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12-21-2014, 11:49 PM
Gah! That small creature had proved such a pain. It was only a day or so old, but the gold was already tired of it. The fawn had not only broke his precious, but was calling upon the golden at his every moment for food, or water, or whatever, and the gold was simply done. Snorting and shaking his horned head he stepped out of his cave over the valley to leave it. Let it fend for itself and see how lucky it had it. The sharp cold wind which usually took his breath away, was light now that spring was coming. Though the Basin was always a bit of a winter wonderland, those who knew its harshest moments could sense its change. Looking out over the valley though, it seemed no one had noticed. Not a soul was out in the valley. Shaking his horned head the gold moved off to head down to the valley. They must all be huddled in their caves like bats hiding from the sunlight. Typical.
Coming off his ridge though the gold sniffed about the air a most curious scent. It was not of the Basin at all. Pinning his golden harks back he turned, and headed towards the scent. Keeping to the pines, he came to their end and saw in the distance a mare, waiting at the edge of their lands. At least she had the sense to not enter. Still, she seemed to hesitate on the edge, waiting. Now the gold was not one to seek out company, but he was a curious soul, and seeing how no one else decided to wake up today, might as well investigate. Picking up a rolling three beat the twin horned moved up to the ridge where the grey lady stood. She certainly was not of the Basin, but had every qualification, mainly two long, red tipped horns. Though there was not a hint of tension in her, or anything yet to gain the gold’s suspicion, she had it. None usually bothered to come this far north for a holiday. So either the lass had a purpose or she needed to get lost. Sliding up to a stop before her the gold played out his usual charms. “You’re far too lovely to be all up here on your own.” Smiling as he spoke the gold flicked his tasseled tail about his hocks. He needed a distraction for the little creature holding up inside his cave, and though he was never one to take things all the way, a pretty little distraction might be just what he needed.
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