This was not good. Not in any form. First, the heat loving golden son was headed north. His coat shiver and twitched about him. His breath, fogging before his path, and tassled tail usually held out long and curled was wrapped about his flank, trying itself not to freeze. Oh but that was just the beginning. He didn’t know why he had done it. It had been so beautiful, so sweet, and so golden. He had taken a fruit from that nightmare moon tree. Stealing it away to the bank he had hid with it, coveting its sweet aroma, ready to pounce on its assuredly delicious nectar. When he heard a scream from a mare at the tree. Breaking his gaze with his prize the gold looked to see the tree changing. Earth eyes had gone wide with amazement, but also disbelief. Snatch his head back to look at his prize the gold balked and backed away in horror. There, where that beautiful golden fruit had sat was now an eyeball. Roaring out the gold had dashed away from that freak show as quickly as possible. The horror truly of the worst nightmares. But turns out, he knew nothing of real nightmares.

It had begun not far from there. A fly or two had been caught near his head. Strangle. Shaking them away he had continued. The golden had places to be before dawn after all, and besides, if he slept the recent events might have chased it away. Still, even when he persisted to this bone chilling cold more flies were beginning to buzz about him. Snorting and shaking his twin horned head the gold had struggled to rid himself of their irritation but try as he might they would not leave. Now here in the freezing cold they were sounding louder than ever. The gold kept shaking his head, and pausing to scratch about his ears, but still it persisted. It always persisted. He was going crazy, for you see, there were no flies about his head. Not a single one.

At last the gold turned out of the cold sharp wind and into the frozen arch. Even if made of ice its walls and close quarters caused the gold to at last breathe. Walking tenderly the gold can be heard to groan and shook his head vigorously. All around him the flies seemed to multiple and grow in number, but he could see none! At last sees a reflective sheet of ice. Tenderly he walks towards its edge and looks over. None. Not a single one. Golden harks pin back, but the sound is persistent. Wait. That fruit. Head raises sharply and looks back with suspicion to the wind torn world outside. An uneasy face comes to pass over the golden face and he moves to the side of the ice cavern. Limbs seem to fail him, and he lowers with slow unease to the ground and there rests, his mind replaying the last night scene over and over. Earth eyes staring out over his ice walls, looking five million miles away.

The wind outside had died down, yet still the golden lay in the ice castle, flies still sounding invisibly in his ears. Nothing else was happening though. A drip from an ice sickle above, drips on his nose and the golden son flinches away. He seems to return to the place and time. A loud sigh rattles through his cold bones. Mind had gone over all what he had seen in the past few weeks, and now what he feels. The golden was not in a mood to divulge his condition, but it was high time he and his lady speak on this, for she had seen and heard all these passings as well. If Helovia would end soon, best go ahead and get it all sorted out.

Coming out into the valley land before him the golden searched for his lady. He had always preferred to deal with her. They saw the world in the same colors. A long call rang out from the golden. Waiting his licks is lips, they felt slightly cracked. An unease flick of his tail passes. Added to the unease was the absence of his lady. Snorting in the still cold, the gold calls out again, this time for anyone. This matter needed to be discussed, because if the world was going down, Thranduil wanted to be the first to leave.



OOC:: @[Deimos]

There was a reason the gold preferred his lady. She simply was lovelier to look at. From the depths of the valley, at his own slow speed came the dark demon. Gold harks flick about still trying instinctively to escape what ails him, but then settle back, pinned. The Reaper was aptly named, for before him he brought nothing but a fear of where all your body parts were. Arming himself in a low, unamused smirk, and shifting his body to hide whatever hints might give away his ailments the gold receives Deimos. For whether the dark devil or other divulging what he knew without return was an enjoyable experience, but this needed to be done. Not only to gain him ever more favor but to simply know if it was time to run away from everything screaming.

Shivering against a cold wind which seemed determined to remind the gold why he was not meant to be here in the winter, the gold watches the black arrive. Receiving his nod, with one in return. The gold was not blind to how much of an improvement that nod meant from the black demon. It was a praise of his skills to twist opinions and manipulate those at his will. For even the man who nearly a season ago stood to block his path, was now here, nodding in greeting, and asking with as much kindness as he seemed capable of, what the gold needed. It almost made telling him what he knew worth it.


Almost, for it was still not without much in return. Still, better get it over with it. “I bring troubling news, for our consideration.” Head shakes against the flies but it turns into a full shiver against the cold. Damn, it wasn’t making it any easier. “There is something not quite right with our world. There is something wrong. I have seen animals stampede across the lands with nothing chasing them, but their own deaths in their run. It was not natural m’lord.” Ew, that last word was hard to get out. “There is more. From the mouth of Adelric I have heard he saw a dead Pegasus fall from the sky three times to the snow, each time vanishing only to fall again. At the final drop she left nothing but blood.” Shifting uneasily he goes on. “From the festival, while you were here, there came a stag, falling to its death, but all which attacked it was the severed head of a wolf still clinging to its leg.” Looking to the south he speaks with more edge. “The other herd feel it too. The Throat through their alliance with the Falls hears of an attack of worms on the Floating Isle.” Head shakes again from the flies which buzz forever over his head invisibly. “M’lord, just one such occurrence would be unnerving, but there seems to be no end of them.” So what do we do? Time to run and scream yet?

Of course Deimos would probably not run and scream. No that black devil would be the horse gallivanting towards the darkness with guns blazing and swords flashing. Unfortunately not all kept such dreams. Some, like the golden, desired life, for no matter how glorious, death was death. But he had told what he knew. Well, almost all he knew. For now the cursed fruit would be his secret. Never would the gold reveal a weakness to the black devil. He had given the black devil a great bone though, so now the golden wanted one in return, for there was one question that plagued him. “Where is m’lady Illynx?” Earth eyes cut back suspiciously to the black.


OOC:: @[Deimos]

Twin horned head shakes again as the black devil seems to silently chew over his thoughts. When he does speak it actually pulls the gold’s harks forward for what he says was not expected. Mistaken? My this was a huge change. Golden head lifts slightly and considers the black with some expectedness. Mistaken about what….for the gold surely know this black devil was mistaken in a great many things. Hence he had hung around this crazy frozen town. Watching with a curiousness and care the gold considers what the black devil says. It was a tease. Some intelligence. The gold can’t keep his face from falling slightly, but it still hangs onto a playful smirk. He had expected too much, but the gold reminded himself, it was a lot for that black. So with a playful smirk continuing he gives the black the kindness of letting it slide by unnoted.

The conversation returns to its previous track and the golden settles back in for its continuation, unable though to let that playful smirk wipe from his face. The question makes the gold inhale slowly. That question had troubled him as well. None of the events seemed to be connected. At least, there wasn’t a murder or ransom note, not single sign always showing. It was always just…wrong. So the twin horned, shaking his head once more, lets his long breathe out and speaks with lacing concern. “None that I have seen, other than always a strange wind and unnatural feeling. I don’t know how it could be one creature, even immortal. Still I believe it is a someone, and these are but nature’s chaotic reactions to some dark sinister work.” The gold stops once more, thinking deeply about the coincidence about the fruit tree and the moon. It seemed to have grown up in the darkness of the night. Curious that.

Shaking his fly ridden ears again the gold waits for the answer to his prior question. Especially with these dark days the missing presence of his lady was a very concerning. Had she taken the new dangers upon herself and gone to investigate over the mountains? Had they taken her? All were concerning questions, but luckily it was no worse fate than the gold had in mind for her anyway. Still, it was all a curious mixture of circumstances. So he asks a broad question with many answers, a net thrown in a muddy pond to see what he can catch. “What shall you do?” What shall we all do?



OOC:: @[Deimos]

He hadn’t been expecting a full tour of the Basin’s battle plans, but some juicy secret would have been nice. But alas, the gold was once again expecting a bit too much from this black devil. An especially loud fly comes around his right ear and that golden head shakes and tosses more noticeably than he intended. Earth eyes flash over to the black to see if it was noticed as he tries to brush it off as a chill, and let his whole body shiver for a moment. A sinking feeling in his gut about his current state, and the more desperate times this reaper was describing (through one word), had the golden son in a tense state underneath. Of course, he’d never let that be revealed on the outside. Cocking one hind hoof and letting his tassled tail whip about him he replies, “Of course.” With the brain of the operation gone, the bronze would finally have his way. All the more chaos for the gold to cause, but as always be warned. You never know what side of the fight he’ll show up on, if he shows up at all.

So the gold questions this no more. It seemed like a pointless rabbit hole. The Basin would fight until the last unicorn, no matter what the threat. Stupid, the gold thought, but this wasn’t his show to run, just to screw over. It turns out though that the black beast had more to add, a rare occurrence really. However, supply each other with information was not exactly the gold’s cup of tea. He would give them information when he choose to, and not a moment before. Still, it seemed his ranks were becoming more valuable, and for that the gold was most pleased. It had been his intention all along to become desire- Another shake of his ears and buzzing interrupted his thoughts, and once again the golden must pretend to shiver down his spine to cover his tracks. A deep breath brings him back, but not before he can excuse himself from this meeting to go hide in his cave.

The reaper had more to say, honestly he was quiet talkative today. Turning back to look at the black devil as he spoke the gold’s smirk was hard pressed to keep from turning into a wild grin. Bingo. The golden son had snatched up what he sought. Victory. It was even sweeter coming from this creature. He who was to bar the gates to him, now offered him, basically the keys to the city. Serves him right. (Really the gold’s ego was way to enlarged by this). Nodding his twin horns with still a smirk lingering on his lips and a calculated flick of his tail the gold accepts. “Very much. It’ll be an honor m’lord.” Oh if only that golden son had an honorable bone in his body. Another fly buzzes by his head, but the gold does not have a sinking feeling anymore. If he is to die, he will now at least die with a proper title.




OOC:: @[Deimos]

The suspicion hanging in the air around the dark devil could not go unnoticed. Even shrouded in the judgment of the god’s happiness, it was not mistaken for its deeper purposes. Only for once the gold didn’t hide his emotions, he didn’t even try to mask them neatly. If the dark devil was suspicious now, it was too late. The gold rationalized he had now made himself needed and even suspicion could not take that away. Now he could really have some fun. The happiness though was ended by the interruption of another fly buzzing by his ears. Shaking them without relief the gold returns more to this present company.

It seemed that this discussion had ended and the gold, with his smirk settling down picked himself up to go and settle down in his cave. Yet, once again the dark devil had another question. With a spark in his earth eyes the gold turned back. Such a curious creature the black was turning out to be. Never one much for conversation, he was now proving to be the instigator. As long as it was putting him in a situation he did not prefer the gold was happy to stay and continue their lovely little chat. The subject though could have done with a change. The gold never like micro managers, nor back seat spies. The royals had their place, and they should wait there till the gold thought it necessary they know what he had found. Still, he keeps a happy face, and would give the black one golden thread to keep him happy. “I have been watching the Throat as a member of their ranks.” It was the proudest thread he carried. If he only could do so in the Falls then he would have the whole Helovia at his beck and call. Course, with his new rank and new inspiration to mischief no telling what might happen. Still that was all the gold said, and made it seem like such, with a calmer demeanor. Though excitement did bubble through at the possibility of another task, but really the continuation of the conversation would then reach unknown lengths for the dark reaper.




OOC:: @[Deimos]