The Cabal (Sorcerry RP)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Meeting adjourned." Acerbus nodded in agreement, treading lightly, his footfalls silenced by the pads on the bottom of his gigantic, clawed feet, though the claws clicked lightly against the stone floor each time he made a step. He moved with a grace and elegance befitting that of nobility. Or perhaps it simply reflected his naturally gentle demeanor. He stopped and stood aside for Prometheus to pass him, knowing that the younger Master would have elbowed him if he came too close. This brought a smile to the old lion's muzzle. The boy always did hold a grudge.

Prometheus was the first out into the hall, where he waited on Dark with his paws in his pockets.

Acerbus cocked one of his rounded, feline ears as he sensed a rather peculiar magical aura approaching them from down the halls. It was an amalgamation of the five main affinities, but it was weak enough that the aura was calm and not chaotic, like someone who had overpowered themselves and brought down an imbalance of emotions and states within themselves. It was remarkable, really. No doubt, it was the Rising Star of the Covens that he's heard so much about. This was a wonderful surprise!