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12-18-2016, 03:07 PM
Albrecht
For once, the old stallion gets his way. The Basins rosy Lady grants his promotion without hesitation or apparent apprehension while the Lord stands idly by, silent and brooding. A lopsided grin slips across the elder blacks grizzled face, beaming first in the direction of the mare at the head of the gathering and then at the smaller Thief beside her, the right corner of his mouth curling upward with an impish twist of the lips. He only half listens to the rest of the words exchanged, instead sweeping into an exaggerated bow that brushes the curtain of his beard along the ground and tilts his backswept horns forward in salute. The gesture is quick and facetious, an appropriately false pledge between the leader of liars and the King of disrepute, a silent challenge to the girl to command him, as neither the Valkyrie nor the Reaper have yet been able. Shit rolls downhill after all.
The snake at his brow takes advantage of the moment to weave his little head forward, tongue lashing out at the air around him in a frenzied attempt to capture and memorize the overwhelming array of scents mingling together here. He wants to gather names and faces too, to piece together an entire encyclopedia of the creatures they’ve met, but his vision is severely lacking in range and clarity, yielding nothing but fuzzy washes of color from anything farther away than the tips of the old stallions bent and haphazard whiskers. Thermal vision is no help for physical descriptions, so he mentally nudges the old man for assistance, to have better quality (by comparison) images provided to him through their supernatural connection, but already the black is rising and turning to leave the gathering, his tangled, tufted tail waving in victory.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Thank you! Much love. @Aisling
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