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01-24-2015, 11:43 PM
Beautiful. Just Beautiful. The gold shook his weary hide, his circlet clinking about his horns, as a chill ran down his spine. The unusual cold for this season had caused the gold to bring out his wolf cape again. It draped elegantly over that dorsal stripped back, and swung as he walked. He reaches back even now to pull at it, feeling the jingle of stones around his neck. He smiles thinking about the four black gems tied about his neck. There had been three before. A small figure brushes against his leg as he hurries along. Harks pin back for a moment as he looks down at the black spotted fawn, trotting alongside him to keep up. That was also new since the last time. The little fawn was most excited, only because for the first time in a while the gold was excited. So strong was it that it passed through even the weak bond they had at the moment, and so bubbled within the tiny creature. He could feel the readiness, the tinging nerves and jumpy gaits. So though the small creature was far too young to know of the cause, he too bounded happily. Oxy’s blood magic. It was supposed to be a hostage situation. To steal the addict’s bag and then trade it back for a price. Didn’t exactly go as planned. Still, having seen the bay creature from above as he killed that idiot red and white giant, the gold had noted…a weakness. It played in handy for him as he called the bay into battle. The druggy never knew what hit him, and with the moon’s gift he left without a scratch. Deimos’s death magic. That had not exactly been a fun one to collect. It had been a rough day to say the least. Gaucho had been a rough start to the day and Haldir had not exactly made a good impression in front of the dark devil. Still, the magic of death was a powerful one the gold did not want to miss. So he had to suck it up and ask. But least you think he had given in, the gold threw a wrench. He covered calling its purpose for the runt of the Edge who tried to steal his armor. The runt did eventually get his due. Thor of course had stepped in, but he most certainly knew the meaning of hellfire now. Mirage’s illusion magic. Which lead him to this little treat. Of course the bay never knew it happened. Still it was quite a satisfying moment when blood fell on his blades again and again. Of course the pathetic bay did belong to her herd. Still, even she should understand how underhanded the whole thing was. They broke the treaty. More so her own herd was trying to steal her own creation. All’s fair in war. Forget love. Ophelia’s mind magic. Now that had been a special treat. Having slipped in for a show as his lady examined the fire bird at the murder scene, the gold had not expected to get this last gift. It made for a most excellent plan though. No one knew he stole it. No one even knew it was there. It would have been brilliant had that oaf warrior not been so blunt as to not react. It was a seamless performance though that day. That day…The gold stopped. The small black spotted fawn saw the gold stop and looked back confused. For a moment those earth eyes swirled with something dark. Deep in thought. Then with a flash of gold the golden shook his head and moved off again, coming up to a large crumbled monument. The sky island was not much further, but given the…recent events, the gold sensed to avoid it. The island didn’t feel right. Especially not that place of black ash where the dark lady had burned. So coming to her stone, which stood tall in the dark of night, near glowing in the moonlight the gold stops and pulls off the four amulets from his neck, placing them before the stone. Haldir looked from behind the gold where he had been shoved with wonder. Then the world stilled and those earth eyes looked up to the moon above. “Oh Goddess of the Moon so high, See now your servant returning nigh. Here before your stone I place, Not three, but four for your grace. Choose your poison, and the story, Each one stolen with a flare of glory. So I have done as you’ve asked, Now let us see what comes to pass. For you are the Goddess of the Moon so high, This I shall never deny.” The small fawn lifts his ears with wonder at the gold’s words as he spoke to elenath [night sky]. He did so love elenath as well, but to hear the gold speak to it so smoothly, and sweetly. It sounded like a melody to the small child, the lover of the stars. The golden waits, listening and watching for her. His nerves tingling with anticipation, but training keeping his body lean and still. Despite his worries, she would always be the one he aligned with most. Though he knew she couldn’t care for a mortal such as him (even if he was the most dashing, cunning, brilliant one of them all), it was always nice to have someone FINALLY understand. OOC:: Turning in Thranduil's Quest for:: ::[Magic: Dark |Can mimic another character’s appearance and voice exactly] ::[Restrictions | Can only remember three identities at a time. Lasts two posts in battle.] -Again, up to you if you really want to screw with him and give him the restriction that he must touch them in order to take an identity. Given to him:: Here Wishlist -Thranduil has filled an additional moon amulet with a fourth magic and is putting it before the Goddess for her to choose between. -For sanity sake this is set BEFORE the mystery reveal. The Four Magics:: Failed Stealth Against Oxy Spar Against Oxy:: Hidden Desires Deimos's Magic :: I've Got My Eye On You Mirage's Magic from Thor :: Dragon Fire Ophelia's Magic:: Clue VIII Con't @[Random Event] Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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