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04-10-2015, 07:48 AM
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Thranduil
He wasn’t in much mood to play. Golden body was still stained with sweat and strain, and all his body felt a dull ach. Especially his head echoed with the sound of steel chopping away at wood. A dull and draining annoyance. So when Haldir’s full attention came to rest on a raven the golden was more than a little annoyed. The dark fawn, with those large white eyes could see more than the golden could. As skilled as the unicorn was in his world, the deer had grown skilled in the world of animals. This raven did not all together look like any raven he had seen. If it was a new creature then all the more exciting. His small black tail began to wag, but then got no further than a shake or two. This bird, it wasn’t as soulless as the others, its black eyes held more than the bottomless songbird eyes. It moved differently. The way its head tilted and inspected. It seemed to notice things, when other birds should never notice. Haldir was right on her trail, not knowing what to call it, or how to name the difference, the small creature could sense it all the same. The golden was not so convinced. Having never stared with consideration at ravens and songbird he could not, nor did he care to look beyond his first glance. So when the creature leapt to a branch right in front of him he felt his face fall back to annoyance. Once again, the small deer was over reacting at the commonalities of life, such as a raven in a forest. “Haldir…” the voice was laced with his emotions of weariness. “Crebain.[Raven]” It was harsh, and with judgement. The deer had been taught this before, he should know better than to forget such a lesson. But as the golden looked to the fawn, ready to order him to join him in leaving, he found a curious face peering at him. The deer was hard, and stern. Its small cloven hoof slammed into the ground but it might as well have been a downing tree for how much it echoed in the gold. Haldir was refusing. The coming storm would turn out to be in vain. A voice breaks the tension between the two. The gold freezes. His nerves prickling at his spine because he knew exactly where the voice came from. From Haldir, where a temper was about to rise came only a small smile and a wag of the tail as he looked back to the creature. He had been right for the first time against the gold, and no matter what evil this bird foretold, he would smile at that small victory. The golden had more to be concerned about. Turning slowly he faces the raven perched on the branch. On hark pins back, but the other could not help but lean forward. It was only once the Raven spoke that the curious features about its face and eyes became noticeable. Thick in consideration the gold speaks shallow, signaling continued deep thoughts. “And you are not….” Talking ravens were not usually a good sign. What good story ever came after ‘one day a raven spoke to me’. Snorting the gold tilts his head. He did remember the babe who stood with such boldness before the Moon Goddess. Remembered the stern voice. The earth and dust colored girl. The righteousness. However, though he noticed this raven’s face, and heard a larger voice come from it, the connection was not made. So as the golden watched this raven, ready to be foretold his own doom, he speaks from a foregone conclusion of ill news. “What ill tidings do you raven bring?” And while the golden sighed ready for some doom speech the small deer by his side was still so pleased with himself as to wag his tail and look up with happy expectation. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia] |
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