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Laurelin

A groan echos through the mists of the morning. The terror of the labyrinth awakening.

Only he wasn’t exactly shape to be a terror today. The golden head shakes off the night’s drowsiness, eyes shut away in the effort to rise. In this quiet corner of the snow covered world the golden has settled in well. The labyrinthine offered an ideal hiding place. The rolling fog and dark shadows healing the golden soul as it reconnected with itself. That was not proving too hard either though. After escaping the mountains his will rebelled happily in its release. No duties, no guilt. Nothing to hold him back. Except that was, the actual cost of his escape.

As the golden rose cuts, healing but still fresh lined his body. Some of the deeper fiercer ones looked unwell still. Yet time could at least heal these physical inflictions. Sleep could help with the rest. For several days the golden had done nothing but sleep and rest. Haldir, who rarely left the golden’s side in these times, still stood by worried. The winter was not a great time for this change. The golden was growing thinner. Any suggestion by the deer though was shrugged off. There were things however, neither sleep nor time could solve. He may have been able to leave the mountains behind, but there was leaving the rosen ghost which haunted his thoughts and the iron gates before his soul. Especially given their parting the gold was set unease by any thought of the girl. So he did his best to think of her as little as possible. To store her back into some dark corner. To sweep away her footsteps. Only, even with his heightened mind, it was doing little good. Though he would not admit it, even to himself, he was beginning to find that the rosen ghost and the chains she placed upon him were not made of paper as the others had been.

At last though it seemed the golden was waking up from this hibernation of sorts. Today as he rose, stretching out his back and neck, he felt a tremble of curiosity flutter in him. With a return of steady sleep he becoming more mischievous. Today it had woken him from his slumber in a good humor. Crowned head looked about his new dwelling in the maze with bored eyes. The rest had been nice, but now it was time to get going. Now it was time to find something to play with. To stretch out his hand and manipulate.

He calls up Haldir, and prepares to leave, yet then…The golden looks over his poor coat, ragged and torn. His face twists in slight disgust, so he reached down for an old favorite. A wolf hide cloak. With a great familiarity he pulls it on, smiling as he does. It was like a fine glove to complete his perfect tailored look. With a devil of a grin, the golden moves off.

For a while he finds no one. Being left to his own thoughts they began to wonder onto less desired topics (rosen topics). That classic smirk was turning grim until at last heard the heavy breath of another. Sharp golden hark lean forward, and his mood turns humored again. Following the sounds and scents he at last walked around the last wall of shrubs to find his prey at last. Haldir, watched with his usual uneasy silence, as these moments he did not enjoy. The dark stag hung back. The gold, stepping up, yet silent as always, wastes no time on manners, his eagerness getting the better of him. “Who are you?” His Spanish head tucked, but tilted, revealing his mischievous smirk. “And why do you linger?” Oh he was beginning to feel his old self again. The other wouldn’t be bored any longer, and soon would have every reason to admit his unease. Perhaps though it was meant to be that the golden was discovered by a patrol (though he knew not the other's purpose), for it was about time the world knew a real terror lived within the walls of the maze.


OOC:: I could resist! He's so full of himself atm, and even though I have a million posts to do I just couldn't keep away! lol


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thranduil

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Haldir

EZITAL
 
Being as unwilling as he was to turn his back to the Labyrinth, he accepted that the other warrior would approach from behind. Perhaps it would be one of the stealthy bastards and he wouldn't even know until they were upon him. Someone had probably mentioned who he'd be expecting, but it wasn't like he'd recognized the name or that he would bother to remember it. He kept one ear tipped back, listening intently to every sound.

The trees loomed before him, a barrier he had yet to cross, somehow holding onto the dark shadows that lurked in the depths. It was like the forest was waving a giant middle finger to the mid-morning sunlight that tried its best to filter through all the foliage. Perhaps to him as well. Did he really want to leave the warmth that touched his back for that?

He told himself that he was prepared for the worst, but hoped that the worst would at least hold off until back up arrived. But the world of Helovia could never be praised for its sense of timing or kindness to its subjects.

The forest spat out its worst in the form of a scruffy yellow unicorn, strutting around like he was all that. He paused and cast his eyes skyward like the answers might fall onto his head. That would simplify things, for he certainly had no shortage of questions. What sort of demon dressed in the tattered remains of other animals? Was it supposed to frighten him? He didn't feel quite afraid as he did perplexed. When he thought of some beast crawling out of the depths of that forest he pictured a lot of excess hair and horns and possibly some impressive teeth. He couldn't possibly meet his end from a creature that smiled at him like that.

His brain spun like tires in mud trying to make sense of it, of any of it. But the unicorn was speaking to him then, and he forced himself to pay attention and stop gaping like an idiot.

"I'm a warrior for the Hidden Falls," he said, consciously avoiding his name. His title would mean more to the creature, he was certain. The second question was harder. Would it be better to admit he was alone out here, but was expecting company in the form of a much older, seasoned warrior? Or should he say that the warrior was merely around the bend, able to come to Ezital's aid if he wished? He shouldn't need aid, being a warrior himself, but the fact of the unicorn's superior age and height couldn't be ignored. He supposed that should it become necessary, he could outrun the creature.

"I'm waiting for someone," he said cautiously. Simple, no unnecessary details. His words could imply anything he wished, depending on how they were received. Ezital watched the stallion's reaction carefully. It would help him to decide what to do next.

@Thranduil Haha welcome! The more the merrier :P
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