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03-18-2015, 12:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2015, 10:29 AM by Bucephalus.)
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The trio were not left alone for long. A mare of snow and blood approached, and it took Bucephalus a few heartbeats, puzzling over the features before he placed her(in truth it was the sundrop that jogged his memory) as the mare from the Veins, Ophelia. He turned, watching as she greeted Mesec with a warmth that spoke of obvious familiarity. The Forsaken's temperment was not what the black had thought of whenever he heard of the Basin, yet he had little doubt that the snowy mare could be a hellion when demanded. "Thank you for welcoming us so warmly, Lady Ophelia." He dipped his head in respect as they walked into the Basin. His gold eyes flickered around the valley, curious. If he had been able, odds are the black would have flickered around, sticking his nose into everything and seeing what kind of folk lived within this hushed place. However, he could not and would not(plus it left his mind with the task of creating a mental image based upon mere speculation), so his attention swiftly returned to the Lady. Before he could speak, though, two more swiftly joined the party, and the Morningstar found his attention once again diverted, examining the two new arrivals. One Lord and one Thief, curious. Azeeza watched the black male like, well...a falcon, and had she been born a hound her hackles would have risen. It piqued the black's curiosity, and he nudged her mind with his own, receiving images of her own talons sinking into prey. He soothed her ruffled feathers, focusing once again upon Ophelia even as Azeeza focused upon Deimos, refusing to turn her attention elsewhere even at her bonded's gentle touch. "We came to bring news. Gaucho captured Confutatis a few days past, and since the Throat is now an Isle... she shall no longer be a pest to you. You could come to the Troat and deal with her, or we shall hold her until she... no longer poses a threat ." Considering what he had heard of the skull-mare being such a pest to the Basin, he couldn't help the underlying tones of amusement in his voice and thoughts. The mare had made his skin crawl, even from a distance, and Azeeza had watched her as she watched Deimos now whenever they had neared her. Oh, what an interesting trip this was. @[Mesec] @[Amani] |
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