My, my this place was hopping! The golden could not be more thrilled with how this little exchange was going. Again, if he did not have the blessing of his invisibility his mood of course would be much more sober. Yet no standing to the side listening in without judgment the golden felt freer than he had in ages to truly enjoy himself. The show surely was not disappointing! The bitch of Mauja’s blood riled against the dun fire bird. For as much as the golden hated her, he couldn’t help but smile as she attacked the creature larger than she. Of course Gaucho was most likely only securely being attacked for the numbers surrounding him, cept for that one curious bird by his side, he was alone.

Had that dune fire bird done it though? At this moment the golden had little doubt otherwise. Though it was curious he would result to such violent means, and even attack a few of his own race, there had been so many unicorns and Basiners slaughtered. The golden wasn’t sure of motives, but it certainly seemed this was a guilty man.

Though. The golden paused while his bay defender spoke her silence, but all too clear opinion. If a rational horse were to examine these things, they might find there could be no darkness deep enough in Gaucho’s soul to commit such crimes. Perhaps misunderstanding and anger, but those are rarely carried through silently. So those earth eyes linger on the dun fire bird, then maliciously snatch away to return to a happier view of this lovely chaos. It does not do to dwell on proving innocence when proving guilt it by far more enjoyable.

Then the golden caught a snippet which was really quite exciting. His lady was about to preform her spells. The maw of the golden so openly grinned and neat laughed with delight at the timing. This was perfect. The Foresaken called for quiet and as she closed herself to her task, so did the golden. His earth eyes sealed away and his mind called upon a stone locked onto the circlet about him. It was difficult to keep his mind balancing all that he must at this moment and his jaw gritted with the effort to multitask his abilities. There! The dark violet stone flashed and began to swirl with a black darkness before locking away to pure ebony.

Oh how the golden near bucked for delight at his excellent trickery! Ophelia’s magic was most powerful as well, and certainly should be prized. However it seemed she couldn’t handle the effects of it. Perhaps leadership weakened her skills. Those earth eyes flashed viciously at her weakness, but then with a smirk and flare for trouble saw the curious Mauja. His reserved nature did break for a moment, and his gentle head reached out to the ragged lady. How curious was this. Clearly the man got around. First his lover dies and now the red tipped. For a creature seeming so reserved this-

Thundering hooves sounded behind the gold and for the first of this adventure a look of panic strikes across him. Shit! A yell from behind came screaming to the gathering as the golden scrambled to unnoticeably dodge a runaway train.

Whew! A brush of air rushed past him but they did not touch. The golden let a long sigh out and sent the glares towards the now yelling at the spotted brute. Brows raise but not in much enjoyment. He and this thick soldier had met before. He was everything ill-conceived weakness of a soldier. Love, temper, and threats. Pathetic he was, utterly-

Wait. A wicked grin flashed on the gold’s face. Oh it was cruel. Utterly cruel and devoid of any morality he possessed with his current powers. But it was also wickedly cleaver. And really when did he ever get to have any damn fun around here. So the golden bites the bullet and slips quietly, but as quickly as he can slips around the group and comes back into the circle to face the darken warrior. He calms his body, making sure his breath does not huff nor hooves recklessly slash through the grasses. Slowly he creeps closer to the warrior’s ear. He had just questioned the lady by his side, and Gaucho was clearing his voice to speak. Here. He would slip it in here, under the cover of the other’s words. The golden’s invisible maw reached out and in the lowest whisper for only, hopefully, the dark to hear comes gilded tongue. “Can’t you see their love lives? He steals her.” Low, hissed, and (possibly a bit too shrill for a male, but he was channeling his inner evil witch here). Then the critical escape.

Twin horned head swung back as far as he could pull, and his cloven hooves lifted high to not move the grass, but landed softly to make a sound. The wicked golden side stepped and backed till he was standing by Mauja, then behind him. And to have seen the evil, cruel, wicked grin lit upon his face would have made your very flesh crawl with unease.


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