Carpentry Lessons

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[DROP] Carpentry Lessons

Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

#10

07-04-2014, 04:20 PM

It had been several weeks since. The golden beast had no really desire to remember the feeling of not answering the call. Racing along the golden sands towards that strange, yet wondrous stone. He’d discovered, after another claimed the prize. What came from the stone or controlled his mind that day the golden boy still did not know. It had not exactly been pleasant to find himself so out of sorts after that incident. After that race the beast had shook his Spanish head. He would not look for an experience like such again.

The thought was rather unfortunate, for the golden had no say in the matter. It was not he who decided what called him, but his own curiosity that day. Gathering himself to return to the mountains in the north Thranduil began to walk from the still errie stone building, when he sensed a gathering of creatures. Curious the beast slowed and watched even more head in the direction. Hark leaned in and the gold coat tickled with tension. Slipping into the shadows he crept towards the opening where the others had gathered.

The shadows did little to hid him but he felt more secure there. Coming to the opening he felt that familiar pull. Harks leaned back when he saw the prize, but it was too late. The call pulsed through his ear and rang in his chest. Stepping out without much more concern for the others the twin horned moved to make his own try. The call was ever so loud, it was even stronger than the previous one. So much so the brute’s guts began to twist as he eyed this most curious moat and island. Mind began to spin in action. Though the golden son was a whip when it came to the minds of creatures and their words, this puzzle did cause him some thought. Oh but the stone which rested ever so carelessly on the island. Two planks of wood, each long but not long enough slipped his way. Hark leaned back as he nosed them and the water. No, it was not worth the effort to sweat his back and stain his hide. Snorting with the unlikeable feeling of that call the golden turned his leafen starred head to leave.

That was not his call to make though. It slammed with a harsh word and the gold found he could not move away. Earth eyes starred at the stone sitting there so still and quiet. While the call still echoed in him he narrowed his vision at it. He could not explain it, (he did not like things he could not explain), but he would try. Coming to the edge again, while the stone still gently calling soft whispers, the golden son got to work.

OOC :: Thranduil desires (and I beg) for a Cerndyr, with Dark Mist.
Previous Refusal
"speech"

Because of this hard puzzle today
I can rhyme no more poetic phrase,
I hope your happy with what you have done,
I've had to make a few Tylenol runs.

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