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02-07-2015, 10:20 PM
What was he even doing here? The golden stopped. His twin horned head turned to look about him. There was no one. A tingle ran down his spine and he shifted uncomfortably in place, the wolf hide on his back slipping and falling to the ground. It spooks him and he jumps to the side. Haldir, stopped and looked up with dismay. He didn’t know why they were here either, but he was always glad to tag along. The recent edginess of the golden though was something he had never seen before, and he was not sure he liked it. Mostly it just confused the fawn, but especially now it almost irritated him. They were just walking through the forest right?...The gold was never afraid, he charged a faradrim [hunter-Saffron]! He could not be afraid right? Right?! The golden snorted at the fallen hide. Reaching down he picked it back up and tossed it across his back. It was not the one he had carried throughout the harsher winter, but he had outfitted it in the same manner. Its legs tasseled to a vine which could be tide around the neck of the wearer. He wasn’t really sure why had grabbed it as he left his cave. The gold just felt…it was needed. Looking down at the fawn beside him he sighs. The small creature was showing the passage of time right before the gold. The babe’s black spots were fading into a darker fur now. His back was near black. It had been far too long, and this matter had weighed far too heavily on the back of his mind. So the golden moves on and keeps going. The damsel queen. How perfect a title it was. She was a damsel, but not by any power she could see. Kahlua had been in grave danger each time they met. Not by an army or guard, but by him. He held her pity captive. It was an easy thing to do. The first time they had met she practically wrote it out for him. Yet, ever since the golden had moved uneasily about the situation. Especially that last meeting…The first summer storm had reminded him of it. Shaking his head the golden stops. He had gone as far as he dared. He didn’t want to attract a lot of attention. With his young fawn investigating a dandelion not far over, the golden inhales deep. Why was he here? “Kahlua….” His voice broke the hum of the forest. This was such an odd feeling, and the oddness of it made it all the worst. It was terrible to be caught like this why was he here? What was this going to do? Cloven hooves lifted to leave and forget the whole matter, but a hard brick in his chest held him there. He couldn’t let this go on. Innocence in its purity should remain so. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Identity Index:: None TAG:: @[Kahlua] Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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