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02-15-2015, 08:14 PM
“He told you to leave.” A snort resounded through the golden son as he stepped up to the gathering. Pinned ears and narrow earth eyes meet the small party. He hadn’t heard much of the conversation, besides this grey woman wanting to speak with someone, and the dark devil telling her to scurry. Actually it was a rather normal day around here. The gold had been gone lately though, and god he missed it. Not that he had an inner desire to be cruel and vicious, but there was so little going on up here it seemed, that this was like a full Broadway show! Stepping up through the ranks, not even paying attention to Arah’s respective distances. Stepping beside her though the gold he feels charge run up his spine and tickle his soul. Pausing he looks to her, but only for a moment before moving on to stand by the dark devil.
It wasn’t exactly for anyone’s benefit around here though. A dark grin paints across the gold’s features. The fun was great, but to have one come so willingly well he couldn’t have asked for more! The gold inhales, but no gears click. A hark twitches and he steps closer. “So leave.” He inhales again, and the gears turn and click. Now he steps back to the dark devil’s side. “Tell Midas this is for his stubbornness against our friendships.” And that there are darker days to come. The golden would personally make sure of that. Did the dark devil care for the interruption? Meh, for once the golden didn’t give a shit. He got what he wanted. He always gets what he wants.
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