Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

[OPEN] Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

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

11-18-2014, 03:50 AM

THRANDUIL

Gold coat shivered and flinched against a draft of cold. Groaning, its wearer stands, and moving to the corner of the cave pulls a wolf hide. Its under-skin may be slightly rough, but it took the edge of the draft in his cave. The golden had been proud of this spot when he first came to it rising above the healer’s cave with a wide sweeping view of the Basin, but now he knew why it was empty. Winter in other parts of Helovia was losing its grip but he had travelled here. Why still puzzled even him, but in his state who could blame him. Nipping at his shoulder the gold reminds us of his illness. Oh but it’s gotten much worse than that. From every breath he breathes and every outlet available flies had begun to buzz from him. It was not exactly a condition he wanted to show off, nor did the beast handle it very well. With blisters about his lips and flies coming out from him the gold was assured it was just a long descent to hell, so that now, even the cold of the Basin didn’t seem to hellish, and he certainly could not keep up his charade in the Throat.

Staggering to the opening of his cave he faces the fresh air with a half asleep look. He had been watching for one particular mare up here, but had seen no sign of her. Had Illynx escaped the fate he had planned for her? Earth eyes fall away to the valley below with distant look, but then something catches them. A black charger comes gallivanting towards a white, red tipped mare. Shaking his head, and scattering flies that arose from him the gold looks closer and sees other gathering around her. Snorting out even more flies to their frozen deaths the gold pin his buzzing ears back, though his desire to see what was happening was great, he was not in a mood to keep company. Still, curiosity was always strong him in, even in this state.

With dragging steps, and weary frame the gold, and his flies come from the mountain to the valley floor below. The gathering was close to an outcrop of pines, dressed in their thick winter best, a perfect hiding spot. Shaking with bites and flies, who left a near trail of dead bodies the gold slips in behind the trees. He knows some of these horses, and takes in others, but he can barely see them. His body begs him to give up the foolish endeavor, or at least to lie in the snow, but to do such is, even the golden knows, ridiculous, so he stands quietly, listening as they make their introductions. This was all very curious.

OOC:: Poor boy is in the last stages of that crazy fruit/fly thing, and would like to remain hidden, but I can't stop you from finding him. ;]

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