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09-21-2014, 12:32 AM
A cold breeze blew up from behind him and sent shivers down that brown stripped back. Low growl is stifled in the gold’s throat. Winter was certainly on its way. His lady had accused him of escaping it by delaying his intern in the Throat. It had not been his intent, but in returning to this land so late in the season it was obviously a beneficial result. This was only a warning of the harsh winds and snow to come, and even this he wish to escape, but he was trapped here. His lady’s festival for their patron god was only a day or so away, and his presence had been politely demanded. As always, his lady must be obeyed.
Already a tent of beautiful colors was raised and stalls were coming together. Just today a few unicorns had come from the caves with glowing crystals and mushrooms. They had seemed to struggle under their weight, but the gold only turned back into the warmth of his cave and wolf hides. He may be required to attend this festival of light and time, but he was not about to get his hands dirty. After all his physic was not of too much value in this herd. He was a thief, a phantom, a trained stealth, and so it was his mind that made him valuable, and what good could that be here at this petty festival. No one could match his intellect, so what use was it to try and hold conversations for very long. Besides that, he was not exactly a herd mascot, so there wasn’t much use for cheering on others.
Today though necessity had called him out of his cave hide away tucked up in the mountains. At the permafrost ground there was already snow, but still hidden under it were some tender blades of tundra grass. The sun was high above but could not pierce the cold shield over this northern ground and the gold found himself wishing already he was back tucked under his pelts. There was still much to plan and consider, plus his view from that high cave above the crafter’s held a good view of all around the central valley, and horse watching was his favorite activity. Nipping at a few last blades the gold picked up those twin horns and moved his gold bod to the lake side. Head dipped and he drank deeply. When he picked his head back up to leave, the gold noticed he was no longer alone.
OOC :: This is the Pre-Game Meeting between Roland and Thranduil to 'design' the stealth game for later. I'm sorry Amy that its so crappy, it'll get better. =]
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@[Roland]
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