It had been some time since Crowley had strayed from the Basin, and he had become nothing short of restless. His only entertainment as of late had come from Aryel, the blasted pegasus that he had crossed paths with twice now. As annoying as she was, Crowley knew that she felt the same towards him, if not a little more. He'd found endless joy in making her angry during their meetings, however, and he truly hoped that they would meet again some day.

The Basin had been bustling with new faces as of late, and although their numbers were a healthy number, the brindled stallion knew that there could never be too many soldiers at the Dark Empress' disposal. That wasn't the only rank available, however, for he was a Phantom; his duties included stealing members of other herds, and stealthily gathering information on anything that was asked of him. It suited the stallion's nature perfectly.

Darkness had fallen over the land of Helovia, with the light of a waning moon kissing the canopy of trees stretching high above the stallion. He found a certain comfort in the night time, one that did not overcome him during the daylight. Spots of lights danced upon his striped hide, giving only a brief hint to his presence before he moved on, leaving the light to shine down upon the forest floor. He could tell that he wasn't alone here, for when he inhaled sharply, there was another's scent lingering.

And, surprisingly, it didn't take Crowley long at to find the culprit.

He had wandered upon a resting mare, and coming to a stop, he set his golden eyes upon her to drink in her appearance. If his eyes were correct in the dim light, she was of a smoky grey color, and a silvery horn protruded from her forehead. To lay out in the middle of the Threshold was a risky move, for who knew what dangers it held? Himself, for example... If he wanted to, he could suddenly set to pounding away at her head, stomping it in with a thrash of his hooves. But today, he would not.

"Wake up," he hissed, lifting a cloven hoof and stomping it roughly into the ground, "Before the monsters of the night come crawling out to get you."

ooc - That was not my best post, I am so sorry x.x
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Crowley was silent as the smoky mare rose to her feet, standing an impressive height taller than himself. The difference didn't bother him in the least, however, and when he spotted the grin upon the other's face, his own began to take form. 'Let her think as she pleases,' came the thoughts inside his head, 'She'll only learn her place all the more quickly.'

Just as the stallion opened his mouth to begin to speak, he was cut off when the unicorn dared to pace circles around him. Did she really think she was so great? For one who had been crashed against a tree just moments ago, she had guts to be acting in such a manner. It was enough to bring a chuckle from his throat, and at her question, he finally spoke up. "The name is Crowley," he answered, keeping his golden eyes upon her even as she put herself nose-to-nose with him. It reminded him briefly of his previous encounter here with Dakini and Aryel.

"I would be careful, lest I bite that beautiful tail right off." He remarked, that ever present smirk plastered on his face. If she acted like this to him, a complete stranger, how would she get along with Psyche? The Empress wouldn't put up with such an act, and Crowley would die to be able to watch the act unfold. "You know," he continued, "It isn't polite to ask for a name without giving your own, sweets."

ooc - Sorry about the wait, I've been busy, and have a lot of posts to catch up to!

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For a moment, the mare seemed to think his words over quite thoroughly. Crowley remained silent for a moment, allowing her enough time to come up with whatever it was. Only seconds later did the smoky colored mare back away, putting a more comfortable distance between them. She had dropped her head as well, and at this, Crowley was admittedly a bit confused. The change in attitude was remarkable, and the stallion could only guess that she had some weird personality disorder, or she was smart enough to know when to tone it down. Hopefully, it was the latter.

When he asked of her name, only her eyes lifted to gaze upon him. Her name was Reverence; it meant deep respect, and that was just what she was showing him. He would show the same in return, at least to some extent, and so he dropped his head in a short nod at her plead for forgiveness. "You're quite fine, lovey," he spoke up, "I just hope that you will not treat my brethren like that; they will not take kindly to it. Now..."

He trailed off for a moment, his mind wandering for a brief second. If she wanted, he would lead her to the snowy Aurora Basin, where she would be offered a home, protection, and company. However, mention of the Plague would remain silent for now. If she wished to become a member of the organization, she would have to show some sort of worth to the group, and find out about it in some other way first. And then, she would need to go through Psyche to gain entrance. Only the future would tell on that matter, however.

Now, he fell back into his words, a gentle smirk pulling at his lips once more. It was a pleasure to see her face pressed into the ground, bowing to him like some grand king -- which, in his mind, he was -- and wished dearly that someone would do it more often. "If you value your race, Reverence, then follow me to the Aurora Basin. It is where only the purest of unicorns reside, and I've not a doubt in my mind that you will find it a lovely place."

ooc - Definitely! ^^

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