Really that dark devil could be an absolute downer. Like the gold needed anything else at the moment. His lack of even entertainment at the golden’s story made the whole thing more down right depressing. Good lord, Thranduil had nearly carved the beast up for Thanksgiving and Deimos was acting like he had done nothing but step on a bug. Still, there was one consolation. As his body hit the rough side of the tree again the golden saw a familiar spark flash about the dark demon. His jaw clinched, and body went more rigid that the gold had ever seen. With a malicious touch the gold slipped in “I’ll take that as a yes.” He wasn’t surprised though. That bitch was low, and as the dark devil began to speak it seemed she was even lower. Though he wasn’t surprised Hotaru had done her in. That pink spy was certainly making a name for herself as much as the gold.

Shifting, the gold lifted himself to his own feel once more. Seeing the dark devil speak of war roused something in the gold. It wasn’t rage, it was defensive. That was HIS target. It was HIS to trample into the dust- a shallow breath halts his thoughts, and the golden remains instead silent. His condition reminded to him. Winded and worn as he was, there was little left to rally against another.

A voice breaks the gold’s thoughts and his horned head jerks from its place. His Lady. She looked pissed. Looked good on her. Far better than that placid reserve she always tried to keep up. Still, the gold was not exactly thrilled to see her either. It was the blood stained who blocked the gold as he left the battlefield. She had protected him. God what a disgusting sentence. The golden needing protecting?! It was unheard of. Such foul language had never entered his thoughts before and good lord the gold would give his life before he thought such a thing again. Considering though the current conditions that might could be arranged.

Still, as the lady winds herself of her own encounters with the bitch and her new children the gold does take interest. It only made his inner fire spark more. How low of a bitch do you have to be to not even defend your honor. To plead the belly. Such a crime was nothing more than a low, it was worse. At least when a snake rattles its tail its willing to finish with a bite. This mare, this bitch, she did not even deserve the name of a thinking, feeling creature. The gold could care less if she had children or previous attacked the Basin, she had vied for him, and run from fights. It was pathetic, amoral, unnatural- “Leave her to me.” The gold’s body sways with the force of his own words and snort. It was laughable. Honorable, but completely idiotic. Pride never made such a larger fool. A cough bubbled in the golden’s dry throat, but was sequestered down. This was HIS brawl. He would die before he let either one of these gloryhogs take his fight from him. He would pound that mongrel into the dust. They had failed to show force and so the golden would. He always seemed to be the ones to get things done around here anyway. While sparks kept going off in that golden like fire crackers, there was still the unfortunate problem of having no wood to light them.



OOC :: @[Deimos] @[Ophelia]
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