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01-20-2013, 04:26 AM
It took only a brief moment for the winged mare to answer him, dropping her head lower to the ground at his presence. A wise move on her part, for even if she was not his, he wouldn't hesitate to properly show her her place within the Basin. It was a troubling thought that someone should choose a Pegasus for their slave, for only the most loyal of servants wouldn't simply take to the skies and never return. At the mentioned of the red maned Thief, his very own superior, a short look of surprise crossed Crowley's face. Yes, Faelene was a valued member of the Plague, and he was proud to call her his sister, but... he simply couldn't imagine her as the slave master type. A soft chuckle passed through his lips, before he turned his head to look upon the young dun named Rapha. The excitement that had previously marred his face was now gone, replaced with a hint of fear. "Why are you here?" He spoke up then, "What if Sno is in need of you? You wouldn't want to make her upset now, would you, slave?" A retorhical question, of course, a hint that he could only hope the boy would follow. Returning his attention back to the palomino, he stepped towards her, perhaps closer than she would be comfortable with. He gave a careless whip of his tail, allowing the tips to barely caress her. In no way was this an act of affection, however, for the brindle was meaning to make her as uncomfortable as was possible. "So," his voice came curling again, "You serve the Basin's dearest Thief, do you? That's surprising." Of course, Crowley was clueless as to the real reasoning behind the mare's presence within the Basin, and he didn't question the fact that she was truly a slave. It was merely difficult to think that Faelene would acquire a slave for herself. Finally he came to a stop, having made a complete circle around her, and now stood directly facing the Pegasus. "What is your name, anyways?" |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
