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lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Rikyn - 08-31-2015 Aching and sore from my battle with Ashamin, I make my way across the vale and hope to find a balm for my pains in the waters of the springs. The heavy mists rising into the cold spring air hide my almost completely as I settle into their depths with comfort and ease, letting my breath play along the surface of the water. Working to cleanse myself of the filth that has accumulated on my body while the Haruspex and I fought in the mud, making a fair bit of noise while I do so, mostly because I am still feeling riled up from the spar and wouldn’t mind getting to hang out with someone for a while. [ AMAZING TITLE CHANGE DELETES YOUR POST OHNOOHNOOHNO aka this was a really nice post worth reading but now it is this poop because it is dead so dead D: ] RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince - Thranduil - 09-02-2015 He was tired. Cloven hooves dragged across the permafrost ground. His hips, instead of rolling with style, drop and jolt with an uncaring step. Even his proud head hung lower, and earth eyes struggled with the weight of the world to stay awake. It wasn’t how he usually liked to be seen, certainly within these walls. Yet, this was also the only place where he could be seen as such. This place was not home. It could never be. But this season marked two years he had been a wolf in its den. After years of wandering the world, it was the place he had come to enjoy, and know best. Not that the weather always thrilled him. No, this place was not home, but it was as close as he had come in a long time. Haldir at least was in a much better mood. He was not wrought by the same insomnia as his bonded, and so always woke with a chipper disposition. The stag moved through the earth with all the natural grace he possessed. They had finally emerged from the cave to graze and now were headed to his most favorite place, the hot springs! The dark stag, impatient trots ahead, only looking back for a second, before going on. So it is Haldir who first finds the little prince. Through the mist and steam the deer steps with certainty. He knew this land and its people well enough by now to know little fear. The deer steps into the hot waters, letting them roll over his tension tied hooves, and his sigh comes out to add to the mists of fog and steam. Through the calm of bubbling rolling waters he almost misses the sounds of another. Antlered head rises back up to peer into the mists. It couldn’t have been his bonded, the golden made no sounds. The mists roll, thinning in his view and he catches sight of a black shape in the water. Snorting the deer backs out. A tension bubbles in the golden’s chest, and his harks move back, that was strange. Haldir rarely grew tense. Moving with more purpose, but still dragging a bit, the golden slips into the clouds of mists. He finds his bonded staring into the white abyss with a curious tensity. Nonsense, the golden thought, walking straight toward the source of the distraction. He had no patience foolish interruptions and wanted to be left in peace. He wanted to forget the crown on his head held real weight. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. And none of those things included pesky irritating minions. So it was rather a good thing that’s not what he found. Wading silently through the water, as was he magic’s blessing, he comes across the shape who after is unfamiliar. Then a curl of gold rolls up in the water and all the frustration and irritation ceases. The little prince. Rikyn. A flurry of memories and questions completely take over the golden’s ill temper and wash it away. A bemused smile rises on his weary lips and body, with the help of the steam, seems to let go. “Glad to see you finally grew into your horn.” And he was sure, the ego his mother gave. Now announced, the golden wades in deeper. Haldir, who had been on the shore too relaxes, and wades into his knees. Questions nagged the golden’s mind. Where was his mother. Where had they been. But he would wait. All in due time. For now, it was satisfying enough to have that mood erased by a familiar face, and let his body sink into the heated waters. A quick wit, a hot bath, and the promise of a curious conversation, not a bad way to spend a worn day. OOC :: "speech" Posting Poetics @Rikyn RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Rikyn - 09-03-2015
RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Thranduil - 09-03-2015 Well, perhaps not as quick a wit as he might have hoped. Instead a sharp comeback, it was a smooth draw. The golden still mused though, he would take it. Now though he could look on the grown child with less judgement. It was strange to find something so familiar as the little prince, and yet have time contort it into something so strange. He looked, through his eyes like his mother, but his face held Ulrik’s straight lines. Beyond that, what the golden actually knew about the prince was very limited. In fact, given the time which had passed, it had most likely all changed. So he wasn’t actually having a conversation with the prince, but the one he thought was he should be. It was change soon enough and slip into a firmer reality eventually, but for now it was a curious continence. Mostly because while it may seen strange, there was a logic behind it. There was a lure to the time when he knew this colt. A wanted sense he had somehow dropped since then. And this was one moment to pick it up again, if only for a little while. Perhaps that was why the golden changed his mood so quickly, and his head lowers to the water’s surface with such relaxation rippling across his back. And also why he didn’t even think of the missed title before his name. It wasn’t part of his thoughts now. For not only was he relaxing in the carefree sense of yesterdays, but he was rather filled with all sort of questions and curiosities. It might have been enough to make another pop with anticipation, but for him it was like a blindfold to his other concerns. The prince speaks up again and the golden lends him a hark, but nothing more. Preferring to dip his cold nose into the hot waters for a moment to warm it. As well? The prince had been sparing? All signs of the fight, the mud and cuts were hidden or washed away. “I haven’t the pleasure, but what unfortunate soul thought to tangle with you?” It was said as a jest, a tease, but then also his tone lingered with some thought of reality. He had even turned to look with a brash grin at the dark horse. The prince looked rather handsome, a gift from his mother and father, but his was just a young one still. The fact he had put someone in their place was, well hard to believe. Shaking his crowned head the golden let water fly from his mane as the prince had not long before. He doesn’t look at the prince though, and instead wades just a slightly deeper. “So prince, what long twisting tale of being at death’s door do you have to tell?” Again now he looks back after. Though his tone was still light his face was a bit more serious. In the relaxed ease the intense curiosity at what had happened to the boy couldn’t be hidden any longer. Let’s not kid ourselves either though, it wasn’t just the prince he wanted to know about. Illynx was, well, a special case. She had been both his first target, and his first ally. That was until her disappearance. He had in fact been happy she was gone. Oh of course he looked about for her, but truly some ill fallen misfortune was much better to dream up than know. But now the prince was back, and his protective mother did not seem to be near. Certainly she would have announced herself. He wanted to show her. Wanted to flash it in her face and see the purring feline rattled or to see her smooth lips roll out some sly phrase. Yes that is what he wanted. But first he needed to know. Where was she? OOC :: "speech" Posting Poetics @Rikyn RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Rikyn - 09-04-2015
@Thranduil RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Thranduil - 09-06-2015 Steam curled up around the two and shifted between them, giving glimpses of the mountains above. It seemed like a hidden recluse. A world away. Which might have also caused his strange sense of familiarity with this son of Illynx. Why he saw him as something so different than what he was. At least though, the golden was a quick to catch on. He might make mistakes, but he was surely not going to keep making it. At first though he was lulled still by his memories and assumptions. He looks back at the dark prince with a little humor. His mind thinks to the poor Haurspex, with his curled horn and honorable soul. “The faithful Ashamin has a tendency to do that.” He smiles and teases, but in his soul he does actually feel a bit of pity for the poor stallion. He thinks of the day the faithful buffed out his chest and was willing to challenge the black bird, Caleb. With a wondering, lazy string of thought he wonders how that turned out. Of course that wasn’t the main piece of business at hand. The young prince speaks up again and the golden listens with his grin slightly fading. It wasn’t that he was no longer humored, but the conversation wasn’t going as he thought, and it irked his mind awake. The phrase was taken too literal. The expected trailing into a long and winding tale didn’t come readily. For a moment the gold thinks to Ulrik, and the engineer’s straight forward tongue. But if this son was not like Illynx perhaps he was not like Ulrik? Finally the thick headed golden asks himself, Who was this prince? Of course little changes on the outside other than a slight calming of his wild grin. Though inside he couldn’t deny he was slightly disappointed. Disappointed he did not find in the prince someone who thought like him, as his mother had. But how could he stay down when he had still so many questions. Now though his patience was thinning a bit. Playing cat and mouse is fun, but he eventually does want to eat the damn mouse. So the golden remains humored, but his tone does lace with a slight more serious turn. “You’re a tease, Prince. Now where have you been.” Turning the golden rises more out of the water to come on the other side of him. His earth eyes still sparking a bit certainly the conversation on his end was turning more serious. He no longer wanted to know, he needed to know, where was the prince’s mother. OOC :: "speech" Posting Poetics @Rikyn RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Rikyn - 09-08-2015
@Thranduil RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Thranduil - 10-04-2015 If he had been let down before, irked and annoyed, he was now put right off. The dark prince had grown up. That was certain, spars, travels, and a sense of boldness that kept him on his ground around the gold. But like a bitter distaste the gold was having to come to it that either the creature did not catch on or did not care to give in. Either possibility was unsatisfactory. Coming up from the water the golden’s tasseled tail, woken back to life from the cold in the pool, whips about. Water droplets flying about. Haldir rises at the pool’s edge looking on, a little loathe to see the meeting coming to an end, but ever ready to travel on. The gold though, as much annoyed as he is to have his questions lost on the prince, and the time wasted, was more than ready to go. Only he still needed to know what he came for in the first place. So with his smile finally gone, he turns back to the youth. “Fascinating. What of your mother?” The earth eyes held no spark and the switching of his tail was signaling and end to this little bit of ‘fun’. It was in the end the golden’s fault. He assumed too much, but perhaps that’s why he was annoyed to begin with. Honestly it was rather an extreme kindness that kept the golden from letting his patience shift into anger. Perhaps it was the linger airs of olden days of little care that kept the tensions of these days from taking over. OOC ::Sorry its so terrible and lately lovely. "speech" Posting Poetics @Rikyn RE: lordly laurelin and the pauper prince. - Rikyn - 10-21-2015
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