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Misael Posts: 97

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 HH :: 7 years HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE

Lazarus :: Melanistic Lion :: None ShadowMare

06-05-2016, 03:08 PM

Misael&&Lazarus

Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening

The time had come, the beast had done most of things he needed to do before he held the meeting, and now he was ready to gather those who worked underneath him, help guide and teach. He was no master, could never consider himself so. He merely understood his ranking and what was to be expected of him, and like Miseal promised Megaera and Gaucho, he would help strengthen the spies and he too planned to recruit some more.

The Hidden Falls had taken quite a harsh way of recruitment, and although he was against kidnapping his potential members, he did respect the way that their numbers grew because of it. The spies and himself needed to take the threshold more seriously, for Miseal felt uneasy with his recent findings and the radio silence of peace in Helovia. It didn't seem quite right for the only problems to be within the drama of one's personal life, when invasions and murders and the riftian gods had all made their appearance in Helovia.

He too needed to reveal his findings about Rikyn and his crew to Gaucho, he wasn't entirely sure was the unicorn's intentions would be, the group was small, but even small numbers could cause significant damage.

So with a lot to do, he wasted no time mulling it all over, he stood under the great Blood Tree, it's red sap oozing from it's skin as the curiosity of tree was to be his meeting grounds. Lazarus was laying lazily atop one of the branches, trying to hide from the views of others. He was quite a shy lion, not having any of Miseal's constant new friends and new people.

There was a strange feeling that overcame him then, the chromed had made it. It was empowering feeling indeed, so with a great breath, the stallion called out for his spies, for the shadow children of the throat and for any of the wonderers who might show interest within the work of secrets and seeking.

With his hair lifted lightly up by the winds, he waited for the faces to show, desiring to bond with his fellows, to help them out, here their voice and share amongst his equals the work of a spy. Let this first meeting of the new season begin, a new shore had come forth and it was far past waiting in the waters.

“Talk.”

OCC: @Caneo @Zenobia @Destry @Essetia @Gaucho @Megaera just in case y'all two would like to show up, mis is gonna talk about his findings w the order of robyn. For all others minus Zenobia THIS IS MANDATORY <3

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Caneo Posts: 133

Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3h :: 6 years HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Ophiria :: Dragon Snake :: None kae

06-18-2016, 09:27 PM

        Did he expect to gather spectres as one gathers hounds?

        Caneo hears the call. Resentment grows in cold spines up along his back, prickling and loathsome. And who is Misael? And to whom does Caneo answer? He stands alone upon a farther shore of the lake, water droplets caught like gemstones in his whiskers. Below, his reflection wavers as some of the droplets return to their brethren. And his reflection is a faceless, dust-stained thing shining with near-incorporeal brilliance, a gemstone tucked to all appearances within the sands of an ancestral home. If he had come earlier to the Throat, if he had been softer when he arrived, he might feel happy. But he is already hewn of knives, shaped by loneliness and grown by moonlight, and his ears flatten at this noise, the semblance of shackles about his hooves and around his neck. The serpent on his brow twists, softly hissing. Her opinion is plain; she stares elsewhere, wondering about a smell and also thinking of frogs. She only ever thinks of frogs.

        Caneo sighs. He turns toward the call.

        It may be a sign of age that he at last obeys. It may simply be a symptom of this apathy clinging like cancer to the chambers of his heart. His cloven hooves tread lightly over the desert, carrying him with a leisurely but long stride created solely to devour distance. And he does. And soon the blood tree towers before him, crowning the horned beast before it with gory resplendence. Upon catching the sight, the silver creature laughs - bites back a laugh - grins in mirth and hides the laughter in the long, twitching curve of his tail. Disregarding their companions, they are alone here. What a sorry sight.

        He feigns ignorance.

        "Oh!" says Caneo. He simpers, as always, bright and innocent and too old to play these games but too fond of them to play any others. "Were you calling a meeting? Are we going to do something, finally?" His tone falls to plainly mocking by the end, though it laughs, still. He is tired, tired, of these big ugly creatures and their fighting and the dust on their skin. He is tired of smiling, too, but like the serpent peering around one of his ears, he knows no other way to be. His head cocks; her head cocks. He remembers hearing the striped beast laugh back at the meeting. "Your name's Misael, right? I hope you're gonna be a better sleuth than Ghost."

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@Misael I'm hoping it's not too late since no one else has responded? Have been away :\

* violence & magic use always permitted *
Do not tag Caneo unless you are starting a new thread you would like me to see! Thank you!

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