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Well crap. Once again, gold flashed up on the rocky, snow covered cliffs of the Steppe. Summer was being rejoiced in the lowlands, but there were no warmth lovers up here. Summer was not strong enough to come up these slopes, but the golden boy was. Or so he told his aching, burning legs, tender hooves, and dying lungs. It wasn’t helping much. Still, it was a tinge faster than a month before. The gold was cursing himself. The two years he had roamed this wide world the morning had seen his fast rolling gallop charge over glades and through the hills. Now he only stopped and ‘talked’. There was little alone time in this land, and hardly a place without a soul finding you. Those dear Helovian souls. He found them as sweet and tantalizing as chocolate. Yet, chocolate is not good for a body looking for fitness. So, finding the Steppe to be the most abandoned place in this land the golden charged up the mountains.
While some turn off their brains during such, well strain is putting it too delicately…more like hell, the golden found it a time to gather what he knew. Soon his lady’s social calendar should calm. If she found his tarrying an ill thought he’d put it to rest soon enough. The gold had been busy in the lands below him. Whatever ill feelings resided between him and the glass horned girl were patched. That glass feather he carried from her tail, he had hid well in a cave he was claiming in the Basin’s stronghold. It was too girly to braid in that brute’s hair. Then there was the fire bird. There was little doubt in Thranduil’s mind that Gaucho had indeed been the Throat’s leader at one point. Gaucho’s doubt though was the interesting part. Oh and how could he forget that damsel, playing her heart out for him. He knew much about his lady thanks to her. There was also the curious incident with the white and red behemoth. Yes, the gold had been busy.
Shit. Cry left his lips as cloven hoof, usually able to clasp the rocks slipped and clacked against a rock. Thranduil can to a jerky halt, leg spasming at the struggle. Snorting the gold boy pulled himself back together. Hark leaned back, he was still a youth, this was ridiculous. Yet the creature had indeed found now that he had stopped, his muscles were remembering to send the message. Mind became overwhelmed with their complaints of how out of shape they were. Shaking his head and seeking a place off of the path to sooth their complaints the golden moved onto a small side trail. Limp slipped away after the creature walked a moment, but the dull ache was still felt. A cold blast sent shivers down the dorsal stripped back as he rounded a corner. There a small opening in the cliffs revealed itself. It was not very protected from the wild, whirling above Helovia, but it was covered in snow. The sweaty beast walked eagerly. The brute himself did not enjoy the snow, but the thought of the numbing cold carried his forth. Finding a place away from the cliff thick was snow the golden smiled. Checking one last moment to ensure he was alone the gold sentry went at ease and lowered his steaming body into the white powder.
Coat trembled with the shock. Regret washed over, but then, it seeped from his limbs to those loud and cantankerous muscles. Numbness of the gold silenced them and at last relief was found. Lion like tail flicked with pleasure beside him and the leafen starred head dipped in rest. Soon he would be ready to step up for spars. There would then be no more cries of ache from his sinew, and at least he would not bring pain to himself. After two years from the battle field he was sure whoever he faced would bring him enough. Hark gave one last check to see if any were around, but the wind was tussling up more, and he could see no one about. Content and at ease, confident he was alone from the world of ice and snow in the summer the golden let his eyes close gently. Harks were still on duty but easy rest was well warranted. It would not last for long.
OOC ::
"speech"
@[Arvakl]
You'll find him there in the snow,
If you wake him expect a row.
If you wake him expect a row.
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