It was a cool night, near cold, but the gold was protected. Walking through the willows the long branches brush seek to brush his back with their cool touches, but all they find is a think white coat. A wolf coat to be exact. The golden proudly sports his winter wear. One of his two hides at last finding use. It hung to the right side of his back, its front paws wrapped around his Spanish neck. One his left side they came together bound by a vine found in this very wood. The cool nights touch, usually so chilling to the golden son, was no match for him tonight. That wasn’t his only protection though. A gift from the world itself lay twisted and circling in cool touch upon his crown, grasping at its center a white stone to remind him of its creator. In fact, she was actually how he found himself here.

Planning. Believe it or not the golden actually did plan things out. It would not be easy but he was planning to show that sultry goddess that he was every bit as clever and sly as the best. No. He was the best. Having discovered this place that afternoon with the twisted horned, and bird child the gold found it peacefully, and alluring. A perfect place to walk and think. The sky island had also called itself to him, but ever since those strange events there, he had been wary of it. Something was not right. Coming at last round to the lake side the gold settles in to drink his thirst after his long walk. Yet greeting him there, was so alluring, all his thoughts were forgotten.

Sweet. Like fresh spring grass. No, like flowers, nah sweeter. The golden could not place it, but his legs could also not stop. Coming out of the shadows of the night he finds the lake as it had been before, but now at its center, a large tree. Weathered with age, though he was sure it could not have been there long. Roots like bridges crisscrossed the lake and already some were carefully crossing to its fold. The golden son was a curious beast, and at the moment, its scent and odd appearance drew him closer. Stepping out with nimble limbs, and cloven hooves, the gold trips across the natural bridge to the tree’s weathered looking trunk. There growing above him were silver leaves, nestling fruits with the loveliest glows. Body near begged for one. So there, to the right, one caught his eye. A golden one of course. Perfect. The twin horn reared up and teeth grabbed it gently, pulling it from its place. The aroma fills him, devour it, it commands. But the golden was as selfish as he was curious.

With it gently grasped in his teeth the gold swiftly leaves his place by the tree. Near leaping on land the gold lowers his prize to the earth to see its pure gold gleam again. He had every intention of eating it. Oh he had to look upon it once more, to see its beauty before he tasted its assured sweetness. Lowering it he looks at it again. White wolf hide slips slightly on his shoulder, but can thinks of nothing else but that fruit. He had never seen a fruit like this, but others were eating it right? Curious and selfish as he was, the gold was not a test monkey. Keeping the fruit well nestled between his hooves he looks over to the tree beyond where others were eating their fruit. Earth eyes narrowed with scrutiny, and he hesitated. Surely the sweet fruit of gold called, well yelled at him, but the golden was growing more suspicious as he watched other fall into a feeding. What was this strange fruit?


OOC:: Thran takes a golden fruit, but in stopping to admire its beautiful gold color, hesitates, and looks to the others trying to decide if he should eat it.