Haldir watched ever cautiously from the shadows. His tongue was bid to silence but his mind still persisted. His hours waiting for the golden to arrive, and those long ones standing by him made his patience thin and his nerves awoken. So as his pale eyes watched the mare come forward, uncaring, yet smirking his mind was already setting against her. How rude could she be to press her advantage? To show no care or concern? It warned him against her intentions, but he was bid silence. So with a bent attitude he remained in the shadows.

The golden was far from being in the shadows. Though coat was dusty, and dried blood stained its usual gleam he truly was embodying his name. The golden son. Ah yes…His mood could not help but shine through the dirt and grim.

Earthen eyes regained the depth of the world as his body caught up from its rising from the dead. Shoulders roll, trying to lift the aches, and weight shifts among his limbs. He managed to escape a little better than H-her. Yet the tiger was fiercer than he had anticipated. Damn bastard he was too. Still it had been with great satisfaction to reveal himself, and to steal the- oh where were they? Earth eyes find two dark shapes in the grass. ”Haldir.” The deer, still grumbling, slips out slightly, taking the things in his mouth and pulling them back to the hide away. He lay them down there, two ram horns, as the golden asked his query.

She was quick, yet dry. His grin twitches with annoyance slightly. She had sounded like more fun when she had first spoke. Pity. Yet though her tone hard, her words still promised …something. “Ah…I do love a good riddle.” Though he wished such a twisted one could be saved for another day. She was after all presenting a very strange puzzle. Seeming nothing but mists and roses, she spoke and acted like a damned. And her titles…His thoughts were cut short as she stepped up.

Harks flick pointed back, too amused to be pinned, but not enjoying her forwardness. However, his eyes met hers, and did not back down from the challenge she issued in her stare (though his body was beginning to bed for relief). His cold looks had eased though to near nothing, or amusement if anything. For though he found her too bold, he also found the same curious. What crowns did she hold to claim her domination? What claim did she carry to her stare? Was one of land, skill, or name? Or nothing. Nothing but some dark held soul.

Still, though curious, he did not enjoy the close company. For years now few had come so boldly close, and the golden had grown used to the aura of untouchability about him. To have a stranger challenge it made his tasseled tail twitch in agitation. So as she stared into his earth eyes, her hot breath rolling and mingling into his, the crowned head tilted slightly, questioning. And she answered it.

One hark comes forward, listening. Sun drop? A snort of disgust rolls out. It was not the title he preferred. Still her proposition came at last, yet he hesitated for a second. He face remaining still. His tongue was as quick as her, breaking her speech. “Well misery does love company sweetheart.” He left the rest of her words to hoover for a moment. What did this strange child mean? Did she seek more of a lovely chat? Or did she refer to the wounds across his back? Certainly he was in no shape for the latter.

Haldir feels the golden’s concerns, and his own mind nudges the golden again. Worry lacing hidden features. Still, he is called off. ”No.” The stag’s dark ears pin back, and he looks to find a distraction for his frustration. Yet the golden was still unsure. So the golden plays it off. “Wicked creature in my heart?” His brow raises, yet his tone reveals the sarcasm. “Why what ever could you mean…” His smile raises too, unable to contain itself. “Darling, I threw out that damned organ long ago.” Yet the tease strikes closer to home than he’d wished. The golden’s face, so carefully trained does not waver, but inside he hesitates. He wish he could have thrown it out. Perhaps today would have played out much differently. Perhaps he…”Hota-“ A strong thwack of his tail against his hip silences the deer (who had been unable to find a distraction and instead kept listening). ”Dîn!” [Silence] Came his hiss to the deer…and to his own heart’s whispers.

He had long been able to keep its voice silent, yet something…or someone one, was awakening it.


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