“Thranduil” The Laurelin grants, letting his head nod slightly as he does so. His occupation and title did not follow. Once creatures knew him long enough they usually learned it themselves, and he quite liked that method for the moment. To the gamble though he grins. A prize eh? “The hard earned spark of another’s fire?” It was harmless bet. The gold was not in the business usually of betting his objects. Especially not on something like this. Yet he hated building fires. So the spark for another’s to start his, well, he’d still be quite pleased to have that (and he’d find any excuse not to pay up himself).

Others filtered in and then a screaming banshee of a child burst on the rather civil gathering. Gold harks flatten against his skull and narrow earth eyes turn, not in accusation but bewilderment. He had just spent many a day with what must be the complete opposite of this small creature. As the child wailed against the world the gold could only snort. His mind far too tainted with darkness from his journey to bring forth any light or understanding to what was happening. If anything it would have been a cruel sentence, and even the gold could not deliver such verdicts to the babe in tears. Another day, perhaps, another mood.

It did leave him companionless as he turned back to the fight, well, only for a second. Noise of crunching snow grows close, and the crowned head leaves what was turning rather dramatic spar, to see cream and gold. Instantly her smile is returned to her. Rexanna. The gold had never had what could be called a close friend. Certainly not this close. So it must be forgiven that even he could not classify exactly what she was to him. She more than a friend, but was not equal yet to Hotaru. Harks twitch back to the shouts from the challenge, but he keeps his eyes on her. Letting his muzzle meet her half way, and their breath mingle.

He also hadn’t missed the narrow glares of the Elephant King that evening. So he does not linger long, drawing himself back and letting his attention return to the fight. He would antagonize that wound another day perhaps (he still could not tell from her winter fluff her pregnancy). Still, he was in truth glad to have her. He still, ever since the caves, could not say why, but it the ease came just the same.

“A challenge for Spec-“ His voice drops as the fighting resumed…and changed. Crowned head rises slightly, and his body shivers into rigidness. The maniacal laughter rising from the now muddied field revealed the pale paint straining to shove Raeden…off the cliff. It was insane. It was beyond the line. It was looking like a decisive blow. “Damn.” Was all that left his lips, and he slips from the crowd into the trees. “Stay here.” Was the only goodbye Rexanna got.

It was a field of slippery mud. A maniacal opponent. A death promising drop. There was no time to waste. As soon as he could be sure of privacy, he begged the magic forth. Nerves began to light a fire, each one searing as it morphed. This wasn’t his usual snatching, his one an identity of his own personal collection. Yet it came at a price. Pain caused his eyes to snatch shut of the world. It had been far too long since he had tested himself against it, and his usual tolerance of his high costs were low. Yet even as it worked onward down his body, he stumbles through the woods.

Only seconds later, a bay Pegasus, with highlights of blue, steps through the trees, just by the cliff at a canter. He waits for nothing, says nothing, but opens his wings, and slips onto the drafts from the ocean below. His body tilts, wavers, as if uncertain, but really it’s a lack of practice. Really he should be better at this by now. Yet still, even his stomach still dropped at the height. He’d jumped it once before. But there was no time to smile at that. Tilting best he can, and riding what gusts he can, having to flap his rather gamely wings to keep steady on it, he rounds to see the fight. Now should this Toulouse look to clear the playing field, the gold ensure one queen pawn remained.

He was not intending to make a habit of being a rescuer. But he did quite enjoy ruining the happy day of another.



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OOC:: @Raeden Thran is now in a bay pegasus form flying just beside the cliff. He swears not for her, but to ruin Toulouse's day. ;D

Also side note for reality, though I doubt it'll come to it. But he can only slow her fall, he can't stop it. 

we live like thieves
     kings among men