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04-24-2015, 11:14 PM
It turned out she was quite entertaining. Such a strange mare to be so boring one moment and such a show another. Yes, he was certainly glad he found this one. A smile grows back on his face, as he lets his unhidden emotions play out. Her sweet tone and rich words were ever charming, and at the twist of her voice, when it cracked into thorns and ice, he laughed. Despite the company the golden laughed short and low. Not for the reason you might thing. Of course the little spit fire could throw you about if she wanted, present company excluded. But that she had swirled about so before them, throwing her about like a flying dagger hoping to land a target. She didn’t have a clue what game she was playing, and most certainly not the stakes. That was more than alright though. She knew something better. She knew the rules. So you see, the gold was quite pleased with the little piece of treasure he had brought in. The dark Reaper seemed quite amused and satisfied as well. The gold did wonder how it must feel. How it must be to be such a girl, trying to stand before the giants of the world she didn’t know yet. Of course some of that story may be his ego talking, but he and his ego were the same right? When she turns though, to look upon his face after her roller-coaster tones she finds a very pleased stallion indeed. Of course, he didn’t exactly run the show publicly (behind the scenes was another matter). So the dark demon speaks first, and the gold turns slightly to look, nodding back in the same style. One dark, egotistical cretin to another. He was their Theif. Their keeper. And luckily for this little girl too. The gold did not let just anyone in, and didn’t dare let anyone else touch them. “Could have told you that from the start.” Shifting he seems to take on a business look, ready to be done with this mess. “See where you find yourself useful, but always unseen.” With that he turns. He had little need to tell her specifics. He’d see where her imagination drew her, and slam the book down on her later. Turning he looks back with a wide grin. “And we do so love trinkets and visitors, but best make sure they’re of the right sort.” A quick glance is given to the dark lord, and for the first time, there might just be a hard edge towards him hidden in those eyes. Perhaps the gold in them sharpening. “All herds are closed to pickings.” Then he seems to remember himself, and looks back to her with a most amused grin. “Have fun.” He’ll be watching. OOC:: Yeah so just a quick note, all herds are currently closed to stealths, so only go for outcasts. BUT we could always use a pair of eyes....around. Oh and please let one of the leads, or myself know who you're stealthing. If you need more IC with this, just tag me in a post. =D Wanted to get you out of her and running about as soon as I could! @[Rexanna] @[Deimos] Identity Inventory:: Cashmere, Destry Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, Circlet, Armband, Satchel-hidden (knife, polearm) Thranduil
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