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#12

08-09-2014, 10:35 PM

"I do not intend to die today."
Said the young prince so brave.
"None do."
Whispered the king blue.

She laughs, again. In the dark perhaps she didn’t see his tail lash out with a bit more force. It was not that he thought he could take on in battle the fire bird. The golden had been training in strength in the mountains, but it was unlikely he would ever be able to even live through that fight. Yet fire, blades, and hooves were not the only weapons the gold possessed. The gold almost wished to tell her of what passed in that stone shelter to let her see that he was perfectly capable of handling his own among those larger, and stronger than he. Still, she calms, speaking as she does.

The gold knew well the beast was still dangerous. Flashing through his mind came images of how bugged out Gaucho had become at one moment, and that was only at insulting the creature’s pet snake! Every creature though, has its weakness, and the fire bird’s was ever present on his tongue. His lady continues though, speaking more of what should be learned from his wee little trip south. The golden was slightly disappointed. Not that he was expected to be told to secretly take over the land in a twisted evil plot of utter sneakiness, but some ‘target’ would have been more exciting. Still, who said he wouldn’t make his own targets.

Solemnness falls over her once again. The end of her humor draws him in, though that gold mind was treading off to other places. Her tone lends her words to a demand. In order words, he shouldn’t get his ass caught, for there wouldn’t be much help from them to intervene till after. Big shocker. It showed the golden son though just how far he still had to come in his herd lands affections before he become turn coat. With his ever pleasing smile the gold slips back at her. “It would not be a happy occasion for me either, thankfully I have no intention of dying soon.” The rough laugher slips forth low in the night. A cool breeze rolls through, gently lifting up his tassles off his neck, and soothingly sending a chill through him. Time to find a cave and pace about the night, thinking of the plans and days ahead. “As you wish though, m’lady.” Perhaps she would find that to her satisfaction, and the rest of the night would be his to plot and dream of chaos to come.

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