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In the night waves crashed against rocks below, and wind howled across the expanse of water. It whipped the waves below into frenzy, sending them higher and higher, and lashing them till they foamed. It soothed him to see the torrent below, to feel it in turn tear at his forelock, pulling it back and forth over his earthen eyes.
It was gone. They were gone. His lips peeled back just to run the phrase over his mind and remember only an hour ago. The gold had been by his lady’s side at all times, so sent Haldir to collect the things he had stashed in a makeshift hollow in the Edge. They were trinkets and valuables not suitable to travel in the wilds with, but they were ever valuable.
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“Did you find them?” The gold probed.
The stag though hesitated. ”Yes…”
The gold knew his companion well enough to tell something was up. “And?”
It was an even longer pause this time. “Missing things.”
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It was at that point the gold had had to leave his mate’s side. Not just for the necessity of proving to himself this incredible fact, but also to protect her fragile states from his building anger. Not that he feared to act it upon her. No, his fear was her equal anger and the ways their occupations put them through. How it would cause her to rise and feel flares and callings of her trade. He did not want her to feel the pull of this world so soon. He wanted to cocoon her, for at least a small time, in peaceful (-ish), simple joys of motherhood. It was some manifestation of his possessiveness perhaps (and his ego no doubt). Though it could be no doubt the birth was hard on her, and he'd not let anything stress her so soon if it could be helped, even himself. And now he was here, by the cliffs, trying to let the fires of rage die down before he returned to her. Finding himself slightly dreaming of days when she would once again be by his side to seek out enemies like the wolves they were.
A cloven hoof stomped the rock cliffs, it wasn’t just that his items had been stolen, but precious items. The dagger Euske, the magiked blade and the invisibility cloak. Both prized tools of his trade, and highly valuable, next only to the circlet upon his head. Worse still, with the passing of time it was impossible to immediately tell who the culprit or culprits were, and he had no time at present to further investigate. Hotaru waited. That he hated worse still. That he loved the Valkyrie could not be denied, but the collar which tied him to her still on occasion felt rather tight.
So here he was, brooding, trying to quell the anger in his chest with notions of future bloodshed and revenge. Various plots and guises spun up in his mind and lists of preparations for the thief’s demise were racking out quick. He was trying to forget, to soothe himself, but he wasn’t being entirely successful. Time was ticking by fast though, and the gold was aware the night was coming to a close and he would need to be by the rosen maiden’s side once more soon. A snort and shifting of weight show his still frustration, but his head rises, as he tries to collect himself. Tries to pretend he wasn’t ready to maul another as he heads home to mate and kids. Would this be a typical day now? Another day at the office? God he hoped not.
OOC:: Open to any, set by the cliffs
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