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[PRIVATE] what suspicion couldn't deter;

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

08-04-2014, 10:09 PM

So there's a game you seek to play,
He sees it now plain as day,
Beware the steps you now take,
Everything may now be fake.

Being a new boy is hard work. Even if you’re a golden boy. You’ve got names, stories, histories, and do and don’ts to catch up on. Most annoyingly though, is how vague everyone is. No matter what they tell you it nearly always requires your brain to be spinning. Catching it all. Most would find such things tedious and be bogged down in the workings of the new world, but not he. Standing at ease before his lady, where the dark was creeping in on the twilight, the gold was feeding of this library of information and underlying meanings. This is what he had been made to do, to catch all things, and bring them to light where they were not meant to be. The gold was secure in that. Secure that this was his job. Secure in that no one ruled his mind. So it was clever, the bay and gold woman to do as she did. To spin about tales of her own. To feed in nibblets of her thoughts to pull him in.

This would all be denied by he of course. Oh yes, the gold lady does not know by pulling out her mouse she is inviting the snake. Pulling out these truths however short and seeming vague she could not hide much from him. The darkness was a sickness, a surprise sickness. None like the land had ever seen before. It swept across quickly and was unstoppable by none. All would fall before it, except for this Heart. Deep in the earth a cave opened and exposed a network of safety. All who sought protection journeyed there. That meaning all herds combined into one in the chaos of above. There all were safe, but none were alive. Each dying of the fear inside, until the cure was found. Though the darkness of the cave was overwhelming a shinning light of a cure rose from its depths. And the darkness was shattered into day and life above was renewed. Honestly, she should get some story telling skills from him. Seriousness did prevail though, and was only threatened of the thought that she, the lady herself, also hid like a frightened rabbit for slaughter. Oh how his inner laugher trembled with the need to laugh at the thought. For the twin horned did not know she too had been claimed by the darkness. Nor did he know he too would be powerless against it. With his ego and pride the size of all Helovia the gold thought it no more than a petty cold. What if he had really faced the fear of the truthful darkness? He most likely would have run.

So that topic passes with the last light. Now only the glow of the snowy mountains and stars alight the air between them. Still, through the darkness the gold could see her wolf grin grow and eyes a spark with delight at his news. She brings in much delight in this. A story well told, a job of pulling her in, well done. She’d soon be leaning in as close as he had when he tells her of the world in which she lives. Of this the golden son’s expanded pride is sure. His lady pauses for thought though. She murmurs through knowing the opportunity might slip away, and a hark leans back, what was this woman planning behind her drawn curtains.

What was she planning at large either? The lady was just as sly as he, pulling wit into answer his query. The advice given was neither rejected nor taken as the gold thought, but countered. Some apparently had already taken the bait. The golden son knew exactly what land that might be. He did not know who ruled by the damsel queen’s side but she was half of their voice. Still had not Illynx attacked her near the river? Then also, the damsel queen was the strongest at seeking peace. Perhaps Illynx fit her in her pocket like Thranduil wished to slip the lady herself in his. Tassled lion tail lashed about his hocks. Nothing more of advice was said. Discretion was what his lady required, her hypocrisies, and guilty pleasures of letting that fall were her troubles. As for him, the golden would show her you could do all things with a, well golden record.

With a grin upon her lips he finds her pleased at his acceptance. What did she expect? He could not deny that was his more than he could claim his coat black. Still it does weight more on him. Again, not that he found the mantle of responsibility pressing heavily upon his shoulder. No, simply the long haul of his schemes coming to bear. Perhaps the low lights of night and sweet lullaby of evening helped in calming him from the conversation’s previous highs. Perhaps he to found the bedtime story, and reliving his findings a fitting end to the day. Sighing heavily he looks back up to her as she speaks. The heaviness of the days ahead were lifted with her every word. The lady had recognized. Ha! Even she could not help but be impressed he’d gained entry with a simple stroke of his clever tongue. Yet, she was asking him to do it again. Now this was the test. If the gold desired to be secure in his place, then this task must be done well. Mind was already spinning with ideas. It gave him slight purpose, yet it also tipped him off. Body leaned back slightly. Her tricks were noticed. She was pulling him in, putting him into her pocket.

Teeth grinded against each other momentarily. Wasn’t that where he needed to be though? In her pocket? In order to worm his way right into her skin. To get under there and wreak havoc? Still, the process of letting another feel they were in control, especially her was always a tad hard of a pill to swallow. The golden though, played his part, for the better of his future plans, and smiled back at her with confidence. “Of course, m’lady, no trouble.” Well, it might be a bit. It was highly unlikely there were two damsel queens in this land. Luckily those were not his only tricks. There were many available to him, but the gold was a tad selfish. None would be shared with others. But, we’re all civil here remember your manners. “I shall call upon them if needed.” But most likely not. Secrets are easier to keep if no one else knows them to begin with. Pulling himself from the relaxed stance the gold considered the conversation over. He had a trip to plan, and details to pull together. There was one more piece of business though. Seeming to pause in his thoughts of the warm cave not far off the gold looks back into the eyes of his gilded lady. “What of the lost king, Gaucho?” Come on, throw the dog a bone.

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