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07-20-2014, 11:23 PM
With that he was gone. Smile broke forth fully and openly as the golden watched the dark creature grow small. Yes, go find your little friends. Shaking his head in a soft low laugh the twin horned turned and headed back into the Rotunda. Oh it had been a tense moment though. Especially when the fire bird had stomped upon the ground after the noise. The golden was concerned his plot had been found out. But the creature had stayed still and took heart in finding the previous liars. All in all the golden was quite impressed with himself.
Still grinning and laughing at the fortune of such a gullible beast the gold slipped into the shadows of the stone. Cool air wrapped around him and a deep breathe let it fill within him as well. The dun was sure to find soon that there was no such magic about, or that it had indeed not worked. Then that fire bird and his black witch would come barreling back to this place ready to lift the stone from the earth to find the cloth, or the golden son who held it. Lip smirked at the thought. Yes, that damned snake would get served a hard cold dish. Honestly, the twin horned liked better tricking her than the dun! She had been distrusting from the start. Smart snake, but unfortunately she was only half of the brain, and the other half had apparently told her to shut up. It’d regret that.
When they came finally to enter the stone place they would find part of what they sought. An old worn blue cloth lying on the floor. Most likely dirt and dust would already cover it, taking away. Oh yes, that would tell them immediately what trick was a foot. Oh to be here when they discovered the dastardly plot. A sigh left his lips. That fire bird would be a blaze though, and the golden was not one to be there waiting on death. Nope, not a smart move. Stopping in the middle of the stone building the Spanish neck curved around and teeth gripped the cloth. It pulled the ragged cloth from his back and then let it drop to the floor. Grinning, rather madly, at it the golden then raised his head. In one last hit one cloven hoof stomped upon the old threads. Snorting an end to the story the golden moved off and back into the opening of the stone circle. The day had gotten hot, perhaps he’d find a river to cool off in. All the way there he laughed at the masterful trickery he’d played.
OOC :: The end!
"speech"
@[Gaucho]
Off you go,
Don't be late,
Go on now,
So he can celebrate.
Don't be late,
Go on now,
So he can celebrate.
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