It looked like a peaceful scene. Upon a high ridge above the healer’s cave, a dark deer graces in the last of the warm sun. He paws at the thin layer of snow, nibbling on the dry blades. He seems completely at ease. A picture of peace. It was anything but.

A shriek meets the young stag’s ears and he lifts his head to look back at its source. Behind him is a cave well-tended and occupied, where within a beast howls and rages. The golden is the antithesis of the deer. Haldir, who had slunk behind his bonded from the herd meeting knew well enough to keep his distance. The gold had not paid him a second of attention when he stormed from the meeting place. When they reached the cave and a slew of curses began to fall from the golden’s mouth the deer slunk away again. He was more worried for his bonded than he let on. He could feel in his breast the deep anger and rage. The fires of one soul warned and warmed the other.

Within the cave all hell was breaking loose. Curses were flying, objects were flying, and everything was a whirlwind of projectiles. “Piece of common shit trying to-“ The rest gargles out as he grabs the blue cloak in his mouth and slings it to the other side of the cave. A roar echoes as he stomps about in circles. His was ablaze, aflame, and raging. So long under their watch in that damnable meeting had it built. How dare they! How did they even dare to question him! To reveal him! He was the master of this earth, his claws had climbed his way up! He would have order he would force them to kneel. Deimos who thought he ruled over the golden had another thing coming. Teeth grab onto the swirled armband off of his leg and sling it off. It clangs, let loose from the silent spell, against the stone wall.

It was perhaps more pitiful than you might realize. Arah had been right. Ulrik had been right. Deimos had been more than right, he had forced behavior. It was so right it was wrong. He rages against their truths, for they reveal his mistakes and limitations. Before Arah he had revealed too many cards, and Ulrik had voiced against the out lash. Deimos was the worse of all. He held power over the gold. He had been so right in his advice, so true as the bend the blade of the golden back into his own flesh. He hated it. He loathed it. Damit it he could not stand it! The blue invisibility cloak this time is sent screaming across the cave. He was locked in. Trapped and pinned down. This was not the shadows, this was practically a spotlight in a god damn democracy. He did not want to care what they thought, he wanted to send them in chains of manipulations and tricks so as to have them on their knees! The spotlight was never meant for him.

But his pride was ever strong and it twisted the truth so that all that came out was the curses of those who he was sure were set against him. He burns and rages, sweat building on his bare back and muscle trembling. He is building. Teeth grab his empty satchel and sling it against a wall. It slaps the rock and tumbles to the floor, a single purple glass feather clattering out. The gold explodes. It was that damn item which reminded him of the source of this ill. Of one mistake built up over years. He was tied to it, locked as he was in the same fashion as he now was to the criticisms of others. He storms over to the feather and grabbing it he shot it across the cave, and the echoes of shattering class reverberate in the silent rage.


OOC ::@[Hotaru] Permission to play Haldir showing you the cave or looking at you or whatever you'd like.
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