In The Midnight Hour

[PRIVATE] In The Midnight Hour

Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

09-03-2015, 06:39 PM

Gods he was tired. A groan, like a sigh slowly grinds out his vocals, slipping into the night like the release of day. It certainly had not been a quite nor easy day. A full out battle had drawn him from the nest of the Basin out to the falls of blood. And he had gotten so wrapped in battle as to find himself injured from it. Of course, his day had started long before. Many nights these days held little sleep, and it certainly wasn’t peaceful. That was not a topic open for discussion today, but it rested in the weight of the crown upon his head and the absence of a black and white damsel.

Dragging and limping limbs carried him carelessly west and north. With half closed eyes, and mind humming tunes to combat the now dull ache of his burns, it should not be a shock he didn’t end up where he wanted to be. The ground leveled out, and confusion made his eyes rise to see the calm flat moonlit meadow. The heavenly fields. Damn.

There was no way off this plateau but back from the way he came, and body was too tired and ill to make that journey just yet. Besides, with the moon above again and the stars by her side this place was as good as any. With pained slow movements he lowers his head to the sweet spring grass, and grazes. The lush greens tasted so wonderful after the dry sprigs of the Basin. Moving through the field he finally heard something of the other there.

So silent was he, that now noises rang out louder than before. Someone else was eating. Raising his crowned head by degrees he saw a shadow in the grasses. Harks lift around, but he doesn’t shrink away from her. Though the night breeze blew her scent from him, he was sure he had never seen her before (the battle being too chaotic for him to remember well enough). Yet, tired as he was, and as much as his body ached, there was something about her huddled form in the grass. Moving forward with his limp, he sighs out an alert of his presence, and comes to stand beside her.

What does one say? His mind was still such a clutter and jumbled mess, and the sharpness of battle gone had taken his wit with it. Small talk was never in his cards, and certainly today wasn’t one for womanizing either. So instead he just slowly turns his worn neck to her and speaks low and soft. “Evening.” It was very unlike him. Well, unlike him if the Helovia version was the only Laurelin you knew.

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