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everybody wants to rule the world - Vesska - 07-29-2014
RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Thranduil - 07-29-2014 The plan was going wonderfully. Yet at this particular moment it sucked. Snorting in disgust at what he was making himself do, the golden stallion slipped in and out of the shadows of the threshold. There was a need to get close. Get locked in. Be needed. That required doing deeds that were needed. And most unfortunately that included visiting the Threshold. The twin horned had not been here since he himself first entered the lands. Musing over the past, he grinned to himself thinking of the trouble he caused for Arah and Crash Course, and wondered if they regretted what they did. Well they could never say he didn’t warn them what sort he was. Chuckling low the golden slowed to a walk and began his search for some stupid unicorn to bring home and collect his praising reward. Many equines were passed up, and several pegasi. Harks now faced back, this is just fantastic. Cat tail whipped about his sides. Mind grumbled with the stupidity of this mission. He had seen several wagons trains from this land cross through the Arch in his small time here, but now, they’re all gone. Great. Harks pinned. A waste of valuable time. It was not that the gold was angered, but considering the dullness and slowness of his plans at the moment, the Threshold he had hoped, would bring him something new and a step up on his checklist. Giving up his search and turning back north the gold stomps through the forest. With harks pinned and mind busy complaining, he’s nearly on her before he senses her. The scent of thick pine air is interrupted. Harks lift and body stills, head moving about and see a figure in the shadows approaching. Above the shape though, two curving blades raise high. A grin grows, there now. Wiping this clean he finds himself a calm look. Eyes serene yet his body holds an edge. Not all who entered this land would be lost babes, some would be fiery warriors. Stepping more into a ray of light he turns to look fully at the oncoming unicorn. Attention of the gold is drawn and he nods to the sleek black creature. “Afternoon.” One word, a million thoughts. Now, it was up to her. What games would she want to play? The golden knew so many. OOC :: "speech" Posting Poetics RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Somnus - 07-30-2014
RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Vesska - 07-30-2014
RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Thranduil - 07-31-2014 There was something not quite right here. The golden son looked ever so pleasantly at the new mare and joining stallion. It wasn’t the new stallion who caused these feelings. That gold and teal marked black one was of curiosity. His voice was slightly dark, and he words smooth yet playful. He wanted to play as well, to pull this new mare out and have a good look at her. Nares reach for him and find an air of sweet rain and forest leaves. From the Hidden Falls no doubt. The gold silently wondered if the stallion followed the maddened Seele, or the noble Midas. Either way, this creature did not cause the feeling in the twin horned not all was not well, that belonged to the black mistress. Her words slip out of an angled head from a wild and wolfish grin. It was rough and dry. The golden’s earth eyes narrow towards her. Was this mare a mad woman? Or simply looking for a game as he was himself here a season ago. Was she a murderous assassin, or simply a little socially awkward and eager. What would that black reaper would think of him bringing in a madwoman or murder. A spark lights up in his eyes. That would liven the place up a bit. So it was with a smile almost the gold lets slip to her dry words. “To know you a little better.” Then she moves to speak again. Lips curl as she spits out what might have been sarcasm but the gold is such a pretty bird he takes the compliment well. Still, the words sound lovely, but her ways. The gold can not place them but they bring a rise of unease and a need to be on guard. The gold man while noting these things lets nothing betray him, nor does he allow them to change his task. If he was bringing something ill into the Basin, he was a rather good jumper, and could even do it from sinking ships. She speaks again, but to both the stallions. Her words smoother but still on edge. The golden did not take to demands of his name well. It rose in him a resistance, as the pink winged one from the Steppe would remember as well. Still, these circumstances were different. All personal dislikes were put aside in times of acting and playing. “Thranduil, of the Aurora Basin, at your service.” The usual greeting had an addition, and the gold was even self-reminded of the load that bore. He’d much rather have left it off. Vesska. A curious sounding name, but it gave no clue as to who she was, so his very first request was still unanswered. Still, the black mistress might volunteer some. She stepped forward to him and seems to look him over, but then volunteers nothing. Turning then, her wide wild grin to the gold and teal black from the Falls was certainly telling the golden more. Personally mad horses weren’t who he choose to hang around, but just because he recruited one does not mean their mates. Besides, as thought before, it wasn’t a terrible thought that he was causing his home troubles. So he speaks again towards her, low and smooth as the rest of them, “Welcome to Helovia, Vesska.” Perhaps the red-eyed mistress would show herself a little more. Even if he did not care who he brought in, his day dreaming in this sometimes slow land would become much more interesting with her in them. OOC :: "speech" Stories of Mad-Horses Tales of Betrayal Come let the gold Craft a few better Days dreams for chaos RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Vesska - 08-10-2014
RE: everybody wants to rule the world - Thranduil - 08-10-2014 Black ears lift before the red horns. Full attention square in on him. Lion like tail began to flick around his hocks. It was not he was scared, that feeling was long absent from the golden son. Still her first response gives truth to his questions of her sanity. Or at least her intentions. Lips curl in a smirk as he humors to look at her. No this girl was not exactly a ‘normal’ subject. It brought a tremble of nervous, excitement surging over the thoughts of any danger. Oh the trouble this girl would cause, for she would not be leading a quiet life in the valley, that was sure. If she refused to come? Well, not much of a loss, he could do it on his own just as well. Her dark and curious voice slips into the air again. The gold takes curiosity to her query. It called attention to a line he’d used since birth. Mind wandered. No one had ever questioned that phrase. Yet she did. The golden does not restrain the smile which lifts his lips. Look at you so clever thinking on his level, but then she’d have to realize that’s not how it works. Still, if it brought him some entertainment and fun games, why not. The gold knew crazy was a big trap of quick sand, but as always he thought little of future troubles. “What did you have in mind?” If it suited his game, why not, and if it didn’t, well, no reason to let her know that wouldn’t be happening yet. Her own black cat tail lashes viciously at her sides. Again for her she questions him. My, were all new comers this needy for answers. A sigh rolls in and out of his chest, but this if he wanted to gain some value, this was one way to do it. So let’s go please the crazy lady. Of course though, the golden wasn’t one just to tell a plain little story. “It means this is a land hold many things. It’s a land of war and peace, chaos, heros and villans.” The golden smile was toned down now, looking pleasantly at the black lass. “It stands for life, and death, for paradise and hell. “ Looking rather stoic he wraps it up. “Perhaps I can tempt you into letting me show you.” So come into the deep dark spiders den. Not many lately seemed to get his rather deeper moment. Perhaps someone a bit, off, like her would finally understand him. OOC :: "speech" Perhaps she's crazy, but then we all are maybe. |