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09-11-2014, 12:30 PM
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Be there no fright, Can't you see, You need only fear me? The darkness the swept the lands and the moon sank low made even a golden coat hard to spot, but giggle not need light. The golden son had found himself once again here in the Threshold, hoping his might be ‘found’ by a Throat member. Slipping into their fold was not as easy as the World’s Edge, though the gold of course would never speak such out loud. The very reason he had been sent out to spy upon them, was the same reason he had yet to get in. They were an elusive bunch to say the least. Still the gold was never one to morn stalled duties, because they were so much more fun to laugh at. So as he turned to head in for the night, but while the body was weary the mind was ready, and it proved to be very excellent thing. Her giggles were not like those of the damsel queen, but deeper, darker, and if he dared make the prejudice (which he always did), deadlier. As he slipped through the shadows he found their course a light colored short and slender mare. She reminded him of the paint who’s feather he still held. She slinked along the night in style matching her laughter. Even to the golden man who lived with a herd of snakes, this one should nearly be a role model for them all. Nares reach out, though little wind travelled through it helped he was walking behind. Cold. Thick. Pine. A grin rose on his lips, she already knew where she belonged. The golden man kept going though, curious as to her mission. She stops then speaks. Harks swirl, and find the receiver of her twisted speech. A tall figure with a blanket back, slumped against a tree. Even in this near darkness the creature’s horns flash out in glass and crimson. Smile grows even wider when he see the catch. Perhaps a recruit will make his lady’s wait a little more tolerable. Stepping round the deviled mare the golden hides his sleek frame no longer. “But we are always ready to help strangers.” The twin horns dip to the twisted mare, eyes lingering, still unsure of just how twisted and dark her being was (for surely such creatures do not have enough of a soul to name it). “Perhaps if he was not a stranger, or the land in which he slept was not strange?” The golden man looks with all due generosity to the weary traveler. They were not of complete ease, but they looked like a saint’s next to the twisted mare. “Welcome to Helovia.” Golden eyes flashed even in the dark of night. "Speech" Tag;; OOC;; Thran is going to be EVERYWHERE lol, also I could pass up rping with you dear xy <3 I remember this guy from WT Notes;; |
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