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A hot beat pulses through his veins, electrifying, and burning his muscles. The crowd head tucks and then shakes, splaying the white locks about recklessly. Gods this felt good. Earth eyes look back up to see the flats stretch before him, reflecting in perfection the sky above. It felt alien, out of place, and to him, blessed. Gods look how it stretched out in front of him. Open, flat, and inviting. His heart began to pound and drive again, but his body had already been spent in a run across. The salt water was even still dripping from his underbelly. How good it felt though. How relieving it was to see no stone or ice.
He slows to a walk, letting his hips swing, and head bob relaxed. His hair slightly unkempt and tossed uncaringly across his leafen star, while his tasseled tail swings with an even beat, dragging its tips through the water. It’s a perfect picture, yet, something is missing. The dark stag who usually stayed ever so close to the golden was missing. The golden doesn’t even seem to care of notice, his emotions untainted by the separation. The deer had indeed been left behind though, back by the flat’s border. The gold had risen early and feeling his heart roar with might moved to race across the flats. The deer, having raced across yesterday did not feel the same call. So he stayed. And good goods did it feel freeing.
Of course the world was not always so fair with its blessings. The moving sun and day were beginning to nag his brain, and from the distance he felt the stag’s mood begin to drop. Flicking his ears back in irritation at the stag’s neediness, the gold begins to drag his feet, thinking of the turn around coming. His mind could not find any excuse to stop it, and his mood sours greatly for it. Coming at last to a stop he snorts, and head begins to swing round when a shout rips across the plateau. Perfect.
A grin rises back on his face. Well he certainly couldn’t return without investigating that. I mean, that horse may need help. The golden had to go see about this creature. He had too. That creature might need saving from some terrible horrible fate. The golden had to go and see to its safety! Laughing at the thoughts the Laurelin leaps off towards the sound, even throwing a buck out as he goes. If anyone needed saving, this was the last horse they would want to see charging to their rescue. Whatever trouble they were in, he would double it.
The scene that he finds is even more interesting that he could have possibly hoped for. As he jogs up to the scene, letting the energy racing through him extend his gait and bring it high in power, he finds a most odd scene. A great horse, dwarfing even the gold, stood facing off a creature of flame. Harks lean forward and gait slows but that smile does not waver. It instead curls wickedly. “That’s a neat trick….” It slips through but comes laced with malicious intentions. His slows as he walks up behind the flaming creature, though it was hard to tell what creature it was. The gold had never seen anything like that, but of course that didn’t stop him.
The Laurelin comes to a halt, his attention fully caught, and mind a whirl with curiosity and wonder. How good it felt to give in to it too. To let his mind roam free over its thoughts and feel no ties or strain. Though his earth eyes do not leave the firey elephant his voice rumbles over its hisses. “Well this looks fun.” And the smirk upon his lips grew. This was the golden son as he should be. Quick, cunning, and probably a little mad. A powerful force without collar or leash. This was the Laurelin.
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