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10-12-2014, 02:02 PM
God damnit. The golden son shakes his head, irritation rising. Perhaps this wasn’t one of his greatest ideas. The gold had, while looking at himself in the reflection of a lake, quiet clever. Upon his twin horns was pierced a lovely tri-cornered hat, with several large white feathers. His mane, usually in long thick waves was not braided, in dreads, with carefully strung beads, bone, and small feathers. Oh this the golden was all proud, it was the rest of the get-up the golden struggled in. First of all he had made the mistake of an eye patch. The damn thing had completed the look so much perfectly. Now it became more than a pain in the ass. He had at least been smart enough to make it out of a lacey fabric, so he could partially see through. But still sight on this side was very limited on his left side. The rest of his outfit was quiet perfect. Leather straps crossed over his back then run down each shoulder to form an X on his chest, then wrapping back up from his underside to tie in to each other over his back. Hanging around his neck were all sorts of gold chains, and gems. They flashed and glittered, a wonderful distraction. To complete the look the golden had tied round his barrel a ragged cloth that wraps around, ties, then hangs a foot or so farther down. Though not part of his outfit the gold also sported four leg shield made from Honey Badger skin. They were a new acquisition, stolen from Elsa. So he wore them out of pride and threat, rather than for benefit to his costume. Still for all the effort put into this costume, this competition better be one hell of a good time.
Trotting with growing ease at his outfit, and growing accustomed to his limited vision, the gold comes to the battlefield. It was, the gold admitted, a rather beautiful sight, easy ground, with a cool morning. Then coming across the field was his match. The golden head turns slightly to see his opponent. A mare dark and lean, but an equine. No horn. No wings. A smile grows on his lips, but he’s learned a lesson or two about become too cocky. This world is full of magic and pets. In this these he was at the disadvantage. Of course, that never really bothered the golden much. A ragged snort sounds the start of the battle. Pawing out a front hoof the golden pirate picks up a canter and rolls towards dark mare.
The feathers in his hat bow back with the self-created breeze, and his leather straps begin to grow slick with sweat. Those gems and golden chains catch the sun’s light, but pound annoyingly at his chest. Then of course his covered eye grows in annoyance, though the gold would never admit ignorance. Racing forward he nearly stumbles in a creek, which had been hidden in the grass. The golden though is too ready to let a small stream trip him up. Picking up in a leap to cover his misstep the golden gets an idea. Shaking his hatted head the gold tears down towards her. Closer, closer. He does not slow. He should slow, what is he doing he’ll run right past her! Running up, hopefully right side, to right side, the golden no turns his horns away! Will he not strike her with his horns! They are his weapon against her. No, he runs past her straight, though curving slightly away. All the better to see her with through his right eye.
The golden always has a plan though. When he imagines himself to her hip he slams on the breaks. Still he does not turn in, but out. As his front half slams down his head pulls it out to the left, what he believes (should she still be there in shock or in planning her own attack). What can that golden man be thinking, has he lost all sense of where his weapon is, or what the aim of this game could be? No, he always has a plan. As front half lifts with his head and dances around, his hinds pick up high to join them. Only much higher than necessary. The jig is up, the plan made clear. Cloven hooves kick out to hopeful strike their girl’s body. He is in a sticky situation, with his eye patch the gold can not, see the half sight of the arch. He is curving into his blind side. His leather straps slip and shift while his necklaces are tossed about in confusion and his sash flies about. He can’t be bothered by this now, so that wicked grin flashes as his head rises again.
OOC ::
TAG:: @[Lakota]
WC:: 800 (no joke)
ATTACK:: 1/2 +closing defense
SET:: As described by Graveyard Comp. Round 1
SUMMARY:: Thranduil runs up to Lakota's right side, then slams to a stop, pulling away from her, so as to turn and kick at her.
COSTUME:: Thranduil is a pirate! He has a hat pierced on his horns with three large white feathers. His hair is in dreads and he wears a lacey eye patch, which while see through is very limited. He also wears several gold chains around his neck, and leathers straps cross his chest before wrapping around his barrel along with a ratty sash.
"speech"
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