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07-13-2014, 11:28 PM
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Everyone ready to lie, And sleep till dawn's rise, Why do I sleep nigh, Because dear son, You're never able to resist a bit of fun. Time ticked by. It had been a while since the herd meeting and still no sign of the golden lady. His lady. That woman knew not what place she held. Most likely for the better considering how ancient and flimsy of a place it was. Due to fall someday soon. The golden was still awaiting a moment with her as he grazed on the hillside. He had promised to return to her after his trip in the lands throughout the rest of spring. It was now mid-summer. Oh how much he had learned there in the valley and even during his return to the mountain. Would he tell her of this knowledge? Some. If she requested it to win her favor. If not, it would remain behind sealed lips. Just like those business days of old. Grasses rustled beyond. Gold harks picked up but they were greeted before any other notice could be made. She called for him. Spanish neck raised that twin horned head from the depths of the tall grasses. Those earth eyes looking out with serenity that was found in meadow beyond him. Dusk was settling sweet and slow on the mountain tops, and the last of the mild air was blowing through the grasses, towards her. His lady looked like the last remnants of the sun’s light from the day. Her gold dusted coat and fiery elegant legs. Oh but she also spoke of the night, her deep rich dark coat moved as the night oncoming. Her voice lifting above those singing the night away. Funny, he hadn’t noticed this before. Now he knew better than to fall for those simple aspects though. Besides, dusk was always a time for such thoughts. Contrary to popular belief, no one liked to spend nights alone. Still, he knew more. He’d grown wiser of the lands he haunted, and he knew things which she might not wish him to. So he silenced such thoughts with a smirk at the thought of her undoing. Time was wasting though. His lady called. And she must be answered, for now. Lean limbs stepped the gold bod out and towards hers. Wind blew up from behind him, but it was the comforting touch of the day’s last blessings. Still, it tossed about the gold’s tassle’s throwing them up in the twist of a last dance, revealing the leafen star beneath. But only for a moment, then the day passed, and with it the breeze, dusk firmly settling between them as the gold stopped before his lady. Dipping his head and those gold dusted eyes to her the gold strings together a pleasant look. He remembered the ‘pleasant’ conversation that had passed before, and how she had controlled the meeting with tact, ease, and grace, all stirred together with a dash of arrogance, and invincibility. It was a lovely recipe. Lion like tail flicked once by his hocks. “M’lady” Oh how civil we are being! The gold was learning well now how to withhold himself for the pleasantries. Yes, he’d learned well by now that he was playing for keeps. Still he did not want to direct the conversation. No, he needed to know more of his lady, needed to know beyond that which he had been told. So he volunteered no more for the moment but, “I’ve returned home, as promised.” Above a mockingbird flies about, sweeping then low. Calling out another rises from the tundra brush to join it and the two flirt about in the darkening sky. "Speech" Tag;; @[Illynx] OOC;; I was thinking of having him become a sleuth, but he might need some help coming to that decision. Really though you're welcome to take this anywhere you want. =D Notes;; |
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