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01-11-2013, 07:41 AM
Still chuckling from his run in with the new member named Dakini, Crowley found himself alone and putting distance between the group and himself. Dakini would have to prove herself a worthy tool to the Plague before she gained his full trust, or any sort of sympathy. It had been a commendable act, however, that she would listen to him, a complete stranger, and attack a Pegasus on command. She certainly showed promise as a new member, and he couldn't wait to see how she would come along. Not far into his trek, a call found his ears, echoing and bouncing off the mountain walls surrounding them. It was clearly feminine, yet held a strong, firm strength within it's tone. It called to him, almost commanding that he come at once and find the source. He already had a good guess as to the voice's owner, but he couldn't know for sure unless he sought it out for himself. Moving on from his halted stance, Crowley picked up into a lengthy trot and in little time, he had made his way to the parting of the trees. Despite the fact that it was the middle of Birdsong, snow still draped the pines in a blanket of frozen crystal. The brindle wound through the trees with ease, keeping his pace until his golden eyes landed on the obsidian figure standing quietly in the middle of the clearing. It was Faelene, as he might have guessed, who held the rank above his own. The pair had never spoken in the past, but he could recall seeing her countless times, and remembered her actions during the attempted raid from the Edge. Slowing to a walk, and then a stop just yards away from the red maned mare, Crowley dipped his head in a nod of respect before speaking. "Duty calls, sister?" His accented voice rolled, leaving the innocent question to hang in the air. No doubt that this was a meeting of rank, but what exactly, would the details of it be? The stallion almost danced with anticipation, but he did well to keep it hidden behind his casual facade. He would know shortly, after the other Phantoms had arrived. |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
