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06-20-2015, 12:29 AM
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Thranduil
A groan rolled through the golden’s throat. He only wished it would have been louder. Standing cannon deep in the snow he was waiting. His wolf hide cloak wrapped tight around his shoulders against the bitter wind. His annoyance though, for once was not at the snow or wind. It was on a more constant irritant. Haldir. The dark deer had been playing in the snow for a good deal longer than the golden could stand (in other words, more than 30 seconds). The young stag had been insistent though to stop. First it had been the rough bark of the pines, on which his now growing stubs of fuzzy antlers felt so good upon. Then it was the snow falling from the pine branches. Now it was the snow creature he was building from the pile. It was almost complete. Haldir, dashing around his oddly shapped mound that sort of resembled a blob of a horse, was adding the finishing touches. A few stolen pine needles for mane and tale and two sticks on the head for the horns. The golden tried his best to be not amused. Luckily the ill events of late helped greatly. His mind was still worn from the all-consuming blaze the herd meeting had been the day before. Perhaps that was more the source of his annoyance. A wind rushed through the trees, and in rattle the branches dropped a load of snow of the golden’s back. A holler echoed in the words as he leapt from the cold wet touch. Haldir, startled looked on his bonded only to laugh at his misfortune. His heart had regained its light sense, if only for the time of the first major snow fall. The golden let fly a few curses as he shook off the rest of the snow. Enough was enough. He stomped, with ears pinned from the wooded ground. Haldir, saddened to leave his newly made friend, gave it one last look but dashed after the gold. It wasn’t until they reached the open expanse of the valley’s center that the gold’s attitude adjusted. Not that what he was about to do made him at all happier. He had been tasked. God what a word. Disgusting. Tasked to give the conditions of the happy few promoted. The only consolation was he got to command the power of such things, and after yesterday, not get stricken from his place by Deimos. So stopping, with Haldir trotting up beside him, the golden calls. “Enna!” His voice not angry but commanding all the same. The name echoes on the mountains, and as he seemed to be doing much to much of lately, the golden waited. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Enna] Expedition- Note, set before the Arch NPC |
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