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05-26-2015, 10:13 PM
What in hell’s name was he doing?! This was the king of thieves, not the king of others. Standing before the Reaper, waiting with sharp eyes still hot with anger, the golden was acting most unusual. Well, unusual compared to the man of shadows, the man who’s only actions towards leads were false smiles and humors. Now he stand here ready to accept if it is offered? He stands tall and broad to try and prove it was his to take? It seems most unreal, most unnatural, but it all the power of anger. The golden never did bear the fires well in his soul. He let them burn too hot or too large. He let them lash out uncontrollably, such as in the spar with Thor, or let them push him to things he would never do, such as this. If he had not been angered, and no slight made, would such course still be his? What if are for children and fairytales, but in this there is a true question. He as a man of shadow and sneak, but he was also a lover of power. Was that enough to push him to it? No. There, hiding under rocks and mountains forming the base of the fires of anger is another truth. He was a manipulator, a destroyer. Chaos haunted his steps, and was under his hoof to direct. Since the first day he had come to these mountains, and had to prove his skills, even against the dark devil standing here, he had promised to worm into it. Like termites he would find the wood and eat it through. He would grind in unheard and unseen. Up he had risen and now was at the precipice. That was powerful enough to drive him to this choice. He would have the ultimate hand, the higher voice, and no one could question his slow, but steady workings to undo it all. Of course, this what if, did not hold Hotaru at his side. As the mare steps back to Deimos the golden let’s his gaze turn to her. It did not hide the hard look it laced upon her at first. This pink spy. She was a threat. She had always been a threat. Perhaps she should take it as a compliment. Her skills were (not just spoken of) but proven to be at par with his. While the golden might have curled about Illynx those seasons ago, Hotaru had been fondled by Ophelia. It spoke greatly to their differences. Yet under the red queen’s hand she had not just gone par but, the golden reluctantly admitted, excelled. Worse of all though, she proved in their short conversations she was not to be fooled, or cohered. The golden would get nowhere with that one keeping him on a short leash. (She might not have, but the golden assumed her to be so likeminded as he that she wouldn’t dare trust him otherwise.) That was a very unpleasant thought. He would not have her ruling over his head. So looking over her, and forseeing his future, the golden’s hot fires of anger were joined with reason. The golden turned to watch the last of the white mare go (as Hotaru whispers in the dark devil’s ears). When he turns back he waits. His pride and ego far too large to second guess what was coming. The Reaper waits long enough to ask. Then the question slides through. When it there though, in front of him, the golden hesitates. It was planned to be the first to sound out the affirmation, but he had not prepared to be offered one third of the crown. The change paused him. Looking to Hotaru the thoughts of before pass by and he remembers the dim future of her holding over him. “Ladies first…” He smiles, the first of the gathering. If she said yes, he would have no choice. He would let the anger fully take him, and throw himself into the fires. If she said no….he never got a chance to find out. Hearing her acceptance, sealed his own. “With pleasure.” The phrases throwing into play the differences between the new lady beside him (could he really call her lady? Doubtable, more like a stallion than any mare he’d met). With that the pride outran the anger, and the golden’s already crowned head rose and settled back, with a small smile playing on his lips (what? he couldn’t help the love of power). Now they were set. Now they would rise. Did the golden realize what had just done? Time would tell. OOC:: Wardrobe:: circlet, hawk necklace, satchel (blue cloak, pole arm, dagger, armband) Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere "talk talk talk" Thranduil
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