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03-13-2016, 03:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-13-2016, 03:37 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
His cold eyes looked ahead as he heard Rexanna speak. She spoke of the sneaks need sneaks needing more people. His head nodded softly with agreement, then a song floated to his ears to hear a mare speak of the Sentines. His black onyx head flocked around to her Lena speak ho they have protected us. He agreed and he never said for them to be torn down. His eyes looked back to the leads as he let that brush off his shoulders. Then some black bitch decided to put her mouth where he did not ask her. His demonic crown turned quickly to see it was someone he had never seen before. Her words tried to dig at his hide, but he turned and walked to stand right infront of her. Cold soulless eyes looked right into hers. Why does he not fix them? He shook his head with a chuckle " Well I don't have crafting magic or I would be a damn crafter. It is not my job to up keep them why don't you fix them if your going to open your mouth? Why does no body else step up and try to fix them? Why does it fall back to me being concerned for what we are going to do with them. If I did not respect them I would turn a blind eye and not give a shit on how they look. You really want new people to see them crumble and fall, the Basin is a great and strong herd. But look at them do they look like they show strength and what we stand for now?I never said to tear them down. Open your damn ears. It is a hazard to walk through them. There are metal chunks all around and falling shards of rusty metal. Open your fucking eyes. If you want to keep them then find a way for them to get fixed ! Simple as that. Why have YOU not gone to find a metal crafter like the old one mentioned? Simply open your ears before you accuse me of wanting to tear them down. They need to be fixed so they do not fall apart any more. His Latin voice roared from hell, how dare this made say that.
A snort fell from his maw as he simply turned and walked away from the black bitch. He would not even give her the chance to say any more. Nox was not going to argue with anybody, and give in to what they want. He spoke up because of the concern for the metal statues. It was up to the lord and lady on what to do with them. His eyes looked to Johnny then back to Deimos. " I will gladly accompany anyone who wants to go to throat to see if we can get these fixed. Maybe they need something that Johnny can craft in return. Since you know I don't give a shit, but no one else is coming up with ideas. the demoic crow shook looking to the old man. Then back to the lord and lady. He was sure that they had plans to travel to throat at some point. Metal would be a wonderful thing to have, and their crafters are the ones who have it. Gray eyes looked to the young black filly that had ran over to him before he had walked over to the bitchy mare.
@Deimos
@Johnny
@Sialia
MORTUUS NOX
Your Fears have just Become all too Real, for the Devil at the Cross road wants to make a Deal
OOC:: soooo since everyone thought he wanted to tear them down I wanted him to give suggestions befor the leads replied again. So that way they don't have to talk about this situation again lol ...
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