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11-25-2016, 09:20 PM
What had he expected? It wasn’t clear. Surely he didn’t expect to walk right over the youth, but then what did he think? Well, that was the very reason he prodded. The truth was the gold actually rather enjoyed watching these youth grow. Rikyn had thrown him for a loop. He had expected that colt to follow his mother’s tracks, but the young stallion had so much bent up….force. Not rage or vengeance, but stronger than energy. The golden hadn’t expected that, but it had been fun none the less to explore. Aithniel, the lost child of their trio….he hadn’t seen her in quite a while. Yet the last time he had seen her, she was changing into what he had expected. A powerful force wrangling with what she was to become. She’d found her…much-ness. But Erebos…how had he turned out? No time like the present to find out. Nothing comes at first. The youth stands quiet, not goaded into the game as others might have been. Inwardly the gold is thrown slightly. He hadn’t expected a fight, but he had expected…something. Even the tuck of his head throws him off slightly. Was he giving in? One hark twists back, as he continues to chide. The gold was on the verge of calling his pursuit off, but then the youth smiles, his head tilts, and he speaks at last. A rough haunted laugh rolls out. There we go. It stung perhaps. Yet this wasn’t the first time the gold shoulder an insult. Besides, he had to give the youth credit, it was a rather pointed one. He could slug it off, but it would only give the other more cards to play with. It might have been meant to cut short, to close off and rule out, but instead it only invited the gold in further. Because it meant, that someone knew how to play the game, and he liked that very much. But it appeared someone else didn’t. The gold held his ground as the young stallion took a few steps away, his mind shifting elsewhere. It caused a brow to raise on the Laurelin. What on earth was the prince going for? Just as soon as he had given clue that he knew how to play, that he certainly held a potential hand, the youth steps away, as if it meant nothing. As if he didn’t care about winning…. Harks twist back as the gold watches. His mind trying to wrap around this most strange creature. One he couldn’t understand. A creature who could play, might even could win, knew it, and yet stepped away. Avoided him. The golden always quite enjoyed his reputation, but being ignored to the point of this was….foreign. A flippant phrase is thrown the gold’s way and his turned harks fall further back. He didn’t know what to expect, but it hadn’t been this. Standing under the snow heavy oak he holds for a moment, his tasseled tail curling and twisting at his side, marveling, pondering. His earth eyes trail the other, wrestling with itself. The gold was not one to chase down another, even for a good sport. And yet… he also hated to be put off. He didn’t like a tease. He hated loosing sight of something so…promising. Teeth grind for a second as a more heated switch of his tail flies. Fine. Cloven hooves step forward. Perhaps it wasn’t his concern but that had never stopped him before. He mocks laughter. “To be sure, but that is beside the point.” After all wasn’t everything his concern? A malicious grin turns on the retreating shadow. “I know what it is you seek.” Liar. Perhaps. It was a gamble, but one the golden could back up in some way, shape, or form, he was sure. Perhaps the colt would call his bluff, but then, that would be information as well. If he was as intensely invested as his previous behaviors suggested, would be able to just walk away? Doubtful, but then, the prince was full of surprises it seemed. Yet even surprises could tell quite a bit. In the end the gold didn’t want answers, he didn’t have to have clear explanations. Just time. The more time the other hung around, the more would be revealed, whether he wanted it to be or not. Why the gold was so persistent though is quite another issue. It was rare his gilded tongue failed to achieve his aims. Especially on one such as Erebos he would be quite miffed to miss. Yet why he would be so sore to lose the youth was curious thing even he couldn’t fully explain. Perhaps it was a personal need to ensnare all, but that seemed a little too ambitious even for him. Or perhaps it was the loss potential. It was happenstance the gold has seen the prince stalking the thistles, but he was loathe to toss the opportunity away with such carelessness. "talk talk talk" Thranduil
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