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09-27-2014, 08:52 PM
VALE His bone coloured hooves touched down on solid rock, unnerving to be up so high with no thought to gravity. His shook out his splintered crown upsetting the small snowflakes in his mane, glittering around him in the golden rays. It was one thing to climb to the top pf mountain and look down to the earth far below you knowing solid rock stood fast beneath your hooves. But here, standing at the precipice of the world with nothing but space beneath you was not a thought Vale wanted to dwell on. It had been a strange few days, stranger still being here on this floating rock but he had cause for a distraction, a little amusement and what better way than to go looking for trouble himself. Golden honey orbs look out on his surroundings beneath his hollow crown; it was a peaceful place for all its physics defying foundations. Snow still fell softly in little flurries and his breath frosted white clouds on the exhale. But Vale didn’t mind the cold; it cleared his head and flushed his system. A small gathering drew him to the middle of the field, curiosity always overriding manners or caution every time. He heard the call of a challenge, one of spoken words and hidden meanings, a game to be played. The dark wolf approached the three with glowing mischief. The golden man, Thranduil he had met before and gave him a nod of recognition but the other two he had not. “Well hello brothers and sister” referring to the crowns upon their heads as relations “riddles you say? Well I’m game” He grinned. "Talking" |
