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05-24-2015, 11:21 PM
He wanted to be mad, damnit. It was easy to be mad. You fuel the fire and it blazes up and out of control, and anyone who might have made you feel guilty has burned in its wrath.
At first it seemed that red dyed mare would let him burn the whole forest down with that inner anger. Her soft whisper of his name purred against him. In his twisted mind of lies it showed her bowing to his smooth attitude, his ability to make reality into lies. Had he known its true cause, or how she truly felt about him, it might be a very different picture. Not that he would have dropped the whole charade, but the need to prove himself would have been already won, and no purpose would have drawn him to be as warm and generous as this crafted mask. As she speaks up though the gold ignores her words. Looking instead down to Haldir, who still drug the cloak. Inside the golden grumbles to see it drag the ground, but it was best that no one knew its powers. So while the red dyed mare starts he takes it from is bonded and shoves it in a pouch under his cloak.
Haldir, relieved of his charge, moves forward into the group. The deer had always been of bold character, one of the few things the golden didn’t mind about him. The dark deer moves forward, his head low at first, but it comes up slowly to look at the new mare. Ophelia he knew, but this mare was new, and those were always greeted first. The little tail began to wag, and his bright face looked up to her. He could see the scars that marred her body, but they didn’t mean much to him. In his short life, though he had indeed recently seen pain, he knew not those lines to be the mark of them.
The gold always tolerated such behavior by Haldir here. Who could resist a strange with the most adorable puppy? This though wasn’t a normal visit, Ophelia was here, and she was starting to open her mouth just a little too wide. He was fine with her praise, whatever, trying to equal him perhaps. But her criticism finally got his attention back to her. For the first time since he walked into the gathering his smile dropped slightly, and those chocolate eyes flickered with the hard earth of their reality. His irritation at her flaming up. But they are not alone, and the golden curtly nods, his warm looks returning, to confirm the reality to the newcomer, while silently grumbling. True the Basin was a frozen hell, but she didn’t have to say that!
The inward annoyances of the gold almost washed out what she said next. It took a moment to connect back the conversation. They were talking of the Moon Goddess, and this discretion to speak continued to fan the flames. Mired in tragedy? The mare murdered over eleven innocent mortals just to prove she could! Now the gold was all on her side, wave the flag or whatever, but this truth he knew the white mare to know. She herself had witnessed at least one murder scene. He wanted to turn and trash her little picture of the Goddess into the trash, but unfortunately he had made too nice of a guy in his lies to do that. Pity.
Then there was a pause, and the golden noticed it little for he was looking at the newcomer, waiting. But Ophelia had not finished. Her soft sound, pulled a golden hark, and then his head. She was not speaking to them, but to him, and it confused him. One hark still fixed on the waiting mare, but the rest of his attention was absorbed in this most curious moment of the red dyed. Her words were disjointed, and slow. His crowned head tilts slightly, and smile drops a little as he considers her, confused. What was she doing? The golden could not comprehend. In his mind twisted by ego, vanity, and vengeance, they were at a small battle, and she had fired the first shot earlier. What in hell was she doing waving a white flag?
She was dumping water all over his lovingly cultivated flames. Not that he enjoyed being angry, but it was always a he had built it up so in order to stand here with them. Now, with her compliments? And apologies? This mare was completely different from the one who had sassed herself out of the Basin. Then she had laughed, not even trying to fake remorse. Not to mention you would have thought the gold was two separate creatures to her that day and this. Tasseled tail switched at his sides, but he made no other movement. In a strange moment, so rare in his time, he was stuck. This is what he wanted. Her to admit her tragic decision and proclaim his skill the best. That he would be the lead to contend with. He had thought it would come after a long convoluted plot, a show of his force and power. He liked to keep to the shadows surely, but this had called him out. It was a pity then, that it had come too late to change what was done. That’s right, what was done is done. The golden’s head straightens back. Though he could find nothing but smolders there in where his flames had been, waiting to devour her, he still was not about to puddle in front of her. The golden would not be caught. He had a reputation to keep, and he would not be preyed upon by words. He of all knew their power, and he would not be caught under them. He did not trust her. Not even when all the signs were there it was the truth.
He would have said nothing. His anger having been quieted with her admissions, but also his distrust keeping him from recognizing it. But they were not alone. Earth eyes glance to the new mare and back. It was a shame she was here, he was pulled to follow his line of lies and actually respond. “Thanks.” It was disjointed, though only one word. Not a word he said normally either. Did he mean it? It was hard to tell, as he wrestled with his own confusion over the moment. Most doubtable, it was a lie, like all the others perhaps. Still, it was not the rage of terror and power that he had imagined would follow it. All in all, to see another crumble, who he had expected to be so strong confused him, and made him all together wary.
But of course they weren’t alone. The mare speaks up and the golden welcomes the distraction. He turns away from Ophelia, trying his best to forget the awkward moment passed between them. Of course what the mare had to say didn’t exactly excite him either. Seriously, today was just not working out very well. But he was a nice unicorn, he smiled and was kind. Just like the Basin was full of daisies and rainbows. With his warm expression returning the golden’s head only nods, and spins a cute phrase. “Of course. You are welcomed to visit anytime.” Lucky for her she had a horn, so it was a complete lie. Oh god no, she was telling her sob story. It took all the skill he could muster to let concern lace his face. He stood with tassled tail beginning to flick about is hocks again, as he tried will all his might to seem the least bit interested. It was good thing he had practice doing it, and to his knowledge he played it rather well. When she finishes up the golden has decided he is quite done with this. Even the satisfaction of throwing out the Moon Goddess’s recent deeds seems like a waste of breath and time. Not to mention he still felt unease about Ophelia. So instead of a putting the effort to toss about his wit he only nods and replies. “Most are.” And says nothing more, ready to move on and get out of the awkwardness he had been caught in.
OOC :: Sorry for the wait, and please forgive him for being an ass. XD @[Ophelia]
Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, hawk necklace, circlet, satchel (dagger, pole arm)--Haldir is holding the invisibility cloak
Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere
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