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03-26-2015, 01:03 AM
He had kept a sharp look out over the valley, watching the clouds race across the valley. It was a quiet day, all enjoying the calm. Haldir, having grown more independent, and the gold giving up on him, had journeyed to under the pines to graze, just within sight. The golden gives a sigh though and begins to move to join the fawn on his nice grazing spot when shapes appear on the horizon. Harks lift and body rises. He knew one, and where he was from, the others were not known. Pinning back his ears and letting his tail lash out in thought the golden thinks over what could bring such a company here. All included going down to investigate. Brilliant.
Shaking his head the gold slips from out of his cave and heads down the hillside through the pines. Coming to Haldir the gold nudges the fawn to the cave, but keeps going. The babe watches the golden go with a sigh, he seemed to get left out more than ever now. Still he turns and trots back the cave.
Coming to the edge of the pines the gold exhales with purpose, and his body began to disappear as magic began to tremble through his body. At last, nothing in the world of sight remained of him, and with a grin, nothing of the world of hearing either. Shaking his horned head, the gold tosses it up and in celebration of his ability to slip in without being heard the gold canters down to the gathering. Coming close he does of course slow. After all they still could see the dirt fly if he wasn’t careful. Walking up to the group the gold’s breath is heavy, but it is not heard above the cry of a butterfly. Again, brilliant. This day was getting better and better.
He seemed to have come just in time, business was moving on. Hark lifted close as Bucephelas, the man met in the desert, spoke of the ill fate of Confutatis. It wasn’t a happy grin that rose on those invisible lips, but a grim one, of ill pleasure. To be sure the gold was happy to have the bitch behind someone’s bars. And in fact he was glad it wasn’t in theirs, it was not their problem. No, the gold’s ill turn of mood was due to the nature of this business. First of all, he hadn’t been able to steal her himself (not that he had much chance, the mare being so vigilant against the Basin). But most, the mood was the whole affair. So much trouble had she caused there wasn’t even any pleasure in being rid of her. Typical of her really. Shaking his silent horned head the gold readies to leave this snorefest, but waits. Maybe some curious information might turn up, and he’d hate to miss it.
OOC :: DON'T MIND ME, I's invisible....
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