back to the start [Plague meeting]

back to the start [Plague meeting]

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03-15-2013, 06:06 PM

Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?

Something was happening. Eyes of fire had watch as unicorns began to filter out of the Basin, apathy slowly turning into vague interest with each individual to pass. Still, it is doubtful that the stallion would have roused himself to follow, if not for the prodding of the hell pup. For while emotion is easy enough to ignore, pain is not, and Totem knows that his companion will refuse to cease biting at his legs until he does as the whelp demands. So, slowly, he too sauntered from the security of the hidden vale, guided by the hoofprints of at least a dozen others. Laise gamboling about his hooves, excited by this nocturnal jaunt. The moon glows brightly above the two, washing the world of ice in silver and shadows, making the snow glisten in sharp contrast to the pools of blackness. In this monochromatic painting, Laise is a torch, his markings shining with elemental fire, a will-o-the-wisp leading the bay further into the unknown.

An opening gapes before them before long, a fanged throat tempting them to venture inside, scent promising that the other unicorns lurk within. The pup hesitates, trembling, but when Totem steps through the portal unaffected, there is no choice but to follow. An ear flicks back briefly at the sound of scrambling paws, but no more attention is paid to his bonded. There is something more important going on, just ahead, and for now Totem is more interested in this than the antics of a skittish puppy. Finally, the icy sides of the tunnel expand, tossing the two into a wide cavern. Here, at last, are the others, assembled in a frozen theater, waiting for a show to begin. All are focused on the midnight form of Psyche, their empress, who stands proudly under their heavy gazes, until all have assembled. Totem scans the crowd, recognizing only a few by name, though a few of the others seem faintly familiar, as if he has seen them from a distance. The blue wash of light makes it impossible to tell for certain, hiding true hues and softening features into shadowed blurs. Here, in this cerulean ruled cave, he and Laise are intruders, ruddy light bathing the stallion and the whelp in color, russet and crimson making them appear as demons.

Perhaps they are.

Soon, Psyche begins to speak, sugar spread before those gathered, with the promise all will be well if only they believe in her words. And some do, it would seem, while others raise questions, demanding more than her commands and beguilement. Totem finds that he doesn't much care for their petty disagreement over the fate of Angora, nor the spotted one's talk of keeping this secret organization secret, though the way he undermines the ebon queen does suggest that he is important, and used to being obeyed. For while Psyche asks for all to find the thieving mare who stole one of their own, he says no, he will deal with the problem alone. And while she has told all to recruit, he speaks of limiting such power. Perhaps he is simply unable to accept that he is not important, not needed. Who exactly is this brute, to snatch at whatever he can, holding others back so he may claim more glory? Totem's fleeting attention is caught, for the moment, and at his hooves Laise emits a quiet growl, unsettled by the brief flickers of emotion that pass through their mental link.

This meeting may prove to be worth his time after all.