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His heart pounds in his chest with adrenaline. Its muscles beating out firm and strong. Not any of this flighty, high pitched nonsense it seemed to do more in the Basin. No this was deep, and rooted in confidence and its accompanying grace. In such a chaotic moment, the golden knew what to do, knew how to react, and it felt so wonderfully good to have such power and control.
Just as the words had slipped from his lips a roar rose from the lava beast. Harks lean up straighter, and his earth eyes gleam sharp with the creature’s reflection. My, that didn’t sound like a very happy magma beast. A rumble, a voice?, comes across the flats from the otherside, but the golden does not need a warning. Really did we all expect this lava creature to roll over and play fetch? It was one of the reasons his nerves had trembled and sparked with the opportunity to sneak up on the show. Whether the creature was independent, or connected to the other unicorn here, it didn’t matter. He could see it all ending in only one way. And it delighted his most very dark heart.
The beast charges, but already the golden was calculating distances and moving too. Only he moved forward. His cloven hooves leap towards the charging beast. But before you go imagining the fool gold’s death, see this- He exhales with purpose, and within the gears release. His golden coat shimmers, then falls away like dust, and underneath is something warm and dark. The distances was short though, and he had no time to loose. Two black wings flashed open from the still falling gold dust, and begin to pound up and down. Perhaps not with as much finesse as he’d like but there was little to help him out here. Crowned head shakes the last of the dust from his face and an angular antlered head rises back up.
So very close. They would collide in 3…2…He leaps. A giant dun form surges up, muscles rippling and wings working furiously. It wasn’t easy to take off from so flat a ground. But over struggles to soar. Hopefully clearing the beast with a foot to spare, though he only barely remembers to flick the long tail up. Only, something rather unexpected did happen. As he leapt and he was pushed into great concentration on the beat of the wings, and pulling from them as much power as he could he felt a new sensation well within him. A flicker of curiosity touches it, and it releases. Suddenly in mid flight a blast of fire bolted out of the black wings, pounding towards the ground, and hisses and sizzles as it strikes the salt flats (and possibly a magmaphant). It was smaller and less powerful than usual for it was so undirected, but it let loose, and shocked even the gold. Whether he was burned or not, his adrenaline hid, and there was little time for shock. He glides from the small height he had managed and lands with some form of rough grace. And there standing before the Elephant King was Gaucho.
Though it was doubtful the Wildfire ever wore a face like that. His bright blue eyes shown brilliantly, and his dark lips were curled in the same smile. Yet he doesn’t look to the other first, instead within those seconds, he looks to the wings. To the golden’s amazement the dark tips and jointed flickered with flame, but did not burn. His mind races to the seconds before in flight. He had created a blast of fire right? For a moment the Wildfire is still as the golden feels about him. Deep in the chest lay several center of power. Like the one the golden had touched before. His heart raced as he connected the two. Magic. He possessed not only the Wildfire’s image and voice, but magic.
Too pleased with himself, after those few seconds, he looks back up with a very satisfied, twisted grin and nod at the other, then he looks back behind him. The antlered head twisting back, and he wondered if he’d cleared the magma high enough as he waited for any pain to appear. Though he had enjoyed the show, that magma thing was quiet a tricky little bit of fun. In a spark of thought, the golden within inhales, letting gears turn again. And he had no intentions of being rammed from behind. “Was that your pet?” Rumbled the dark rich voice. It sounded so strange that it spoke with such fluidity given the character’s usual disjointed speech, and that is left the lips that held such a wide grin.
OOC :: Thranduil shifts into Gaucho and attempts to fly over the magmaphant, I'll leave his success, and the results of his fire blast over it, up to you. =] No large burns please, but the rest is up to you love!
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