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09-06-2015, 09:18 PM
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Thranduil
Now this was much better. He breathes in deep, filling his lungs to the maximum, and feeling the cold chilly air rushing through his system. For the first time in several days the golden had slept, deep and long. It might have just been the necessity of sleep driving his heavy eyes to close, but that didn’t matter. It was one of the few mornings his mind woke up ready to go, and body not lagging as he rose from bed. So strange was this occurrence that Haldir remained asleep. The Laurelin was silent as always that the deer was not woken, nor did the golden try to wake him. Bonded or not, the golden always enjoyed the free moments without the deer. He moves silently through the slow lighting forest, and when he comes to the treeline he pauses. Most of the vale was obscured by the rolling mists of morn. Like moving mountains they curled up and through the landmarks, giving the whole valley an obscure yet mystical feel. Yet one moving shape did shift through the fog. A flash of pale pink dashing through. Harks lean back with a snort. Ever since that evening in the cave the golden had kept his distance both physical and mental. He did not want to think of her. It brought nothing but a shadow, and thick mire to his mind. So he had stayed away. He blamed her, in the same selfish thoughts. She did this to him of course. She invaded his space. His teeth ground to wonder why he had not shoved her out. She should know her place. This whole lord and lady business did not grant her equal ground to him. He was the golden. (The lies were stronger now, impenetrable to the weakness she had attacked during.) He did not need her, and she did not need him. A lie. Lies. Good gods why had he not pushed her away. What had stopped him? Shaking his crowned head vigorously the golden moves to look away, to sulk and graze. But another shape is revealed in the rolling fog between him and the Lady, a stag. Earth eyes return to the scene to see the Lady hesitate before the sight, and he does as well. A stag of such size and age was not usual. Even from this distance the golden could see the sagged shoulders and uneven coat of age, but also the tangled mass of something rotten in his rack. Tasseled tail switches against his hips. Already though his heart, fresh from sleep, was pounding and breathe coming quick. He was not a hunter though. But his body was already answering the challenge, especially as it saw another thinking the same questions. After all, he was not meant to be a chained prisoner. Every morning before he came to this vale had been greeted with a rush of wind and power. The thought of death, of rush, the crisp morning air, the invigorated morning after a good nights sleep, it was already calling him to the thrill. He moves forward, ready, but hesitates. The large tines, and dark body were such a familiar shape. Haldir….Something in his gut twisted to think of the deer seeing the sight. Something completely unbidden, and unnatural. And certainly something he would not name. THAT IS ENOUGH. Enough hesitations. Enough chains. Enough twisting guts and weak knees. In the face of the walls rising against him the golden roars within, and he unleashes the bent up frustrations. He was golden thief, and the sly lord. So of course he was not about to charge like a maniac. Crowned head reaches back in his satchel and pulls from it a cloak of black, tossing it over his back, and he slips into invisibility. In silence and invisibility he comes closer, coming up on the other side of the deer from Hotaru, ignoring her for now, but using her. She was moving forward, and soon the deer would act, whether moving away or turning to fight, it didn’t matter. The golden was poised, ready, like knives waiting around the corner in the shadows. As soon as the deer moves the golden’s hood tosses off, the cloak slipping to visible black and he surges forward in silence with horns aimed at some unprotected tender flesh. You wanted him to let it out, to let it go. Here then. The golden unleashed. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Invisibly sneaks up on the elk and as it see Hotaru, throws off cloak and attacks. |
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