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Illynx returned home with a new recruit in tow, a soft smile upon her face both from a devious joy in herself for having succeeded at her first task as corporal of the Basin and from the general company of Ruka, who she found charming despite her best interests to remain indifferent towards him. She cleared the last steeped part of the path to find an intriguing site ahead, and not just that winter seemed to have landed here in the mountains, further widening her smile at what luck she had - a herd meeting, the sleek black Psyche standing at the mouth of the Haruspex cave and a small gathering of the various horned members of the Basin before her, others trailing in from various places in their clearing to listen to what she had to say. She spotted a few who's faces she knew, and many who she didn't, but it didn't really matter all that much; she knew that her place among them was well earned, and the names of those worth remembering would stick to her brain in time.
She paused, turning back to Ruka to assure that he could ascertain what her next move was and also to assure that he had made it past the final, tricky bit of the path. After assuring he was following, the golden trimmed minx trotted gracefully across the stretch of ground that spread between herself and the gathering herd, deciding the Ruka's tour could wait until after business was settled. When she arrived, her pace slowed to a halt in the left section of the group, dancing tendrils of her ebonite tail coming to a slow, enticing halt around her hooves, golden eyes focusing in upon Psyche.
The deep brown and gold minx listened intently to the words of her herdmates and leader, her hooves planted firmly beneath her and brain slowly working over everything they said. She wasn't concerned for the cold, and had already heard of Psyche's victory, but felt a smirk pull across her face as she heard the name of the perpetrator and the eventual punishment that both she and her followers would be receiving, even though it had not been alluded to; she knew her dearest well enough to know there were already plots in store. Perhaps the Plague was not yet strong enough to attempt to attack a full sized herd on their own, but eventually they would be - and Illynx knew that the splinter left embedded tended to fester. Gods help them all within the Throat should that be the case; the femme was well aware of the wrath that she and her counterparts were capable of expressing.
The mention of a possible alliance between the Grey and themselves set her teeth on edge, mostly because she wasn't sure that the mercenaries upheld the best standards for their members. However, Psyche's reasoning was sound, and Illynx found herself inclined to follow her friend's word despite that it meant dealing with mutated freaks. She thought now if there were ways to help prepare the members of the Basin against an onslaught beyond her intent of training with the others as often as she could, and drew a blank for the moment; she had no skills or tools beyond her horn and hooves, and while she could talk her way out of just about any situation, this one was beyond words already.
Her head turned to listen to the words of Crowley, but Illynx found him still partially out of her view and had to rotate her whole frame in order to see his face clearly. She snuck a sly glance at Ruka as she did so, smiling with a cheerful friendliness that covered, she hoped, her peaked curiosity as to what sort of man he was, and whether or not he would become a fitting part of their family or just another body shield for the Plague like most of them who would arrive to hear the words of their leaders. After her eyes found striped Crowley, what seemed to be his hellhound, and a filly (what a ludicrous combination, she thought to herself), she found the his words to be of perfect sense, though he himself seemed to be a bit odd; a small chuckle escaped her at his jest about Deimos, a girly and light sound, cut short by a uniquely drawling stallion accompanied by yet another hellhound on the other side of the outskirts. She rotated herself again to listen. She nodded agreement to his mentioning the skyway into the Basin. Just as Totem finished speaking, however, an oddly muffled noise broke out behind him. She turned to discover a rather unique silver dappled unicorn depositing what appeared to be sheep skin upon the grass; she felt her stomach turn at the thought of having it in her own mouth and also a stroke of recognition. This must be the young disciple Psyche had said showed promise. What he said, however, made a scowl replace the relatively neutral expression upon her face, her ears laying back flat against her head. She hoped, for his sake, that he hadn't told anything to the witch while she had him enchanted; the images brought to mind of what Psyche, Mauja, Deimos, and the rest of the Plague may do to him other wise made her anxious, for his sake.
"I offer myself to any member who wishes to train," she bolstered her voice so that everyone could hear her clearly, golden eyes moving from face to face as she spoke, "also, if it is true that this witch exists, we should consider that all scouts be resolutely female, not just skilled in stealth and magic, to avoid any mishaps among ourselves." She paused for a moment, then continued. "I am also interested in gathering a group of us together to attempt the capture or murder of one of these...mimics, for better study of them, along the same reasoning as sending scouts to watch the pegasi." Illynx knew that you had to be aware of your enemy, all their faults and strengths, and from what Psyche had told her, they knew next to nothing of the malevolent doppelgangers, and it made her uneasy.
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