A squirrel slips from the rain into the crumbling room. At least it’s dry here. Shaking off, and pulling out a stored nut or two the tiny creature with those large dark eyes contents itself to wait out the spring shower. Summer had not yet made such weather muggy or miserable so it was to be a pleasant afternoon. Stone floor vibrated. The tiny creature stand bolt upright. Clack. It vibrates again and a cloven hoof steps out from the rain onto the stone floor. The squirrel dashes away, as a golden coat steps into the ancient place. The coat is soaked, and vanilla locks cling to its neck, but the twin impala horns shake the water droplets free. Golden coat shivering them away as a puddle gathers under him. Thranduil, the golden boy stopped and looked back out into the rain. Harks straining, but it heard only water droplets on leaves. Chest heaved out a sigh as it shook once again. His firey, possibly crazy, date was indeed behind him, left on the beach. Thank god though for the rain otherwise he’d never have been able to rinse his body of the sand. A snort echoed in his chest as the golden son looked forward into the strange shelter which he found himself.

This was not of this world. Harks flatten back slightly as the earth eyes take in the stone structure. Soft material, live woven grasses drape from the standing stones. Cloven hooves continued to clack on the hard floor, but it echoed up into the rounded ceiling. All in all it left an uneasy feeling over the gold creature. Looking throughout the stone rotunda, he found himself alone. Thranduil shifted inside his shelter as the rain beyond died down. Mind wandered as he smiled at his past dealings over the last week or so. In looking over his deeds the golden chest puffed slightly, but then he’d also failed, and so he deflated. This youth was it seemed out of touch with his skills. He had entered this land with such zeal, it left him without the ability to grasp the strings of his masks, forgetting the rules of his own games, and letting it go. Teeth ground against each other as past voices echoed in his harks, stern and loud, but instructions nonetheless. God he hated those lessons. Yet here those lessons were needed again. Mistakes. Always making mistakes. Enjoying the game so much, you let it go. Keep to your rank and hold steady. A long, uneven breath ragged out of the weary creature, beaten down by words long swept away by the wind.

Thump. Golden body braces and snatches around to the notice. A few twigs break just outside the entrance and faintly above the now quiet weather, another creature breaths heavily. Spanish head, from the shadows of the stone prison twists to look out. A winged horse, a Pegasus no? Stands looking to the woods beyond. Shaking his head slightly as if to clear out the sands of memories looks harder. The earth eyes had viewed a Pegasus before, and it had decidedly not been a pleasant meeting. It was a strange looking creature still. Black wings on a bay body splashed about with stripes of colors leading to a crest of deer antlers a top his head. Like the swan. Hark flatten back slightly. Still going, a bone struck through the creature’s nares than makes the golden wrinkle his face. To finish it off, flames brush off the black feathers and hooves. He’d have to be wary of those. Getting burnt was not on the golden boy’s to do list (for he did not know they were baseless and without heat.) It searched about itself tense and unsure. It did not belong to this place, it was uneasy. Yeah though, see how it rests so heavily, its wings droop more than collect. It is tired. All creatures must come to this land through the Threshold, that is certain, so this wild thing must be of Helovia, but not from the stone place. It was out of sorts. Out of place. The ends of his lips curl, time to silence those voices and step out in his old self. Time to tie the mask on right, and do what he did best.

Cloven hooves echoed on the slabs of rock, and out from the shadows of the woven clothe came the golden son. Smile was gone, and he now gazed out over the winged bay with serenity. Careful now, if you have slipped, and the creature knows of this land well, then you will be found out again. Yet if you are to gain what you seek, you must appeal. You must aide. A small smile graces the golden’s lips as his body carries him from under the odd stone shelter. Horned head dips to the other. “Le suilon.” Well that was a phrase he had not spoken in a while, but in placing himself in the past it had slipped from him with such ease. A tight grip caught him, watch yourself. “Thranduil, at your service.” Something moved around the creature. Golden body slowed to a halt as one of the horns upon the creatures head moved.


Gold dusted eyes were careful not to watch too long, but soon it became clear, a snake was twisted upon his head between the wild winged’s antlers. Lion tail flicked a little extra…frustration. Now closer to the creature he could see the sweat and strain, and feel the tension. Concern flashed over his figure and the head dropped slightly. “Forgive me, but you look ill.” Taking one step forward slowly the golden watched with the greatest concern. “What troubles you fire bird?” Oh but how he watched and calculated from the inside. Did the beast truly care what ailed the weary winged one with a snake upon his crown? Nah, this was a test for the golden son himself. Whatever way he could manipulate he would. Whatever way he could twist and antagonize that would be his goal. It’s a rather selfish one that’s true, but he had to silence his own doubts. So the earth eyes reflected back only concern and sincerity.




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@[Gaucho]

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