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02-12-2015, 09:20 AM
Now how could they top the fun of last adventure? It seemed they could not. Shaking his twin horns the golden wanders behind his partner this time, though it seemed Deimos had just as little idea of what do as the gold. Save plants. What plants? Oh of course there were trees and such but leave that to creatures like Shida who could blow that shit all the way to the boat. Here in the heavenly fields there was only grass. The gold was pleased with that, grass weighed less than a tree. It was a pity though. So far there hadn’t been a single thing to mess with that dark horse about. The golden had hoped time would keep them in uncomfortably close quarter where he could annoy the man to no end. Perhaps that time would come. Bored, the golden reached down to graze. Sure he’d save some grass but first he was going to make damn well sure he had his fill. That reminded him, where was that black thi-Haldir? Earth eyes spot the fawn bounding in the tall grasses between the gold and the black bodies. The gold may know he had to save the deer, but he certainly didn’t enjoy the thought of his forever company. His peaceful grazing is interrupted by the dark devil. Oh right saving things. Picking his head up and moving over the gold considers the plant. It was short grass, already browning slight in the heat of this summer. Without much ado the gold reaches right down and grabs a clump. Chewing he puts on the air of authority. “Filling, sweet, bit dry but it gives you a crunchiness that propels the flavor.” Swallowing he moves to stand by some. “It’s good as any to me.” Cloven hooves begin to cut into the earth, scraping away to get deep enough under the roots. “Haldir!” The gold cries, and the little fawn comes skipping over. He places a bucket he has been carrying down. The gold reaches up a clump of grass and places it in the bucket. Tongue not too pleased with the taste of dirt. Snorting he continues to work. Over the way he hears another crew gathering plants. Stopping to look over he see their lady and her ass of a boo. God he wanted to throw something at them and tell them to get a room (wait weren’t they trying to?). Coming back to his own task the gold finds his bucket full. “Right” Taking it from the fawn he moves to carry it back to the ship, waiting, ever so nicely on his ‘partner’. OOC:: Identity Index:: Destry Thranduil
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