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Good gods that felt good! His laughter still rolled deep and dark with his high from the sneak. It felt so good, he didn’t even care he got caught. In reality, actually getting the item he sought probably wasn’t even really his main desire. No, it was this feeling. The feeling of being a completely free Golden Thief. No orders. No limits.
For too long he had stood upon the frozen heights, looking down upon those whom he could not touch. Now that was ended. The dogs would be called, and watchmen take warning for the Laurelin had thrown aside his crown of chains, and none would hide from his grasp.
He would settle this day for a near catch, happy enough to be working at his trade once more. Haldir was glad for it as he trotted alongside. Having just reunited after the golden’s rescue of Hotaru, the deer was loathe for harm to come again so soon. So they moved to go, yet as usual, the woman wanted to talk. A smile presses the golden’s lips as he thought, perhaps they could even have a little more than just a cup of tea? Spanish neck curls, shaking his white mane, letting it toss about wild and unruly. In this mood, that was almost a guarantee. So his crowned head turns back and looks for his caller. The stag at his side can only groan, seeing no alternative in the Laurelin’s mind.
She steps up through the white wonderland, a ghost, visible only by the blood staining her. Ophelia. He moves to join her wondering what hole she now slunk into for a home, and if she bore some darker child yet. She was but another weakling blocked from their potential by love, pathetic honestly (his mood blinded him to his same weakness). Before she spoke again his mind rolled through the checks. She was shorter but younger. Stronger, but maybe not as quick. Oh but let’s be real here, this isn’t a test of strength, it’s a game of tricks. He had only glimpsed from afar hers, yet knew they were powers over the mind, and his guard there rose. His tricks luckily had gained new potency, and he would be lying to say he wasn’t eager to test them.
Cloven hooves walk him silently through the snow, stopping within ten lengths, eyeing the field. Besides a few shrubs and the snow it was mostly clear, lovely. His pact was left elsewhere, but his circlet gleamed threateningly. Haldir had come as well. Honestly the deer was shocked, for usually he was kept firmly away, yet the golden had forgotten him for the moment. With his youth begging him to test the strength of his tines he was careful not to remind the gold of his presence, but stayed at his side.
“Ophelia darling…” The sly voice rings. “It has been so long…and I thought you might need a wakeup call from your lover’s bed.” He laugher rolls, the rush of his venture hitting him in a new wave at the teasing. “Don’t you know you’d make a terrible house wife, sweetheart.” Horned head shakes back high, lifting with his hot blood. “And haven’t you heard? I’m a free agent now dearie.” He spat, then it laughs with the edge of madness. “Now none shall be safe, and all know my name. The Golden Thief.” And it began.
He exhales with purpose on his last line, letting gears click quickly and release. The golden coat then shimmers, and his form corrupts to darkness and grows giant. In the end, Archibald form stands tall. “Now don’t pretend you called just for a chat.” Instantly the golden reaches deep within, feeling the heavy orbs pulsating hotly. He grabs at two of them, his mood making him greedy. Teeth grind with the effort to keep it together, but his smile never falls.
Deep, he reaches within them, and powered by his own emotions rips them open. Through the snow rises shards of rock, hovering for a moment, as the gold within the beast struggles to weld all the forces at once. It may spend him, but he did not trust the security and strength of his mind later around her. The shards begin to hum, then shoot forward like bullets. The other force he could not name, only feel, letting the instincts of the magic guide him. Yet by now, if it was within his control, it should be crawling up her legs, turning bone to rock, just as the flying shards begin to ignite. Would they hit he could not say, the magic being so wild under his touch, yet perhaps, just like his stealth, her broken figure wasn’t his highest desire. Though, it would be such a lovely sight.
"lies damn lies statistics"
OOC::
WC:: 798
ATK:: 1/4
INJURIES:: None, though will be a little slow from struggles with Tingal.
Identities:: Archibald, Erebos, Tembovu
Items:: Circlet (polearm, Spark amulet, Moon amulet(containing Ashamin's heart magic))
SUMMARY:: Thranduil faces Opehlia, then shifts into Archibald, and uses his bullet magic and bone to rock magic.
:: [ Magic: Earth (U) | The ability to turn another's bones to stone, causing immobilization or slower movement ]
:: [ Restrictions | Bones are turned to actual stone; the effects will wear off gradually; in battle, attack lasts for 50 seconds. Can only be used once in a post ]
:: [ Magic: EarthxWind | Able to summon and project shards of flint and with such velocity they begin to ignite. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Projectiles fly 10m from body. ]
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[JUDGED] I never call it even [Thranduil Challenge]
