LA DEVOTEE / o, trespassing

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For once, the storm wasn't his doing. Bastille could practically feel the tension in the air as he arrived, stopping a few paces in front of Arion's front hooves as his gaze flickered over the source of the drama swiftly. (Octavia came prancing after him, never one to be left out of the excitement apparently, but she was distracted by the colt and stopped directly beside him with a nip at his mane, heedless to the tension.) There was a lot of anger and aggression thrumming through his Clanmate's auras -- notably, Hazel mostly just seemed nervous, which was why he had subconsciously moved to block her in similar fashion to Suite -- and he couldn't tell why. Sure, this stranger had taken a few steps over their border instead of waiting, but they found clueless newcomers all the time on their territory. Why was everyone immediately freaking the fuck out?

After a few beats, the storm seemed to clear, the dramatic thunder and lightning dissipating unnaturally quickly. Hey, it didn't seem to be helping anyone's mood, alright? Besides, it was annoying him. "Please don't tell me this is another of your dead human friends," Bastille drawled to Roy, offering absolutely no indication of alarm or aggression as he eyed up "Raven". Her aura did seem a bit nasty, but if she had said something to set everyone off like this, he'd missed it. [b]"Or not-friend, I guess. Any way, is there a particular reason everyone is freaking out over one stranger, or did I miss the memo about International Overreaction Day?"