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07-06-2014, 10:09 PM
Why do children often get lead astray with a 1.00$ worth of chocolate? Because children like to believe. Children like to believe the chocolate is heaven. They can not see the coming end of heaven. They can not see the man holding the chocolate. They do not see his eyes. So willing are they to have a piece of chocolate they let themselves go at a complete loss. That is why these things nearly always happen to children, for adults are a bit more…observant. So it is rare to find one such as the dun. Someone so, naïve. It was territory the golden had not even entered before, for this land was not one he intended to leave immediately. The gold had purposes here beyond the meeting. The aftermath would find him. He’d faced damning consequences before, but they never seem to grace his gold hid. Excepting that one time. Still, the inexperience of the wrath of a tricked creature led the gold to believe there was little danger. What kept him to swearing the fire bird was only a love to double the burn the bird would receive. If it was to all end in fire and poison later, the golden son was blissfully uncaring.
Put cloth on. Oh how terribly hard that grin was to contain. Then it slide a bit. That was not the answer the gold sought. Harks leaned back slightly. Though long term aftershocks were of no concern, immediate ones were. “Then you so swear by desiring the cloth. You swear to hold no harm against me for whatever happens after this moment.” Giving him no time to answer or think long of the swear, the golden picked up the cloth and moved to place it upon Gaucho’s head. Lifting the cloth high the gold placed it over the antlers, snake, and eyes of Gaucho. Grateful for having that damned black creature at last out of his sight. “Now do as you will for my friend.” He could hide the smile on his lips, but the spark in his eyes was a light and loose. Now for the magic.
Assured the cloth was well hiding both. Then with the senses of knowing exactly where he stood the tasseled tail raised. It flashed forward then whipped back and slapped against the cloth hanging from the Rotunda. The cloth wavered and flopped. Fluttering back sounds as the tail beat on it thrice more. The golden still resisted ever so much the desire to smile, least something go astray. Standing as still as he could the twin horned raised one hind cloven hoof up close to his barrel. Then let it go. CLACK It slammed against the stone with a mighty force. Quick to place himself as before so no movement would have been seen. Still he waited a moment more. Let the silly dun and snake to think that they alone heard the noises.
Then the Spanish head lifted and gripped the worthless cloth, pulling it from their eyes. Oh if only for that dear dun and snake the real blindfold could be pulled as well. For they were now subject to the wickedest of tricks the golden had yet to play. You’ll see no sign of it upon his though, for he looks anxiously to the fire bird. “Did you hear the clack? Did the Gods do as they will?” Eyes searched but inwards the gold was already dancing home free in an early celebration. He was ready to be rid of company so he could dance and laugh at the trickery he so ingeniously created. Surely they would tell legends of this day. The legend might not exactly be in his favor, but he would be in it nonetheless as the cunning villain.
Anxiety easing the gold collected himself, picking back up the cloth and placing it upon his own striped shoulders. He returned to the concerned but caring friend. “I hope this is what you seek.” Nodding both to Mara and Gaucho the golden son let a smile grow. “As its creator its powers do no last with me, so you must, unfortunately, find those liars again.” He then raised his head on that noble Spanish neck, even letting the breeze blow across his forelock to show the leafen star upon his head. “And you find, dear Gaucho and Mara, they have indeed played a devilish trick….” Assurance arose in a friendly, comrade of a smile. “…return here, and we shall serve them justice together.” Oh, but the dun would return to an empty stone building, with nothing but a worn blue cloth lying on the floor in mockery. And he would scream the curses to the moons, that he had ever sworn his mind to the devil.
OOC :: I still can't believe I really had Thran do this. xD He's a dead man for sure!
"speech"
@[Gaucho]
Sealed in blood,
Sealed in lies,
The damage done,
To wound a pride.
Sealed in lies,
The damage done,
To wound a pride.
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