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06-14-2013, 11:43 AM
Descaro twitched, head rising up to the sound of the call for a herd meeting, it seemed Psyche was requesting the presence of the herd for their normal season meeting. He moved away from his half doze, stood dutifully by the mountain pass that connected the Basin to the Steppe, and began to purposefully trot through the icy cold drifts. His movements careful with nostrils flared as he watched his footing on the ground that threatened to topple him over. It didn't take too long before he found the gathering of weird and wonderful unicorns that he had come to call his herd mates, nodding to Calcifer happily before attempting to slap Leyra's roan flank with his tail as he walked past snidely. Moving to stand near his General Deimos dutifully, respectfully nodding once to the Empress. It didn't take him too long before he got the jist of the meeting, frowning at the mention of their rival herds, but soon becoming intrigued over their slowly forming contract with the The Grey. He didn't really like the idea of fighting side by side with hornless and pigeons, but if it got them what they wanted, then so be it. Many spoke up then and Descaro listened to every word, remaining quiet in the background like a Soldier should, it was his duty to know and to follow. The only words he did speak that meeting were words any warrior should to his leader, words of loyalty that he would gladly put into action. "Ready to serve Empress, I will go wherever you command." Be it guarding the borders or helping spies infiltrate their enemies, he would do it. |
