Confirmation [Roland/Arah/Archi/Psyche + others]

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[OPEN] Confirmation [Roland/Arah/Archi/Psyche + others]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#14

05-20-2013, 12:42 AM

THE PLAGUE

Psyche

[OOC | Sorry for the wait, guys!]

The shadow-mare's gaze flickered around the little group as she listened to Ophelia's offer. It was not the deal that she had sent the pair to make, though she could hardly blame the Impersonators. She had chosen them for their ability to mingle with those of another species without cursing their every word, and they had done their job - to secure a contract with the Grey. Whether they had been unclear, or the mercenaries had chosen to twist the terms, she was unsure, but it hardly mattered now. After all, she had given them little enough to go off of in her hurry to get to Kri. Stupid bitch, she thought, a growl in her mind. Still, she had emerged victorious, if only by a hair. Surely that had to count for something. Perhaps she would even gain a bit of respect.

Well, she could dream.

Even if it wouldn't matter in the end.

She wondered at the thoughts of those around her. Deimos and d'Artagnan had both been a part of the Plague since its inception, and she was unsure how they would feel about an alliance with the Grey, even if it came with a rather high price. They, like she, hated the other species. The only reason the shade would deal with the Grey was because its leaders were unicorns - even if they were only half-bloods, a treason she liked to conveniently forget. The two stallions were also more loyal to Mauja than she, though she resented this particular sentiment. After all, she had led them here. She had taken up the mantle of leadership when no one else had. They did not outwardly question her decisions, but there was an uneasiness about their relationships, a bit of a question in their eyes every now and then. She wondered: if it were Mauja that had asked the Grey here, would they be so quick to cast him doubtful glances?

"Deimos has a fair point," she said when the ivory fae had finished speaking, though a warning flashed in her orbs at the suggestion of how to discipline her herd. "The payment is more than fair for the support of the Grey in the case of any potential altercation." A thought, suddenly: "And for confidentiality, if nothing else." To the mention of Mesec, she said nothing; d'Artagnan said his piece, and she nodded her assent. Truth be told, she didn't even know the winged boy had left, but she cared very little for his wellbeing. If the Doctor would have her company, she would join him to rip the colt's wings from his back without a bit of remorse.

"Talk talk talk."

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