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12-19-2014, 11:23 PM
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That was it. He was leaving that fawn for good. The golden had left the dark spotted fawn in a few bushes by the oasis. No longer could he stand to have to watch over that small creature every waking second. It would be fine on its own he was certain, so the golden had left the small creature and would not return for it. He had little regret for this action and felt completely justified at it, having had to carry the thing here. What a waste! He had long lost sight of Gaucho and Hotaru by the time he picked the small creature up. After racing to the Throat there was no sign of the Basin’s pink spy. Still, the gold would not have to wait long to know her fate. A call sounded over the dunes, one the golden by now knew well. He had successfully slipped in the last herd meeting, but for this he wanted to be more in the crowd. So the gold pulled out his new favorite card. Taking a deep breath his limbs began to disappear into the sands, and the tingling feeling rose up quickly till at last the gold was completely unseen. His hidden lips pulled up in a smirk. With his additional practice this trick was faster than before, soon he would be a master at it. Kicking up his heels, sending sand randomly flying into the air, the gold takes off for Gaucho’s meeting. Coming to the gathering the gold slows. Just because he was invisible doesn’t mean the sand or sounds coming from his were. He closes in as close as he dares and listens. So the pink spy was in trouble by her own doing, though the gold highly doubted that refined creature was a cannibal. Not even Deimos or Illynx were weird enough for that. Still there was other news, and the gold noted them well. A third lead joined their ranks, Bucephalus was no longer a crafter but leader. Curious that, and the fire bird mentioned Kri…Kri the Resolute….where had he heard that..Ophelia. The new lady was more of a turn coat than the gold expected. The electric blue bird was not a warrior. Looking her over now that he was closer the gold certainly could see why. Though the Basin had several strong leaders, the Throat looked most certainly as if it could hold its own. That is, as long as it had the fire bird and blue bird. Still the beast had saved the best for last. The fire bird would be….impaired, for a quest? Invisible head tilted. What sort of quest would the fire bird risk his precious family for? Though the gold found near nothing exciting about this news there apparently was much more to debate than he thought. The electric blue mare was a blaze of temper over the new face in the Throat. This was most amusing. Tension obviously circulated in this ‘family’ thicker than many might believe. It seemed the blue bird had a strong moral core. Not to mention their new leader made clear that the Throat was tired of being picked on. Clearly tensions had reached near breaking point. This was not the reclusive Throat of before, but a more militant and deadly one. It took every bone in his body not to laugh at the dun’s line that none came for the pink one. That there was such a thing as ‘fairness’ in Helovia. The Basin code was much like any other band of thieves, bandits, and blood thirsty cut throats, ever stallion, or mare, left behind, stays behind. If you got caught, it was your fault, and no one was going to come and rescue you. Even the gold who stood in this herd as an ally to the pink one did nothing to aid her escape. She got herself into this mess and she should get herself out, otherwise she did not belong in the first place. It was the Basin way, but more so a thief’s way. Oh but then things got feisty. A bay mare jumped in front of the blue bird and leveled a threat. Pity she retreated, the gold was so enjoying this. Clearly this Throat ‘family’ was more ready for a match than a reunion of pro, red neck wrestlers. The gold wondered if this is what Deimos felt like inside all the time. Still it came to not. The blue bird paid no mind and the group became to break apart. The gold pouted slightly. Still there was much to learn from this ‘happy’ family from this meeting. Waiting still by the side he watched for any new developments. Still he couldn’t stop from feeling a worry begin to nag his soul. Harks pinned back against it but it kept there, like a bubble by his chest. The little fawn he wanted to abandon so easily, would not, through the power of their connection, be forgotten. "Speech" Tag;; OOC;; Notes;; |
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