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09-22-2014, 01:07 AM
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Slowly the gold led the girl to the water’s edge. A cloven hoof steps tenderly into the water. Shivers sent racing up his spine, but with the pain at last gone from his hind it felt like little more than a pin prick, and the gold easily accepted the cool temperature of the water. The season may be summer but this was the Basin. Slowly the golden slips into the water. The pure crystalline around him begins to dark and run redder as it washes away the blood of others. The sweet thing speaks and the gold looks back at the shore, nodding for her to continue. The gold was barely listening. Of course they fox tail stealer was sly, it had enough tails to be nine foxes, so nine times the slyness. But the topic kept the silence at bay for the sweet thing seemed to enjoy it. Wading up to his chest the gold then dips the fine Spanish head into the cold water. Shaking he brings it out and a splash of water, then repeats. He is, as said, rather careful of his look, and now that the sweet girl had restored his health, there might have been some inner pull to match her handiwork. At last the gold reaches ‘round and pulls the pelts from his back, and the lake surely runs red now as he drags each through the water, then dips his back in the cold to wash it. Finally done with this mundane task the gold begins to rise from the water, the pelts replaced onto his back. Any looks she has spent his way were not caught, or cared for. The gold was assured he had figured out this girl and her damn pet, so no need to watch his every step. Besides, a bath was too enjoyable. Shaking, he reaches back once more and pulls the water logged hides down and rests them on the ground, at last look back up to the sweet thing for her question. A warm smile now rises on the clean maw, the mask better crafted with this small interlude. It brings forth a low nicker of humor before he speaks. “For that it seems your companion and I have something in common.” Those earth eyes glance down to the pet of the girl. Damn he hated those creatures, but at times he wish he had their intuition. Looking back up to the sweet bay the gold seems to settle. “I am a Phantom here.” Head dips in a nod. The gold was much more at ease now that her personal images and flashing gold coat were returned. Now he once again was the golden son. If only he could worm out of the sweet thing’s debt which never asked to be in, then the day might not have been a complete let down. You see it was not that the gold didn’t mind leaving others with less than they came with, but the sweet girl’s selfless kindness was putting the gold in an odd spot. One he did not like to remain in for long. "Speech" Tag;;@[Lena] OOC;; Notes;; |
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