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Shattered Glass - Thranduil - 06-20-2015 Thranduil
It looked like a peaceful scene. Upon a high ridge above the healer’s cave, a dark deer graces in the last of the warm sun. He paws at the thin layer of snow, nibbling on the dry blades. He seems completely at ease. A picture of peace. It was anything but. A shriek meets the young stag’s ears and he lifts his head to look back at its source. Behind him is a cave well-tended and occupied, where within a beast howls and rages. The golden is the antithesis of the deer. Haldir, who had slunk behind his bonded from the herd meeting knew well enough to keep his distance. The gold had not paid him a second of attention when he stormed from the meeting place. When they reached the cave and a slew of curses began to fall from the golden’s mouth the deer slunk away again. He was more worried for his bonded than he let on. He could feel in his breast the deep anger and rage. The fires of one soul warned and warmed the other. Within the cave all hell was breaking loose. Curses were flying, objects were flying, and everything was a whirlwind of projectiles. “Piece of common shit trying to-“ The rest gargles out as he grabs the blue cloak in his mouth and slings it to the other side of the cave. A roar echoes as he stomps about in circles. His was ablaze, aflame, and raging. So long under their watch in that damnable meeting had it built. How dare they! How did they even dare to question him! To reveal him! He was the master of this earth, his claws had climbed his way up! He would have order he would force them to kneel. Deimos who thought he ruled over the golden had another thing coming. Teeth grab onto the swirled armband off of his leg and sling it off. It clangs, let loose from the silent spell, against the stone wall. It was perhaps more pitiful than you might realize. Arah had been right. Ulrik had been right. Deimos had been more than right, he had forced behavior. It was so right it was wrong. He rages against their truths, for they reveal his mistakes and limitations. Before Arah he had revealed too many cards, and Ulrik had voiced against the out lash. Deimos was the worse of all. He held power over the gold. He had been so right in his advice, so true as the bend the blade of the golden back into his own flesh. He hated it. He loathed it. Damit it he could not stand it! The blue invisibility cloak this time is sent screaming across the cave. He was locked in. Trapped and pinned down. This was not the shadows, this was practically a spotlight in a god damn democracy. He did not want to care what they thought, he wanted to send them in chains of manipulations and tricks so as to have them on their knees! The spotlight was never meant for him. But his pride was ever strong and it twisted the truth so that all that came out was the curses of those who he was sure were set against him. He burns and rages, sweat building on his bare back and muscle trembling. He is building. Teeth grab his empty satchel and sling it against a wall. It slaps the rock and tumbles to the floor, a single purple glass feather clattering out. The gold explodes. It was that damn item which reminded him of the source of this ill. Of one mistake built up over years. He was tied to it, locked as he was in the same fashion as he now was to the criticisms of others. He storms over to the feather and grabbing it he shot it across the cave, and the echoes of shattering class reverberate in the silent rage. OOC ::@[Hotaru] Permission to play Haldir showing you the cave or looking at you or whatever you'd like. "Speech" The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. RE: Shattered Glass - Hotaru - 08-07-2015
RE: Shattered Glass - Thranduil - 08-10-2015 Thranduil
The dark deer was the first to see the pair. Head lifts sharply, revealing that the peace of before was only an illusion. His large ears trace the lady and her dog. Yet he was also mildly shocked. No one had ever climbed the heights to their hide away before. He watches in a tall stance, but one burdened with worry. Oh yes, the illusion had been very misleading. The deer does not move, for though shocked at her appearance here, he knew her. It is only when she steps to the cave he acts. Body turns to her and the young stag calls out, his plea sharp and strained trailing into the cold air. She should not go in there. It was possibly dangerous in there. In his breast he felt the force stirring in his bonded, and it caused him to tremble as she stepped in the shadows. Luckily coming his way there was a distraction. Inside though there was little to distract. The air was thick and heavy, with a steely cold, but a tension of fiery heat. The cave itself was dark and dreary. The late light of the day swallowed by the demon inside. Cloaks, satchels, and shattered glass littered the floor like a war zone. But in the center stood a golden sun. His coat though does not shimmer. It is dingy, and scuffed, with the wrestle of the items, and sweat from the fire within him. His sides heave, like a worn machine, but legs give away his mortality, trembling with the energy he has spent. He is turned away, his hoof still upon the broken glass, and the flames have at last consumed him. Where he is. Who is here. Its all awash in the fires as the reach their heights, greedy for all he has. His anger turns upon him, and his thoughts go out of view. He doesn’t move when she comes, even as her hooves clack on the rock floor. Perhaps to her ears, her voice was small, but in his its proud stance carried harsh over the roaring flames. Crowned head shifts over, but he doesn’t look at her, only one ear slowly rises to her voice. At first the words though loud in his mind still compete with the flames, but as she continues to the wood begins to run out, and the flames die down. As the all consuming fire lifts its chock hold, the golden’s mind can grab at her phrases. Shut his mouth. Grin and bear it. The voice was sounding just like them. Traitor. Pathe- Show everyone. A shiver runs down his back. We….A vile built up in his throat and knot twisted in his stomach. Trapped. The spotlight was a trap. Stop acting like a child. Face the trap. Its there trap too. Mind rolled around in such jumbled junctions, but all the while he was still. We have work to do. Work. Responsibility. Prove. Bear. Wrong. All the words that cut his tongue and scorched his soul. For the first moment a fleeting thought sprang forth. He didn’t want it. What did he not want…it came with power. Vengeance. Face turns back away and winces in the strain. The plan, the plan. To destroy not to build. Ahrgh! He wanted away, he wanted out. To think and pace. To re-plan. Head swings suddenly up and round. Hotaru. He freezes when he sees her there. Whatever connections didn’t complete that her voice meant her physical being, finally grasped together. The anger from the invasion of his place is a wash as he takes her in for a moment. His eyes trail up her figure, as if remembering, confused. Then they harden at her face. “Hotaru,” his voice cut out rough and ragged, almost hoarse. Time was passing, the spell slipping. His figure began to soften, and strain less, and breathe come easier. Body was still, but it still yearned to breathe fresh air, and pace. And his thoughts, they jumped, and spun and sparked. Like a machine they were shorting out, a rerun, a few moments free start. Then all would be well. He would plan and build his creation back up, his masterpiece deception would fulfill him again. But she was standing in the doorway. She blocked his path. She kept him trapped. It made no sense, but the seething confusion lashed out anyway in a rare show of impulsion and unchecked ignorance. “Why are you here.” Here. In his place. In his mind. It wasn’t a question. The voice growled from deep within it was hurtful and spiteful. Said only to wound. Spoken for the same reason he had raged earlier. She was right. Ever so right, and it burned in his ears to hear it. He turns again, circling the back cavern, pacing in the trap of his own making. Trying to grab back some sanity, at least enough to plan and build. But trapped as he felt, the thoughts just kept swirling. He didn’t need her, that mind swirled, he was fine. He was sane. He was powerful. This, this was as it should be. Argh, but nothing of this day was as it should be. It never could click in his scrambling brain, that she was here, to cheer him on. That someone might be here, who knows his lies, and knows his faults, that they might be here, to help him. Right so perhaps not in a totally selfless act, but still, to help. To ease. To move on. It couldn’t process. It didn’t make sense, so he threw it out. She wasn’t here, she was a figment, an invader. But oddly enough in his anger he hadn’t thrown her out. Would she see through the guise? Would her perceptive eye pierce the cryptic phrases? Or would she stack him among the rest. With the failures of his kind. No pity, but disgrace. But then again, had she expected him to admit she was right? No matter how dead on correct she was? If so, perhaps she didn’t know him so well after all. OOC :: @Hotaru Yeah...I don't know where this is going. He's stuck, but only for a moment I think. I don't know, its going to some interesting places. XD "Speech" The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. RE: Shattered Glass - Hotaru - 08-16-2015
RE: Shattered Glass - Thranduil - 08-21-2015 Thranduil
He was being childish. Nothing but a babe whinnying against the world. What was this but a selfish display of egotism, and fantasies gone wrong? This was nothing more than a herd meeting gone wrong. A momentary set back, everyone would calm and he would work his magic hand again tomorrow. It would be all as it should be. That was all it was. Not worth this dramatic display of anger. That was it. Right? That is all that he fought him here, right? The golden, head low in the dark cavern circled like a beast. His thoughts still tumbled. He was moving back, moving out, thinking of larger things. He was the golden. He was the Laurelin. He could not falter. It was getting harder to say it. They were wrong. They were all wrong. He was manipulator. Heart raced, but it was off beat. They were not working. All these tales he spun he found a tainted thread in, and the tapestry was ruined. There was something there, a same feeling. A moment of time where the spotlight had shown on him before. And once more the light burned him. Get this out. Fester. Distract you. Falter. You will fail. Fail. Failure. FailThe single tainted thread cut. A monster spun on her, “You know nothing of failure!” The cave echoed with the near yell. But it wasn’t bitter and cold. No, it came hot, sizzling with the burning truth of pain. Earth eyes found the calm tempest again. They hardened away though, snatching off. The golden stands still though. What was that? Even he didn’t have answer. Or, did he just not want to remember it… If she had never come. If she had never bothered to block his cave it would have worked normally. He would stomp and rage over the minuscule moment of error. Then he would stop, and breath. The lies would thread together well. He would journey out alone, seeking no one, to think. Then he would be as he always was, ready again. But no. That voice had come. No, Hotaru. Her voice comes across again, and though he still looks at her not, one hark turns to her. What was she saying? God he didn’t want to hear her anymore. Body trembles, was getting worse, or breaking down? No more of her voice telling him what is and what must be. It was worse than a terrorist giving commands. So he tunes her out for a moment. A moment to think, actually think. To remember what was then. And what was now. To brush off his shout earlier like dust on the floor. It was nothing. Get rid of it? No, she was foolish innocent child. You could never get rid of this. Sweep it under some magnificent golden rug, but it will always be there. They. They, who? There are shadows there under that rug, more than she thinks there are. They, they who are watching from under the rug. He knows. He feels their eyes. He doesn’t need reminding. He doesn’t need a counselor. It was nothing. They were hidden. They were shadows. He was the golden. They lie stuck. It eased it. Quick as ever he repairs the torn piece. Once more his breath came easier. There, now- Hooves clack and thump of the rock and clothe covered floor. Who was there? Crowned head turns. Hotaru. Right. Earth eyes openly guarded, look to her questioning. He might be returning, but he was not all there. And here she was again, invading. Cloven hooves step back as she comes. What was she doing? Why did they always come close. Why must they be close? Suddenly his breath isn’t so easy….Harks flip back until she finally stops, and hisses her words at him. Show me your darkness. Darkness. Oh……the connection makes. The dust on the floor rallies with a threat. He had-No. She was still talking. Always the voice! He would not make that mistake again. He would not show her…again. He never showed anyone. For you see dear reader was the dark, it wounded, and it destroyed anything it touched. To show it would be to rip the illusion of the Laurelin from their eyes. He would be revealed at last as the ugly, pathetic, incapable, monster. He She was so very close, so close. What did she want? Crowned head tilts slightly, like taking in a new sight. Her teeth bare, and her force gathers so strong behind her. She speaks one last time. Needs him. Well of course the damn girl needed him. Everyone needed him. He was the mountain that held this all together. The golden was the peaks which bore the snow proudly. Her small life, and their dull herd would nothing if he hadn’t let it. He the golden son, the master thief. Wait….what if this was…What did she think she was playing up against a pathetic idiot? She was a manipulator same as he, trying to wrap him around her. She needed him. It was a hallow phrase, pointless to call him to her aid. She needed no one. Hadn’t she proved that? She needed him only to make her a success. He was nothing but a pawn on her board. He didn’t deserve that. Oh no, he was the golden. He deserved more. And just like that it was gone. The lies working as the always had once more. Done. An end of his lip curls slightly and its over. The golden backs up a step, giving more space, and his crowned head rises. “You are a most silly creature.” It teases and taunts. His voice was calmer, lower, and slipped from his tongue as smooth as before. “Don’t tell me you’re showing a weakness now too?” His hide flinches at the last part. His phrases were still tainted in the emotion of before, as it spoke of his display of weakness in the same line as hers. They were not equivalent. He had his under control (yeah right), but hers was in his power to manipulate. “You doubt I deserve it?” He snorts softly, the breathe fogging. “Don’t be foolish.” It was a cold tease. Snide and bold. Full of pride and vanity. It was the golden back to his old self. He moves forward, shoving his shoulder into to move her out of the way. “Oh and one more thing m’Lady…” His crowned head turns back to her, but it has a strange gaze in it. What was he doing? Though his tone was the same, everything else was different. “The darkness would swallow the strongest of souls whole.” What was that in his eyes? Was he being serious? Or was this just more dramatics and tease? No…it seems a bit too serious to be another tease… “It is unwise to call upon it, or enter its tomb. It is dead, leave it lie.” But if there was anything clear about this, it was that the darkness was far from dead. It sounded a bit too dramatic, surely he was joking. Just another tease. Especially considering that if he wasn’t it meant there was something to actually be afraid of. He would never reveal that. Never reveal how precious it was to him. What she would lose to get it. Surely a joke ….But as he tried to move on past her, he didn’t laugh. OOC :: @Hotaru Again, the hardest time with this. Especially the end....but I think it fits. Oh and ugh, just say Haldir stays outside. =] "Speech" The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. RE: Shattered Glass - Hotaru - 09-03-2015
RE: Shattered Glass - Thranduil - 09-05-2015 Thranduil
It had been so smooth at the end. Such a cutting remark and moment. A golden moment. Though after such a show it seemed out of place here. Yet how fragile was that veneer he now showed. How thin was the veil? As his shoulder hit hers and she shivered, she might have missed it, but his own golden shoulder, flinches. So rare was the touch of another’s flesh that even the forced hit caused him to flinch. A twitch across his whole shoulder. But he doesn’t acknowledge it, it only causes him to push on more. It was nothing but the last bit of dust under the rug.Now she was out of the way. Now he could breathe. Lungs fill full, expanding to their max as if he had been suffocating. Out there the lake glimmered, and the day was growing bright with the last rays of light slipping through the clouds. Even with the snow he felt the claws, clinging and climbing for it. But there was a whisper. And he stops, hark twisting back and head turning half way to look. The darkness, no Hotaru spoke. Earth eyes narrow, with a shadow passing over them. What did she mean… Like walking over quick sand, his pause caused him to sink. No. The air, the clean air was just within his reach, where she was not present. So her remark only earns her a snort, the air fogging in the cold. He would not look back at the dust and darkness under the rug. He was the golden. He was the Laurelin, a keeper of thieves and shadows. He would not be caught in the sinking sand or coated with tar. The Laurelin turns and walks out into the fresh air. His cloven hooves tearing up the snow as he goes down the slopes to slip into the trees. Yet while he moves with certainty and high head again, there is a lingering stickiness. An unease and uncertainty when he things of the lady standing among the shattered glass of the cave. OOC :: @Hotaru "Speech" The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. |