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06-15-2015, 01:16 AM
At least that damning venture had been only half unsuccessful. The golden, walking with the tiger hybrid did not do much to interrupt the silence. He needed the moments to think. The troubling moments with Ophelia took most of this thoughts. The sources of his anger still twisted over her, dead locked in their tossing and turnings on her words. He was not certain whether she lied or if she had simply said to for politics considering she had for some reason made her way to the Edge. Shaking his crowned head on his walk. At least Haldir had calmed down. Though the deer still kept closer than usual to the gold, and watched the tiger colored male from usually the other side of the golden if he could help it, he did not show as much panic. The creature had at least seemed, well, not hungry. Up the mountains they walked, and the golden almost made it through the journey without having to hold a conversation. Almost. Nearing the Arch the stallions words speak out. Harks turn to him and the golden glances back in his pace. He was most surprised to meet a male so formal and direct. Course it just meant he would fit in all the more here. In fact, given his few words the creature actually reminded him of Deimos. So the suggestion hidden in his question was not surprising. “Indeed we do. Strong hearts and blades are always welcomed, and trained well by the mountain’s unforgiving life.” Bit flowery but he liked it. He always was proud to turn a phrase, and he never promised to be one of short words like Deimos. At last the pair came to the Arch, stopping the gold looks back and nods, before stepping in. The icy bottom had frozen back in the coming cold and once again slick and dangerous. Cloven hooves found well remembered paths, but no warning did he give to the one behind. The usual last kindness was skipped, on such a serious creature it seemed more useful to tell the warning to the ice walls themselves. At last they come to the other side and the golden steps through to the valley. Winter already greeted them with a cold wind sweeping off the mountains. Turning back he looks at the tiger male. “Make yourself at home, you’ll find everything you need. You’ll find the caves and hot springs warm against the coming winter, and I’m sure seasonal spars will be picking up soon.” Then a smile breaks his lips, he had waited for this moment. “As Lord, I’ll be sure your recognition with our sentinels will be arranged.” Was that actually a thing? He didn’t know, but it sure was a nice way to throw it in. Now he pauses for a moment though, waiting to see if all was in order, or if there were any other to come and visit this strange new comer. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Carnassial] Because of funky timeline stuff you still have time to make it to the herd meeting if you like! Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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