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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