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Heat of the day was dying. Slipping into the sweet crisp air of night. It even reaches to kiss the golden nape under those vanilla locks. The golden boy’s footsteps are heavy, but strong. With the coming on summer his promise to his lady Illnyx has come to be paid. So he journeys from the Rotunda towards the mountains which loom far ahead. It would be a long walk by the moon’s light, but better than heat and increased company of the day. Thranduil had not been in this land but a season and had already met many. It showed on him more this night than the rest. His twin horned head, usually carried so high was lowered to his knees. Tassled tail which always kept the beat with that spinning mind, was still, curled and quiet. Earth eyes, usually masked, found in this darkness, an ease. They let forth glimpses of the soul usually locked away.
Dark quiet night was broken. Hark rose, and the weary train north stopped. A flash of clear light, and red glow. Nares lean in hesitantly to find burning limestone, and thick dank air. For a moment the golden stands still, hark leaning back to judge with might be to the side of his path. From his still stance in the shadows he sees shadows pass, towards the light. He did not want company tonight. Snorting out at the stupidity of looking for company the cloven hooves lift to move on. Another flash of light. Spanish head swings round, but earth eyes narrow. Suspicion creeps upon him, and the still tail lefts a little flick loose. He does not want to join a social night, only to be left to the peace and dark of the night and moon. Yet, as he watches another glimmer lets loose. Without commanding them limbs move forward. High and slow, as if the golden’s mind was not yet sure of what decision his body was making.
To a cave the light led, strange place. It explained the limestone, and red glows, but that glimmer. It trickles on the walls and ceiling. Now he’s skeptical. This is folly, he can smell the crowd in the room of the cave beyond, and he must be in the mountains by morn. But that light…dare he say, touches him. A glimmer hits his chest and flashes about his deep breast, before dropping away. It didn’t just flash though…it touched. It was a familiar, yet distant. And those knowing hooves can not stop carrying the golden body to the far room.
It touched all. Stepping fully, the light wrapped around him, feeling him, touching about him. Knowing him. Its source already had several staring into its depths, transfixed. This was ridiculous. One hark slides about, but the golden does not stop moving till he comes to the pool’s edge. Earth eyes narrow. It is folly to look into the depths which has claimed so many others. Yet, see how they react to their own reflections. Wait. There are no reflections. He can not seem them in the pool. Physics was bending, and the logical creature was brought into curiosity. So without much more thought, his head lowered to look down.
The golden was first himself. Then copper with a black single blade. Harks lean in, he knew that face. The water ripples, changes, a flash of light washes over him. He changes. Then it slams him. For a moment, glory washes over him. He looks upon the crowd gather below him in the pool and smirks. He knows all. He sees all. An old familiar security washes over him. Does he know that buckskin standing there? There’s one he knows there, a blue roan with ram horns, delicate and ever so soft. Tyring, trying to out run the coming one. And for a while, he wants her to. For a moment he wants Nellas to reach him. Then there morphing from the crowd she steps. Glowing about in white which crowns her, the water causing her to flash about. Her crown of antlers held high and proud in a way he had not seen in ever so long. Oh and those gold curves and lacings about her coat which put everyone in the crowd to shock felt so familiar. Desire churned about in him. Oh that face, angelic, but held in manner matching his. He knew this face. He knew Lorien. Heart panged. A flash of light washed about him again, catching it, feeling it. She turns, looking back. Suddenly this image was not at peace. The golden wants not to see more. Gold head tries to pull away but the water holds. He will see this, it demands. Earth eyes beg, haunches pull back, but he is locked in. As that small body, too small to live dances forward in a golden and white splendor.
The golden made not a sound, but inward he was a roar. Spanish head tears from the looking pool. Hid trembles, nearly shaking. Breath ragged. That was cruel. It was harsh. It was never to be seen. No one was ever to see those faces again. Why did the golden know how to twist minds? Because he had twisted his own. He had bended it against its will to forget. That was not to be seen. By anyone. For once he wished for power. The golden begged to blind others against those weaknesses which he kept so deeply hidden, and were brought to light by the pool. He wanted them to burn.
OOC:: So most of what he desires you won’t understand, as I haven’t revealed his history yet. However, he’s desiring his magic in order to keep all from seeing it. Hence this magic.
Also, none of the figures mentioned in his view of the pool are in Helovia at the moment, in case any are confused. They are all from his past, and he simply wishes them in his future.
He Desires
:: [Magic: DarkxFire | Can blind vision of opponent by creating smoke in their eyes, with continued practice and concentration it will burn slightly]
:: [Restrictions | Lasts only 30 second, burning will only occur in last 10 seconds]
NO previous denials.
"speech"
You've look too long.
You've looked too close.
Blind them all to that view.
Blind yourself to that truth.
You've looked too close.
Blind them all to that view.
Blind yourself to that truth.
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Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
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