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Gonna Raise Some Hell

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
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Can you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of crazy men.
It is the song of the unicorns,
See all who begin to morn.

This was going nowhere fast. Tassled tail lashes out lower and swifter. This one was turning out to be more of a pain in the ass than he was worth. Fine if he didn’t want to be needed, then that smart sass could just go tripping through this world as an Outcast, then he’d really miss whatever it was he sought. Outcasts can make a few things happen but no one shutters at their name. Outcasts can never be as big as herd. Never hold such weight, such prestige, such demanded respect. You will never get anywhere without those, especially in his business. To be making enemies of those who offer you the best herd for unicorns such as yourself is just idiotic. So as he makes jokes and sneers the gold only exhales low. Deimos better get this pup’s butt and tear it to pieces when they get up there.

Oh, butt he gold is not the only one here. Amid his frustrations the mare speaks again. Her twisted vocal rising in the night. Harks flirt over to her, and its only when he catches her looking at him he connects her words. The compliment saved her a snap, he did have a nice ass after all, but the twisted girl was making this impossible. She continues to praise him and pet him in her weird way, and the gold rationalized repaired that damage. No wonder the blanket sass didn’t trust them, I mean really, look at the two Basiners that made up this committee. He would not go home with himself and the twisted mare, and he knew all of the Basin.

The empathy was gone in a second as the glass blade again turns himself into nothing but a child. A stupid child who could not see his nose before him. His accusing glares did not make it worse. A foreleg lifts, ready to slam in threat. He had had enough.

Crash Course. His lady. Peace. Cloven hoof lands softly and quietly back to the earth and now it’s the pale mare’s turn to save their little welcome wagon. Well sort of, she turns her horn on him as well. Gritting his teeth he watches her as she rolls through tumbling descriptions, ending in her twisted laugh. Oddly enough he was getting more used to it. At last he turns back to the damn idiot. “You’ll have to excuse our….quick tempers.” The gold dips his head to the twisted woman, then back. “You see,” he chuckles low, “…it’s not that you insult us really. It is because we hail from the Basin.” His face dropped more serious, with a slight hint of the remaining threat. “No one in Helovia questions at the name of the Basin.” It would take idiots the size of this one here to laugh so freely at it. Even the gold, who wished one day to see the very land tumble down under his welding, knew better.

The golden son was not done. He does retire back to a more pleasant composure, but the smooth silk of before was not quiet there anymore. “But, it does appear we have forgot our manners.” He smiles at the pale twisted woman, “He is right I’m afraid, the rest of us have forgotten introductions.” Perhaps a different track will get this conversation going better. The golden was mastering himself, toning down the earlier aggression and letting the irritation wash off of him. His investment in this shutting off completely. “As the dear lady says she is Beloved, and I am Thranduil, at your service.” The gold had indeed caught that mare’s twisted speech and understood it…as much as one can. The gold leaves it at that. One last chance glass blade. The golden son may wait and carefully tinker with minds, but you’ve already proven to him, you’re not worth the time. Clock’s ticking.



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Tag;; @[Panzram] @[Beloved]
OOC;; Oh, he got angrier here than I intended lol But just for reference, he doesn't show it much, but in maybe picking up his hoof and in his eyes. -shrug-
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Messages In This Thread
Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Panzram - 09-10-2014, 04:44 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Beloved - 09-11-2014, 11:08 AM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Thranduil - 09-11-2014, 12:30 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Panzram - 09-13-2014, 08:28 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Beloved - 09-14-2014, 12:11 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Thranduil - 09-15-2014, 03:40 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Panzram - 09-16-2014, 10:33 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Beloved - 09-17-2014, 09:53 AM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Thranduil - 09-17-2014, 09:33 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Panzram - 09-25-2014, 12:19 PM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Beloved - 09-26-2014, 08:55 AM
RE: Gonna Raise Some Hell - by Thranduil - 10-11-2014, 01:21 AM

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