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08-07-2014, 02:37 PM
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Give me a little more liberation, Perhaps a little consolation, Can be found in annihilation. The smell of bitter copper is nearly overwhelming. Golden limbs, tipped with cloven hooves step into the opening from the trees, then pause to survey the scene. It had only been two days since this was a more, active area. Now it was literally dead. Wolf bodies lie contorted and lifeless across the smooth grounds. A cluster closer to the gates of the valley were burned, stabbed or still singed with other forms of magic. Scavengers had felt the tingle of ill will and left all these bodies alone. Then, more towards the center of the valley two others lay one crushed, and the other feeling a little holey. Snickers slip through those sly lips as he moves towards the two last forms. There is a hitch in this though. Literally. The usual smooth glide of the golden youth is broken by a lurch at his hip. The problem trails down though trails down to his hind. What had been healing well not only the night before when he ventured to the Steppe was now swollen and painful. The gold had washed away in the lake that morning as he had the day before the gore from it which repulsed him. It was not that he didn't mind a little blood. The wounds on his shoulder and front hock he bared well, but this one was not exactly a proud war wound anymore. It had become more of a suffering annoyance. The golden was still new to the lands, and knew not of any healers in the herd of his, so he kept it to himself, hoping by and by it would ease. The pain was dulled only by the oncoming thoughts of the task ahead. Stepping up to the two fallen bodies the gold's mouth was wicked with delight. He had promised to have their hides and he would. Moving to the one a little less wholesome than the other the thin nares and earth eyes surveyed the damage done. This one had been the more troublesome of the two. Having grabbed his leg in the rock outcropping he had been kicked off, but racing to the rescue of the other wolf being trampled by those cloven hooves (while, the gold would like to point out, grabbing at his front hock ruthlessly). Rushing to his comrade’s aid the wolf lept up and attempted to grab the gold’ hind again, but this time he wasn’t quick enough. Leaving the near trampled figure the gold had swung around horns blazing. The poor wolf had tried to escape, even leaping further to the flames he feared to escape, singing his maw. It was too late though and he faced down the spears upon the gold’s head and lost. In his struggles his hind claws did leave a slash on the golden’s shoulder, but not very deep. The damn beast had been hard to pull off from his perch atop the gold’s horns, but the satisfaction of the action’s vengeance was satisfying. Now the golden was paying for it as he kept the weight off his hind, so the furred brute would pay again. It took nearly an hour to get the first hide off. And the blood now at his hooves, and dripping from his horns and maw from were not exactly stylish. Yet it was satisfying. Like a good ruse in bed after being teased he felt powerful, even as he could not walk straight. Thankfully due to the time lapse, there wasn’t enough to make it a true gore fest. Dragging the hide to the other carcass he mused over how to complete it. It would need to be washed, then stretched. He was sure there was a supply of salt in one of these caves, but the work was not exactly thrilling, at least not as much as this step was. Horns cut at the second hide and began to pull it off. In another hour or so the gold was nearly complete. His teeth pulling the last from the wolf, before tossing it on top of the other. Sides heaving with the effort he stood proudly surveying his catch, thinking of future uses. Even his twice bit hind, though still held gingerly and had grown once again ill looking, was not remembered for it too rejoiced in the revenge found. So secure in his thoughts and villainous act that he was oblivious to what went on around him, or rather who went around him. "Speech" Tag;;@[Lena] OOC;; Lena first please, then feel free to join if you'd like. Notes;; Thranduil has an infection in his right hind leg where he was bitten twice. Not much tendon damage, just painful. Also wounds on shoulder and left front hock but those are shallow and healing well. He also collects two wolf hides. |
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