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Aramis barked and ran over to the pup Ulrik placed upon the cold ground, his tail thrashing from side to side, forgetting about the pegasus and more interested in greeting a fellow hound. Wet, black nose carefully moving to sniff over the others body in curiosity whilst d'Artagnan nodded once to the engineer. It seemed this poor creature had crawled into the lions den with the unlucky chance of meeting the chiefs of gruesome. The shade turned his head to Mauja, ears twitching expectantly and awaiting his explanation for bringing this one to the bleak basin land, grinning at the frosted lord's bellowing return. It was then he caught the level stare of his best friend to which the shade darkly frowned at him, it wasn't him after all who brought a hornless into the basin. What sort of reaction was he really hoping for? The crimson stud said nothing, chuckling as Mauja joked about being drunk with his expression still one of slight confusion. He wasn't, after all, the sharpest mind in the basin and tended to lean more to the obvious avenue leaving him rather tactless.
It was then he was introduced to the hornless and he glowered when she spoke on soft tones. Throwing a last minute reproachful look at Mauja, he turned to the winged rat and snidely bowed his head. "I apologize for my earlier tone, it really is a pleasure to meet you, Argos" he mock smiled, trying his best to play the game. Though his voice barely reached a higher note than it's earlier growl. He felt the presence of his lord draw nearer, his silver lips reaching up to his ears to whisper a question. One the Nightshade was glad to have an answer to. He said nothing in reply, simply snorting and raising a brow at Mauja. d'Artagnan still wasn't sure what he was up to and he played along with intrigue.
Mismatched eyes fell on he mare and quite gently he released his magic, directing it towards her body and willing her senses to dull with narcosis. Whilst calming her body he turned to Mauja with a tilt of his head and eyes glittering, stretching his own nose to the pale ones ears before whispering "how calm exactly?" Did he want her sleepy, asleep or dead? The latter would have been the Nightshade's preferred option, but he awaited further instruction. Turning his concentration back to the mare. For now, he used enough magical power to lull her body and make her mind feel foggy, not sending her into sleep completely. After all, d'Artagnan still had no idea what Mauja wanted to do with her in the first place and he wondered if Ulrik would play a role. He sure hoped he did.
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