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Meet Your Match - Thranduil - 09-21-2014 A cold breeze blew up from behind him and sent shivers down that brown stripped back. Low growl is stifled in the gold’s throat. Winter was certainly on its way. His lady had accused him of escaping it by delaying his intern in the Throat. It had not been his intent, but in returning to this land so late in the season it was obviously a beneficial result. This was only a warning of the harsh winds and snow to come, and even this he wish to escape, but he was trapped here. His lady’s festival for their patron god was only a day or so away, and his presence had been politely demanded. As always, his lady must be obeyed. Already a tent of beautiful colors was raised and stalls were coming together. Just today a few unicorns had come from the caves with glowing crystals and mushrooms. They had seemed to struggle under their weight, but the gold only turned back into the warmth of his cave and wolf hides. He may be required to attend this festival of light and time, but he was not about to get his hands dirty. After all his physic was not of too much value in this herd. He was a thief, a phantom, a trained stealth, and so it was his mind that made him valuable, and what good could that be here at this petty festival. No one could match his intellect, so what use was it to try and hold conversations for very long. Besides that, he was not exactly a herd mascot, so there wasn’t much use for cheering on others. Today though necessity had called him out of his cave hide away tucked up in the mountains. At the permafrost ground there was already snow, but still hidden under it were some tender blades of tundra grass. The sun was high above but could not pierce the cold shield over this northern ground and the gold found himself wishing already he was back tucked under his pelts. There was still much to plan and consider, plus his view from that high cave above the crafter’s held a good view of all around the central valley, and horse watching was his favorite activity. Nipping at a few last blades the gold picked up those twin horns and moved his gold bod to the lake side. Head dipped and he drank deeply. When he picked his head back up to leave, the gold noticed he was no longer alone. OOC :: This is the Pre-Game Meeting between Roland and Thranduil to 'design' the stealth game for later. I'm sorry Amy that its so crappy, it'll get better. =] "speech" @[Roland] RE: Meet Your Match - Roland - 09-21-2014
RE: Meet Your Match - Thranduil - 09-22-2014 A flash of amber gold is caught in the water’s reflections. Harks lift. Surely it is some trick of the water and he’s reflection is being magically multiplied. Perhaps the Time God was too eager to get into the festivities and was already screwing with the unicorns. Attention once caught, hears the hooves also on the semi-frozen ground. One last swallow of the freezing water, and those twin horns rise to see who invaded his peace so unannounced. The realization of who it was did not make that fake smile easy to put on. Though that flashy chestnut creature did not know well who Thranduil was, the golden son knew exactly who he was. Having seen he’s promotion to Theif, the gold’s boss, and been told of him through his lady, there was not much more the gold felt he needed to know. What interest could the creature be but yet another rival to block the gold’s schemes? Still until those plans came to fruition, fast friends they shall be. The smile gains warmth and those twin horns also dip while the golden body turns to face the boss man. Well, even if he did not know of the golden son before, none usually forgot him (unless he wanted them too), and that consolation usually patched such comments into compliments. His boss man was not all together without his good looks as well. The sleek man hate flashing look about him much like the gold, only with a single curved horn rising up from the hilt of his head. And those striking blue eyes. They pierced, and struck, giving the deep sincerity, but seemed to harbor deep in them the very ice shards of this place. The gold had to give his boss credit, there were certainly some physical attributes tied to the job, luckily, the golden felt he possessed them as well. The thought causes his tassled lion tail to flick gently, and smile curls more. “Thranduil, at your service.” The usual greeting rolls forward, with the peace that filled their valley home at the moment. A small exhale settles through him. Earth eyes watch this blue eyed wonder with extreme care, but he body says otherwise. In fact the gold’s hind cocks and the slight formality of the moment is forgotten. It was a mask though, those earth brown eyes are watching every move and shift, just as the gold was sure he was too was being watched. You didn’t become a thief without having certain…habits. Still the gold could not resist showing his collection of knowledge to be large then this boss man’s. It could have been of course that he too had been away, as the golden son had recently, abroad in other lands, but it mattered not. The gold still felt assured he knew slightly more about his boss, than his boss knew about him, and in their business that is a very dangerous thing, even at this level. “We have not spoke,” the gold began, with a largely friendly, passing of the time tone, “but you are, I believe, my rank lead.” A superior was just not in the golden son’s vocabulary. OOC :: "speech" @[Roland] RE: Meet Your Match - Roland - 09-23-2014
RE: Meet Your Match - Thranduil - 09-24-2014 The judgment was too obvious, the gold should have known better. Even still, the copper man kept his flawless face. Not a shift was seen that Thief’s face. As he continues his long stare out over the water, the gold relinquishes, in a mixed mood. There was of course a hint of disappointment. How could there not? To have found his boss man lower in skill than even himself would have been too good to hope for. Still, to be matched by this man in ability to ignore stares, to consciously appear unconcerned, and take all in stride, well it was a satisfying feeling. Not one the golden was always comfortable with, but still, he could find no immediately aggression in his chest towards this man. Unless of course, in the form of competition. As last the copper man turns back to look upon the golden. A smile graces his lips and utter pleasantness sweeps his stare. A question of experience is posed, and it took what he could not to laugh haughtily. Instead a curt nod of those twin horns and short, “This has been my trade for quite a while now.”Information is valuable. The gold may have given the copper man a point for holding exceedingly well under his stare, but if was information he sought he would have to try a lot harder. You see the gold being a judge here, a man trying to snare the other in a trap. It is his nature. The beast does not deal with authority very well. So in some twisted way his game with the copper man was reflecting such, a struggle to brace his ego in the situation he put himself. Especially with the previous nod to his skill, the competition had grown more necessary. Which is possibly why the next topic arises. The golden son at last relinquishes the stare and turns and looks out across the water himself. Though he had heard of phis peer’s stealths (what a detestable term peers is, he concludes), nothing had been heard of any work by this copper man. Not that all secrets would be spilled, but there had to be something. Perhaps this copper man was not so good at the more verbal parts of their ranks as the golden. Time to find out. So he shows his own skills in the art of deception. “I fear I must admit though, the time has not taught me everything.” You see how easily he is able to lie about even his biggest trait, a present himself as a humble sleuth. What a clever golden son, he praises himself. “Perhaps in training, I might try my stealth skills with yours?” The golden was a devil, saying instead to himself, that in such competition the gold would prove the threat he brought to this copper man. Prove his was the better. OOC :: I just realized how horrible that last post was. XD I'm so sorry. Hopefully this makes up for it. "speech" @[Roland] RE: Meet Your Match - Roland - 09-28-2014
RE: Meet Your Match - Thranduil - 10-20-2014 What was that? Humor? Spitfire? Disbelief? The copper man, though not hiding his reaction to the golden son’s suggestion does so with some vagueness. The gold though enjoys the tease honestly. To have brought some spark to this conversation. Of course he lets little of it show. That leafen starred face pleasant but not revealing the excitement within. Now if only he’ll agree to it, then the golden will have his test. And he does. It is a reluctant phrase it seems. Certainly there was not as much invested in it for him as there was for the gold, but that was to be expected. It did not seem this copper man was one to show his skill easily. Perhaps it is a lesson in there somewhere, but the gold does not have time for those, so he moves on. Still the Theif’s lack of enthusiasm was, well, a downer. The gold called it a success since his agreement, but it was no fun if he couldn’t gloat, even if he would be doing so in private later. Then the copper man speaks again before the gold can gather a suggestion of time and place. A game? Oh the gold did so love games. Gold flecks in earth eyes flash, plus sporting a game during his lady’s festival would please her so. Ever noting his place within her view the golden certainly could agree with this notion, besides the gold did so love to show off. “Certainly. It is settled then.” The twin horns dip to the copper man, when they raise his face holds a little more humor than before. “I look forward to it.” Then the golden man moves off from the water’s edge. Walking back up to his caves the wild grin is at last released with full blown vanity and pride. OOC :: Because unfinished posts bug me even though this is sort of over anyway. XD "speech" @[Roland] |