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06-22-2016, 10:05 AM
The scene was escalating, the tension growing to a familiar point for the gold. Oh how he missed that. How he liked to feel the danger rush through its steps, to where chests puff and hips shift with the coming threats. Glutton for punishment perhaps, but more or less he was carried on through the rush of the cool night air’s refreshing breath, and the adrenaline high brought by finally living up to his name. Golden harks hung waiting for some reply, but the fun of the moment was quickly cut short. A sweet low voice cuts in and the earth eyes shut away for a moment in the flare of irritation. He knew the voice without seeing her step forward. Arah. Their past encounters rushed back to him. But as he readied in those split seconds to feel the hot fires lick his insides are her appearance here, they never rose. To be sure his coat bristled with a little irritation, but no overwhelming blinding ire at her prior humiliations of him came boiling forth. And it made his grin grow all the larger. This was proof, proof he had overcome all the ties that damned his soul and held him back (or so he lied to himself). His smile and earth eyes at last turned to her. “Arah.” He hissed, but then he froze for a moment more. He takes a step back, and the smile fades. He had never noticed- Did her eyes always glow gold- Tembovu speaks, the gold continues his outward flaunty manner, but it was tainted slightly. Arrested. His mind was now no longer lost in the wilds of a free Helovia, but carried very far away, and very far back. The way the white hairs danced among the tines, and the moonlight danced off the pure body of the swan. It was not Arah he saw when he looked to her. Tembovu steps forward, and for a moment the trance like thoughts were broken by his instincts screaming with threat. The smile of the gold returns (though faked this time), and he backs again a step, but this time finds no cliff. Now it seems he has been caught in his own ruse. His own words calling any bluff, and his position risking all death. Yet he smiles on. “Just enjoying the view.” He hissed back innocently, as if there were no danger in walking tightropes. But the elephant king was no longer in the mood to play along. An escort though was never really the gold’s style though. “Ah friend you may know my tricks, but not quite my style.” His eyes glance to Arah, caught in the moment to say some feigned farewell, but her gold gaze breaks his mask again. He turns away without speaking. He looks to Temobvu one last time, already calling forth the deeper secrets within. “Thanks for the offer though.” And he stepped back and was gone. Well not exactly. He was falling, but he was in bigger trouble than that. Calling forth his own secondary form again, the magic strained every nerve and muscle while he was falling to his death. It wasn’t as easy as it had sounded in his head. Teeth grinded as he pulled with all his might to hurry the transformation as dark shapes below began to appear through the thick mists. His breath hissed as the rushing air screamed in his ears, “Shiii” The it burst forth, dark wings leaping from his sides. It was only just in time, and reality decided to teach the gold that gravity was not to be considered so light. Cloven hooves still clashed onto a rock, and though pounding wings held him off of the reaper’s scythe, his knees still scrapped and then stung with salt water. Wings picked up the rushing air up the cliffs, and he sailed west till some solid ground at last appeared from the mist and waves. All illusion that he was in control and strong disappeared with the landing as he literally crashed onto the surface of small stones. The bay illusion broke and washed away with more hissed breaths, and his sides heaved with the effort and the still ringing threats of death. But it wasn’t his newly shaved knees that pained him most. Dark earth eyes back east and up the misted cliffs, and a shiver runs down his spine. You see dear friends, Arah’s appearance had awoken the image of a ghost long held tight behind bars in the dark. Her white coat and crown, and especially those deep gold eyes spoke of a creature long forgotten. Or so the gold had thought. Had he not looked upon Arah even his first moment in this land without a thought to the past? Why now had it awoken again? Shaking his head, the gold moves to rise slowly. Could it be that the walls between the past which he had so carefully tended were being weakened. So much so that ghosts now were allowed to walk alive in front of his eyes? What in gods names had changed it so? Harks fell back in the ill thoughts, but then another cold blast from the north roared down on the bottom of the cliffs. Some fearful thought leapt into the golden’s chest, causing him to look to the mountains again. Hard gaze leveled the mountain peaks, and he turned west again, and limped on in resentment. As his body protested the movements he groaned with another ill thought. He’d never hear the end of it from Haldir. "talk talk talk" OOC:: I'm really sorry guys. Really really sorry... I rewrote this so many times and I still don't quite like it...We can call it ended here, but I just wanted to post so its all wrapped up. Thranduil
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