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He was not a shadow. Moving through the snow covered rocks and mountains the golden still shown. Thranduil was used to that, and honestly, it wasn’t exactly an unsetting notion. The gold liked to be noticed, and he loved to put on a show. A game or two never hurt either. Lately though those games had gotten a bit more serious. With choosing to continue on here in Helovia, and rising into the ranks of the Basin, he found a heavy weight were there had not been. It was not the mantle of responsibility. No soldier’s burden here. It was the burden of continuing to wear a mask. For the gold was not used to keeping the same lies together everyday. It dragged on him, and so he was out in the night, dragging himself through the snow.
He hadn’t expected to meet anyone. Not many venture to these heights especially in the chill of night. It was the cold that had woken him though. The golden son, not knowing much of how to live in the icy lands had chosen a rather poor cave. Seeing a large one untaken he had thought it a prize, but the first night a cool breeze blew through, he found why it had been left. Tomorrow he would find another, and rest easier his heat seeking body. Soon he would be going to the Throat, and that eased him as well. At least there he could play another role than he had here. Tie another mask on. The cold had woken him though, and being a creature who could not stand still very long he found himself walking. And he just kept walking.
It wasn’t exactly a pleasant thing. It had been only a few days since the wolves charged upon the Basin. The golden still growled to think of it. He had not been angered by their daring to attack the herd that had been rather foolish, however joyous it was to watch. No, it had been those two who had attacked him from behind. The cloven hoof was still tender, and his hip still gave a noticeable dip to take the weight off. Thranduil, the poor son, was untrusting, and so did not apply to any other for aid to heal. Luck was on his side for it was healing fairly well on its own, just needed time. A small cut on his front left shoulder was also healing nicely. Considering the pristine condition the gold kept his coat it was luck it also kept the cuts clean and so they were healing well. The wolves had not faired so well. Their carcasses still lay near the opening of the valley, and the golden was determined to keep his word and fetch that one’s hid at some point.
Tonight was not that night though. Tonight was a night for wandering. His restlessness overrided the sight discomfort of his hind. So lightly limping along he moved up the mountains. Mind at ease in the serenity. It was the third time he’d come to theses peaks. Each time he had met someone here. So he should have known better than to think he was alone.
Shadows moved. Body stopped and kept its place as they moved past him. Then voices rose over the gentle wind. Hark leaned in and could barely hear. They leaned back and the lion tail switched about his hocks. Meeting others had not been the plan, but from their scents which he could barely catch, they were of the Basin. The gold had been looking to meet more of the curious members. The more he knew, the more he could shake about to fall. Still, his weariness and ill did not cause him to want to waltz into the opening and greet them. Perhaps a subtle meeting would do well. Perhaps it was the change he needed to rest easier. Besides he couldn’t hear them from here, and want’s eavesdropping any good for if you can’t hear.
The golden stepped into the opening. The creature stopped and looked squarely at them, the wind blowing up to push back his vanilla tassles. Playing he’d seen them for the first time the gold nickered, nodding and moved forward. Being a proud beast he tried to hid the limp he carried, but the slightest dip betrayed him. Ignoring it he hoped it would go unnoticed. Stopping between them he smiles gently. One is sleeker than the other, and wears a crown straight and true. Her eyes are troubled, and body burdened. The other’s body is drained of color along her back, strips running down her sides, and her horns resemble his own. He’s seen this one before. Speaking to Arah. Coming up just as she finishes speaking he discovers why they were talking. Rhiannon is Arah’s daughter. It took some skill not to raise a brow and give a weary but wicked grin. Still the gold keeps passive and quiet. Not a usual trick he plays. “Evening ladies.” It was low and soft. This was a tale he hadn’t spun in a while. It did though low easier, smoother. Like the lies he spoke formed his own lullabies. “I see I’m not the only night walker tonight.” He let himself be easy and relaxed. Against the two shadows he rang out like the coming of day.
OOC :: Hope you don't mind if he jumps in. =] If you do I'll poof him off. But I thought it'd be fun for him to meet a lesbian. XD
"speech"
A sleep walker's night,
Is supposed to be quiet,
Yet the gold does so love,
A bit more entertainment.
Is supposed to be quiet,
Yet the gold does so love,
A bit more entertainment.
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