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11-29-2014, 02:55 PM
Twin horned head shakes again as the black devil seems to silently chew over his thoughts. When he does speak it actually pulls the gold’s harks forward for what he says was not expected. Mistaken? My this was a huge change. Golden head lifts slightly and considers the black with some expectedness. Mistaken about what….for the gold surely know this black devil was mistaken in a great many things. Hence he had hung around this crazy frozen town. Watching with a curiousness and care the gold considers what the black devil says. It was a tease. Some intelligence. The gold can’t keep his face from falling slightly, but it still hangs onto a playful smirk. He had expected too much, but the gold reminded himself, it was a lot for that black. So with a playful smirk continuing he gives the black the kindness of letting it slide by unnoted.
The conversation returns to its previous track and the golden settles back in for its continuation, unable though to let that playful smirk wipe from his face. The question makes the gold inhale slowly. That question had troubled him as well. None of the events seemed to be connected. At least, there wasn’t a murder or ransom note, not single sign always showing. It was always just…wrong. So the twin horned, shaking his head once more, lets his long breathe out and speaks with lacing concern. “None that I have seen, other than always a strange wind and unnatural feeling. I don’t know how it could be one creature, even immortal. Still I believe it is a someone, and these are but nature’s chaotic reactions to some dark sinister work.” The gold stops once more, thinking deeply about the coincidence about the fruit tree and the moon. It seemed to have grown up in the darkness of the night. Curious that.
Shaking his fly ridden ears again the gold waits for the answer to his prior question. Especially with these dark days the missing presence of his lady was a very concerning. Had she taken the new dangers upon herself and gone to investigate over the mountains? Had they taken her? All were concerning questions, but luckily it was no worse fate than the gold had in mind for her anyway. Still, it was all a curious mixture of circumstances. So he asks a broad question with many answers, a net thrown in a muddy pond to see what he can catch. “What shall you do?” What shall we all do?
OOC:: @[Deimos]
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