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12-13-2014, 10:44 PM
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Thranduil
Thranduil, Thief of the Basin. Had a nice ring to it. A wild grin and high haunty step had made the gold nearly oblivious to the invisible flies which still buzzed about his ears. How could he be concerned by them when he was on such a high? Not only had Deimos just admitted he was wrong, he had seen fit to name the gold Thief next to Roland, AND the gold was sporting his new wolf hide cloak headed back to the warmer Throat. Yes, despite this horrible sickness which might snatch his life any moment or leave him in an insane mental state, the gold was doing pretty good. So good in fact, he lost track of where he was. A sharp wind blew up his back and flapped his cloak. That got the gold’s attention. Buzzing harks pin and look back with a threat at the direction of the wind, but also saw the Arch was well behind him. Snorting the gold looked back forward. He was not yet at the Steppe, but there still was a lovely view of the valley below. Shaking his twin horns, and shivering against the cold the gold moves forward to glance over the valley better. Yet something was amiss. A first he thought it a snow drift, a freakish one perhaps, but it moved. Harks shake away the flies and lean forward, but of course it does not help. Something white hide in plain sight. Then a shadow moves, a giffon, between an equine’s legs. Harks pin back deeply and tassled tail, cold in this air, gave a quick lash at his sides. He knew that griffon. It was her pet, the princess’s, and it was she, in her snow white form, who stood in the snow with her long locks tossed about her. The gold did not enjoy her company, nor was he interested in investigating her any further. He had discovered all he wanted to know after that first meeting where that proclaimed ‘Impersonator’-wait….she was the Impersonator. A tingle of excitement tickled down his legs, a result of a rush of power. The gold was now ahead of her, essentially her boss. With a wild grin rising up once more on his lips the gold decided he wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Besides, the gold also now had some dirt on the woman, a curious older daughter, and two twins. That is what the princess protected, and loved so dearly. He knew all the weaknesses (he thought), so time for a little payback. Cloven hooves crash through the snow drifts, making no secret of his approach. Spanish head curled in, as vanilla tassles rolled off into the wind. They were not as long as hers, but they certainly had grown since he’d arrived here nearly a year ago. All was calm, even the grin was wiped from his face. They only betrayal of his inner workings was a familiar spark in his eye and flick of his tail. The rest of him was rather calm as he slowed a walk coming up behind the white princess. It should have reminded him of one so similar long ago, but the two were completely different in every other way. This princess carried herself so differently, and wore her age on her sleeve. The other had reveled in youth, and matched the gold in spark and mischief. Coming to a halt the gold looks over the pale mare a nod dipping his horns, though his harks flicker with the buzzing of flies. “Arah.” It was short, but with a warm tone. Course anything would seem warm in this frozen hell. Ignoring the griffon, the gold looks out over the valley. “Lovely weather, eh?” It was said with dead seriousness, through all the gold’s craft. Though inside that dark cavern of a beast a man wriggled his hands together with a vicious grin. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Tag:: [@Arah] |
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