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It appears no one can. A snort, hot and bellowing of steam rolls from the golden beast. He had said it, but being leveled to a common field was revolting (truly you can see his ego has grown monstrous). The golden had not need to escape himself. He was as he should be and no blemish or scar on his back was unrecognized. (Except for that rather large burnt out bit in the middle of his chest which on principle always went ignored) So as she tried to play her hand against him she got nowhere. No comment. No aggression. Only a snort and nothing more. The golden was not a common thing to be toyed out of his hiding with a common piece of cheddar. He was no mouse. He was the cat. So as the girl steps towards the water’s edge, her tail flick gaining her nothing but pinned ears, he plans a more serious ploy. He exhales, and inhales, gears clicking and turning. One identity washed away in favor of hers, and then it is released once more. As she begins to speak he is stepping away, back from her vision and notice as his shimmering golden form dissolves in the mist to be a small black and violet vixen. Her reflection. Only a wicked grin light her face, and the long full tail swayed with easy. “Liar.” The female hissed. Did he know she lied? Well certainly he not read her mind, but had she not just confessed to be hiding? Had she not changed the subject too many times? Was she not overly on about her answer? Or even if she wasn’t, it was more fun to call her a liar and trouble her pretty head. Besides, it should surely get her to turn around. He straights though, the refined head curving to match the way she carried hers. “If you see nothing here but a mere forest then you are lying to none other than yourself. To me. A very serious crime indeed.” Her head tilts. “You get the execution block for that.” He was joking right? Teasing? Or at least this was all a play. This certainly couldn’t come from actual experience….Because if it had, then he would have done something he actually regretted. The golden would have to be a liar to himself of the worst nature. If he had…then he must have killed off some part of himself ages ago…. But those dark days and dark holes were not in this golden’s mind. No, for this unfortunate soul, he was damnless, and making this too revealing lady as uncomfortable as possible was his only goal. "talk talk talk" OOC:: So sorry its late. Identities: Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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