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Still circling, the Aseel surveyed Deathstorm's son, taking critical note of their differences and similarities. Within seconds he was able to come to the conclusion that, although he appeared capable, that Nightwhisper was soft, un-molded clay, an unfinished product. Well, Aspspur smiled, that could be changed.
"Greetings, Nightwhisper," Aspspur said quietly, though not unkindly. He ceased his pacing and stood mere inches from Nightwhisper, cocking his head to one side curiously. "I'm glad we have finally met. Your father has told me . . . much about you."
Nightwhisper examined Aspspur,thinking about how they had first met. He just hoped that the rooster wouldn't remember how he had fought for Wingclan to help the pullet escape.... He slowly nodded and bowed his head,still trying to hide his fear. It took him a while to say something,but when he did,his voice turned out different then he'd expected. "It is an honor to meet you,sir." "And I am glad I finally work alongside my father for The Shadows,where I belong."
"You have your priorities straight, that much is clear," Aspspur nodded, smiling in a cool and friendly fashion, sharp eyes never leaving Nightwhisper's face. "It would be, how did you say it? An 'honor' to have you serve the Shadows. Your father," at this he paced around Deathstorm once. "Has always served us well, and because of him, I was able to look past your . . . prior misdeeds," he gazed at Nightwhisper knowingly, raising a brow. "Does he know anything of the plan?" he asked Deathstorm without looking at him.
Still circling, the Aseel surveyed Deathstorm's son, taking critical note of their differences and similarities. Within seconds he was able to come to the conclusion that, although he appeared capable, that Nightwhisper was soft, un-molded clay, an unfinished product. Well, Aspspur smiled, that could be changed.
"Greetings, Nightwhisper," Aspspur said quietly, though not unkindly. He ceased his pacing and stood mere inches from Nightwhisper, cocking his head to one side curiously. "I'm glad we have finally met. Your father has told me . . . much about you."
Nightwhisper examined Aspspur,thinking about how they had first met. He just hoped that the rooster wouldn't remember how he had fought for Wingclan to help the pullet escape.... He slowly nodded and bowed his head,still trying to hide his fear. It took him a while to say something,but when he did,his voice turned out different then he'd expected. "It is an honor to meet you,sir." "And I am glad I finally work alongside my father for The Shadows,where I belong."
"You have your priorities straight, that much is clear," Aspspur nodded, smiling in a cool and friendly fashion, sharp eyes never leaving Nightwhisper's face. "It would be, how did you say it? An 'honor' to have you serve the Shadows. Your father," at this he paced around Deathstorm once. "Has always served us well, and because of him, I was able to look past your . . . prior misdeeds," he gazed at Nightwhisper knowingly, raising a brow. "Does he know anything of the plan?" he asked Deathstorm without looking at him.
