It was perhaps a rather good thing she didn’t actually fall off the cliff...the gold would have made the worst rescuer in history. The gusts off the sea proved more unsteady and uneven than he’d hoped, and though he struggled through, it was quickly clear to him once more he was completely out of his element. His sea blue eyes didn’t even catch how she’d managed to get away from the edge, having been too distracted by the whole entire effort. Yet when he did finally see the two move from the edge the gold decided it might be best to call off his efforts. Somehow playing hero simply wasn’t as fun as playing villain. He didn’t think he’d make it his day job.

It took a few moments, but before long the gold was stepping out from the shadows again. His face looked a bit more worn, and his hide was slightly damp from sweat, but he had been careful to keep the transformation within the shadows of the trees.

The fight had ended, the two on the field muddied and worn, yet it appeared the drama was not over. Several more had gathered, the gold noted as he stepped closer to Rexanna once more. He gave her no hello though as his earth eyes took in the arrivals. One seemed particularly upset. One hark twists back curious, as he sees her practically fuming, demanding an answer. There were only a few he could think of who could wear authority like that. A King (though she had balls, that job was already taken). A Queen (Resembled her, but not the one who had blocked the gold’s stealth a while back). A Head Thief. One was on the field so that left…..A smug grin rose on his face. Perhaps he was wrong, but the gold rarely considered such things.

“The meaning of this is your skills at controlling your ranks appears to have gone stale.” He speaks up, quietly smug and without care. He had enjoyed the gift of seeing his superiors thrash themselves about (well perhaps not when it got a bit serious, but he’d like to forget that small moment when he felt the need to act). He had especially enjoyed watching it without the hint from anyone that he was one they should be particularly worried about. But that was about to change. It had been fun watching invisibly, but he was rarely let himself go on like that for long.

The gold’s crowned head tilts, its smile broad and his vanity uncaring what looks or threats she throws his way. “You should keep a better eye on them.” He then holds. He knew he was poking the bear. He knew it wasn’t even asleep, but awake and growling. But since when did that stop him. “You never know whose name will appear on the roster.”  Or where the next rank challenge would be from. He lets himself give a laugh, letting the humor of all this roll off him like rain on a duck’s back. So much for keeping his head low the first couple of weeks.



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OOC:: Thran's being a sassy pants

we live like thieves
     kings among men