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Fog clung to the air in the early spring hours just outside the Threshold. It shifted the warm light of the just rising sun into a cool white light, as if trying regain the night. It could resist the sky’s golden touch, but there was another golden son. It dashed through the meadows of fog and through the small thickets. A gleam of light in the cool morning. The creature seemed to fleet across the lands, it seemed like an effortless, graceful, glide. It was anything but. Over the sound of dancing cloven hooves roared the beast’s mighty lungs, his nares flaring for breath, and side clawing ever for more. The heart in that deep chest had been let loose and was felt in his neck and ears as it pounded out a rhythm with his hooves. And a golden coat, stained darker from sweat of effort still shone through with a gleam, catching what little light there was and tossing it back. Golden neck flexed down and twisted back up with wild and reckless spirit, trying to keep the vanilla locks from sticking to that ever hot and slick neck.
Head lifts, ears slide out and the brute slams on the brakes, sliding before picking up a lazy jog before at last halting.
As a break in the fog moves away the Unicorn is revealed at last. Thranduil stands, muscles quivering and burning, lungs still clawing. He lifts his head crowned with those dark brown horns ever higher pulling in the air. Heavy pine, light flowers, and all other manners of unknown scents drift to him. It does not smell as the lands Thranduil had just travelled through. The golden boy lowered his head and chocolate eyes peered ahead with a sharper interest than before. The land of meadows was certainly ending as the trees were growing closer and wider. Muscles twitched under the soaked hide, and the brute shifted his weight. A lion like tail lashed around and against his hip before whipping back. A decision was being made. Tossing his head back he gazed at last on the meadows behind him. The fog was disappearing fast and while he had enjoyed the open during his morning revelry, it did not suit him during the day. The shadows called to him, even if he was entering somewhere new and uncertain. And then again, had he not been doing this for over a year now? Tossing his head about with a smile and a snort the gold creature slipped into the still cool shadows of the forest and into Helovia.
A small stream was found soon. Eyeing it lustily the brute paused and after waiting in the dim shades to ensure his privacy the Thranduil walked slowly towards it. One would not have noticed his thirst but for his extended length by the stream’s side. When finished the palo creature tended to his coat. He valued its shine and with nowhere to be and no one to meet might as well. It was not until the sun was half way up into the sky that the Unicorn moves on. Not far into the forest he finds a path heading east or west. It is well worn, the grass kept at bay by the traffic. Harks flicked around for signs of travelers, but he seemed to have the highway to himself. Lowering his horned head to the earth the nares quiver at the scents. Most were like those he had met on his previous travels, unicorns, Pegasus, and horses, but there were a few unknowns. And all the tracks led west. Drawing his head up Thranduil golden flecked eyes followed the trail as it led deeper into the woods. The golden brute had avoided company so far, preferring to run and find his own way, but it was a dull life. You can not play every game with just one player. A smirk danced across his lips. Yes, perhaps it was time to play another round. He would be going into unknown lands, with unknown laws, yet what is the hunt for such unknown treasures is half the fun. Picking up a gliding trot, which pulled out his muscles made hot in his morning run, the golden boy followed the path on into the Threshold.
After an hour of travelling Thranduil tired and slipped back into the shadows. Besides, the air was now thick with the scents of others, and he occasionally heard voices drifting in the light spring breeze. Not that the shadows did much for him. Honestly, a golden horse the shadows? Even a half blind creature could spot him. Yet, he felt more secure here in the dim light where the shade cooled his still warm flesh. The small rush of endorphins and loosening yet strain of his muscles that morning had put Thranduil in a very light mood indeed. Well, light being relative. His mind was rolling over thoughts darker and sharper than the horns atop his crown. Alas, by noon, when the full warm breeze began to blow through the trees he and found no mouse to play with. The wait was only making his schemes grow. Smirks would rise and fall as his mind tripped over more and more elaborate plans. Thranduil thought he might have out run his reputation, and he wanted to use this to his advantage. Ah, what a lovely show this would be. The golden boy reviewed his closet of masks and chuckled to himself at each for the plans he could pull with them. If only he could find another creature to play along.
He found hunger first. After the run in the morning and the upbeat travelling the golden creature’s stomach finally broke through his planning. Silently as he could he crept up to meadow through the trees. No one stood in this small space, and his harks could not make out any sound beyond the normal woodland. Stretching out his head he took in what he could. The unknown scents masked over each other, and while he could tell the species of some, the unfamiliarity caused him to not pick up where they were or how far. Shit. Lion tail flicked again in annoyance and horns rattled as he shook his head back in. The golden boy hated when his inexperience at tracking came through. True, he was good, but he was only five. Well, if he ran into another brute or lass, the better right? He’d at least have another player, even if it was not on his game board. Thranduil had always learned the rules of new games quickly. Letting his youthful grace flow he entered the meadow. After only walking a few steps he could keep his hunger at bay no longer. With one last look about the golden Spanish neck lowered his head to the earth and the brute began to fill his need. Lion tail curled up twitching as the warm breeze played with his vanilla locks to let the leaf upon his forehead peak into the light of day. A picture of domestic, tame, serenity perhaps. Think not that he was blind though, for his harks, and eyes kept watch. His guard was down however, due to youthful recklessness or the desire for a game is not ours to tell. Coat glittered in the sunlight of midday making it incredibly easy to overlook his sinister nature lurking underneath. Truly if a creature were not careful they might mistake the golden unicorn as one of cleaner virtue and morals. Their mistake.
OOC :: Sorry its so very long, I usually do not write this much. I have not played this boy much so I wanted some freedom to get used to him. Open to any and all. Want to fit him in a longer plot let me know!
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