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Thranduil
Those earth eyes looked up and saw only a flash of white. A scream shrieks across the field, and for a second the golden can only groan…Damnit Why him. Why now. Didn’t fate have something better to do. But Haldir cut him short. ”Thranduil! And he was off. Wind whipped back his long white locks and revealed the white leafen star. Cloven hooves ate up the Cliffside, throwing up drying grasses and earth. He was racing towards the edge and towards the girl. The liar, thief, bastard, and dark heart was rushing to the falling babe who only weeks ago he was about to shut out in the cold. The Laurelin was a complicated stallion to say the least. For you see, there had been days long years ago, when the sight of a child did not turn him ill. When his golden coat had a heart to match. And though that portrait had long been shattered, shredded, burned, and forgotten in lands past, ghosts of it still walked with him. Instincts of a prouder heart pulled him. So though his mind groaned at the foolish, idiotic wanderings of a child, he body lunged with all its strength towards the cliff edge. It was a good thing then, that he did not have long to think upon this act, for had he remembered himself, he might not have acted the same. There was however the pesky little problem of a giant cliff. The golden though, was never without a plan. He exhales with force, quickly. And instantly, the gold on his coat is whisked off by the rush and wing to reveal the deep bay. Pain began to freeze up his movements, and his teeth clinch tight to force them on. It crept up his legs, a bubbling of his blood and twisting of his being, bones growing, muscles twisting. He tried to keep it in but as he neared the cliff the pain overwhelmed him, and his own growl of a sound roars out. And thankfully so do two massive black wings. He spies a white figure, but the blurry vision and non-natural movements make it tricky. Immediately the black tips spread wide and pound into the air, struggling to slow his descent but gain directional control. It turns more into a downward soaring, and the gold within his costume can only grimace as he realizes his only option. But there’s not time for groaning now. He tips over, hoping to swoop under the girl midflight and ‘collect’ her. Yet the path was not going to be easy. Even if his body managed to catch her it sent him straight for the cliff wall. A ledge, no larger than three horses flashes in his sight. Teeth grit knowing what was coming next. In a last ditch attempt his bends again, for if he had the child upon him, it would do little good to crush her. Some rescue it would be then. And such a bigger mess too. Hooves scrapped dirt, muscles hit rock, wings flap out of control and pain seared up into his mind. Earth eyes shut tight against it. His head spun so much he could not tell whether he made it or not. When his eyes opened again the world was covered in black dots, and spinning, spinning- He tried to move but the searing pain of a deep cut on his hip washed over him and the world went black completely. The bay Pegasus body shivered in form, then blew away like dust in the wind, leaving the golden still upon the ledge. Now we know why he doesn’t do this sort of thing more often….he was honestly pretty horrible at it. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Tried to leave it as open as possible, let me know if you need me to change anything dear <3 |
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