It was supposed to be spring, but the land was locked away in winter. Snow crunched beneath cloven hooves as nares strained for the little oxygen in the air. Golden limbs were still standing the body strong but, mountains were a new strain to them. Looking like a sun among the clouds the golden unicorn rose from the depths of the Basin and into the heights of the Steppe. The mess which had been his ‘welcome’ made the golden son drive far from those pointed jesters there. Though, he still desired space among them. Where best to cause trouble than such a secluded and righteous group. Snorting out both in effort and laugh the golden climbed the narrow path and rocks.

Did nothing ever come easy here? Body desired a canter, to work itself and exercise the out of shape body. Creatures here look so fit, and battle ready. It had been months since the golden had fought a true battle. A nice break, but that time had passed. The path he travelled however was not of the same mind. Tumbling rocks and ice patches kept the golden at a jog or walk. Shit though. Was this the thin air talking or the strain? Shaking impala horns, barred hips powered up another incline. Body craved deep satisfying air, but that was not all the caught in their next breathe.

Golden hide came to a slow stop as another path crossed his, this one coming from the south. Harks slipped between vanilla tassels as the Spanish head lowered to the earth. One pair of hooves moved up the mountain pass. Mind sifted through its senses but it recognized none of this creature’s airs. Tossing the regal head back up and looking toward the continuing trail he considered. The golden boy had caused trouble recently already, but this child was possibly alone. Much better than the recent regular reunions he’d had lately. Lips curled slightly. Tail curled by his side before lashing out as the golden son began up the small pass to follow the unknown.

Playing for keeps, but be not a fool. Think bigger, but have a tid bit of fun. Patience. Lessons from the Threshold echo back, but with each gold harks lower. He liked not all these rules. Caution he knew he should have, but it was indeed so hard to hold back when games, such as this were so tempting. Granted it could be some giant bull of beast, but unlike what your mama told you, words can break bones too. The scent of the unknown was stronger, and now blew upon the wind. Thranduil was close.

Land leveled, rock walls fell away, and there stood the creature. At first the golden son stopped short. Earth eyes taking in this new game piece. It was a lovely mare. Slender, but feathered, and which a glistening crown, even the dim light of this atmosphere. It picked away at the grass roots just below the snow, and did so with the energy of the half dead. It was not spring here, but it was down south. Curious. Was the lass meeting someone? No one else seemed to be nearby though. Well then, if he had the lovely to himself, might as well play ball. Painting a placid look about himself and curving his body more handsomely the beast stepped more into the open terrain. Walking towards the grey creature he stopped well short and horned head reached out to speak. “Judging by your icy plate dear lady….” He slimed himself into a calm gaze. “---you didn’t come here for the fine dining.” Golden body slide to move from her and yet forward to stand several yards from her side. Golden head turning to look towards her, his face calm and serine, but those gold dusted eyes, danced. Mask not tied one very tightly. After such trappings of the previous days he just wanted to play. So throw the dog a bone. “What brings a fine lady such as your self so far north alone?”



OOC :: This will be interesting to see how the get along. lol

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