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Plans formed. Mind swirled. Heart beat the quick pace of action. It is true the gold did not like responsibility, tasks, or duty, but hell none of that was here is it? His only job, get in the Throat and get out, and thanks to last night he knew just how to do that. Nares lifted around the island trying to find if she was still here. The girl had left the tents that night though, and not returned. Snorting with frustration he begins to sweep the isle. The adrenaline of the chase was on.
Golden limbs slammed and locked. Vanilla locks sweeping, and whipping from their previous rhyme. She was beyond the rise. Moving forward slowly the golden crested the hill. Below he saw her, on the edge. Hark lean back, that will not do. Dead tickets aren’t usually taken into lands. But there’s another. Earth eyes narrow as they watch. He sees her, stops. Then with ease he walks to her. So much for making this a private meeting, still that wouldn’t make it impossible. She jumps up with a start and the golden’s mind spins. She does not like that who approaches. Moving forward down to her with a quick pace her voice spits across the air as he comes into their view.
The gold is another unicorn. His face is painted with restrained worry, his body calm. No hint of his thoughts a moment ago flowing through. His mask is tied on tight, his body trained. Slowing to a walk as he comes up, his eyes look to mare who knows him not, and the black stallion (dragon still unnoticed). “Sorry to intrude, but I heard voices.” Looking back to the golden bird he speaks more defensively. “Is he bothering you dear maiden…” Gold dusted eyes trail to the dark stallion. The creature seemed to have manors, maybe he wouldn’t take this personally. The brute’s scent finally came to the gold, finding it full of salt, and thick with pine and limestone the gold knew where he came from. Worry paused him, but it was rationalized. Any word that reached the damsel of this could quickly be twisted back into place as a misunderstanding. Turning back to the pale gold bird those earth eyes look earnestly worried. Let me be your knight in armor. Take me home to your castle so strong. There the gold will become the Trojan.
OOC :: Sorry for crap post....
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Oh see his mind has a plan,
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