Helovia was just becoming one big happy party wasn’t it? Snorting as he comes up from the dead Pegasus the golden turns and nips at his shoulder. A fly bits his other, and the gold annoyed, reaches to it and nips it as well. Tassled tail flicking as it lands on his hip. One problem. There are no flies. Another level of that damned curse had arisen on his way to this island. The golden had half hoped to find a cure here. Perhaps drink some of the pure water? But alas, nothing eased the feeling of being permanently trapped in a swarm of flies. So when he had come across the large gathering around yet another fallen warrior the gold only groaned at yet another death. It wasn’t that he was not concerned, but their increasing deadliness of this land only reminded him of how fragile his own life might soon be coming. So as he turned from the dead body after hearing it being from the Throat and of the black hairs, the gold looks for those he seeks to solve these little murder mysteries with. He was not usually one to team up, but the faster he solved this mystery, the faster he might save his own, now fly bitten skin.

It turns out a few others had thought teaming up would also serve in a faster serving of revenge. The gold had considered who he wanted to consult ever since he had come across that body in the forest, and seeing another fall in battle he had grown even surer. Both had died in battle, which was one of the golden’s…well it wasn’t his strong point. So who better to turn to than death himself, the Reaper. Standing off to the side the dark sinister stallion was already gathering to others. Both the gold knew but did not know much of. First, the little monocle wearing Haruspex, Zikar-Sin, who he had seen at the herd meeting. A very curious little stallion, who seemed a little too hyped up on the happenings for the comfort of the gold. Second though was an equally darker stallion with a broken glass horn, D’Artagnan, the Basin’s good doctor. Honestly, none were in the Basin who did not twist their profession into some nerve twinging way. Still, this apparently was who the gold was working with if he wanted the reaper along his side on this. Sometimes the gold swore the cost of what he wanted was not worth it.

The doctor had the obvious question, but the gold bided his time. It proved the better, for the little curly horned man presented a curious story, but did not tell it all in full, much to the gold’s annoyance. Still that curious man puts forward an interesting question. Reaching back to nip at his shoulder again the gold looks to the body. There had been in that poor dead woman’s mouth a few black hairs. She had been touching them had she not? “She grips a black hairs in her maw.” The golden says with his head high, not letting on the buzzings of flies flutter about his head. Though, he licks about his lips tenderly, for what is hidden from a quick glance are small blisters on the inside of his upper lip. The curse that black fruit was throwing out was worse than the gold could have ever thought before. Looking from the death giver himself to the little man the gold pauses looks with more seriousness. He had been glad to hear of his lady since, upon his visit to the Basin, she had been absent. “What visions did you and the Lady see?” The little man seemed very forgetful here, like snapping at a puppy to keep its attention when food is on the other side of the room.

After waiting to hear if the glassed man had more to add the gold spoke up to the others. “The world is turning upside down.”Shifting his weight the gold shakes his head again, but the buzzing, as always, continues. “Animals stampeding to the death though nothing chasing them, a dead Pegasus fell from the sky three times then vanished, worms attacking horses, a decapitated wolf head kills a stag, and even plants grow with cursed powers.” It truly was a bone chilling list. The gold claims his on sanity being the always assured escape of running from this cursed land. “But I bring darker news. Another was murdered, an equine warrior from the Falls, found dead from a battle in the Deep Forrest.” Stopping to nip his left shoulder again the gold lets it sink in then returns his attention as if he had not stopped. “Her death was covered in the same dark tidings as this one, only her scars were rougher, scratched almost, and dusted with sand.” The gold can’t help but be proud of all his knows, but he knows better than to show it. So he only looks on with a dull seriousness. No big deal knowing everything (he thinks) that happens in Helovia. Just part of normal life for the golden son of course.


OOC:: HEATHER: Deimos (just for clarity sake) should know of all of those things except the fruit, and new murder.
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