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04-16-2016, 09:08 PM
Shouldn’t we head back? The pensive, tired voice whispers in. The gold glances back to the dark stag beside him. His look contained the only answer the deer needed. The antlered head dips, silencing any further protest. They were quite far out though. The golden looks south, seeing a mountain just tip the trees. The Veins. Yes indeed they had gone very far from the hallow in the green maze. Soon they would reach the river ending the meadow, and reach the dark lands shrouded away. Not even the golden dared journey in there. Still he walked on, snow silently crunching beneath his hooves.
His mood was a little more reserved today, more sober. After being drunk so long on his rampage of chaos, that really hadn’t accomplished much, he was at last calming back down into his more normal self. A blessed respite the world can agree. Yet the gold was still enjoying going absolutely anywhere he pleased, without reason or worry (which was only a truth in his mind). So that is how he found himself here. He had set off in the morn, digging through the snow for grass, and now he found himself taking stock of the world here. It had been a far off whim that he might come across something interesting, but it seemed the meadow was a little low in that today. There was absolutely nothing out here. Honestly the gold would find a group of deer interesting right now. So when a shout rose from out in front, we shouldn’t blame him for jumping a little forward and picking up the pace in curiosity.
The scene was at first rather hard to put together. Even Haldir’s head tilted in confusion. It was especially hard to figure out once the gold identified the horse responsible for all the yelling. Rikyn. It had been a while since he’d seen the young buck. The last meeting was…not very memorable. Harks flick back pensively as he moves on forward, behind the stallion leaping onto the first rock, yet as the scene unfolded a small grin rose back on the golden’s lips. It was a turtle! A small breathless chuckle rolls out in hot steam. A turtle of all things. Rather oddly the gold had a special place for turtles. It had been one on the beach ages ago that gifted him a magic, and another which seemed to pop up randomly about this land. Yes, the gold quite liked turtles, so he was quite happy to sit back at watch it ruin the colt’s day.
Oh dear. Ears lift back forward and brow raises as he watches the youth’s epic struggle with gravity, and it took every fiber not to burst out in laughter. In fact his whispered hiss of one was quite restrained, especially given his latest escapades. Now the golden moves to the shoreline of the creek. Haldir, who had been watching with a bit more pity than the gold was already there. He looks up to his bonded with a panged expression. The dark stag knows what’s coming, and like a mother who gives the kid a brand new bike, begs him not to race it down the neighborhood hill too fast. The golden only snorts back a reply, of course the kid is going to race the brand new bike that’s what it’s for. The deer can only look back out and sigh.
“Tricky bit of business that.” He at last calls out, the humor lacing over the turn of phrase. Of course he was only smug about the whole thing because he had a bit of a trump card up his sleeve, as usual. The golden exhales, letting gears turn within and click. The golden coat shimmers, then contorts dark. After a moment, Erebos stands on the shoreline where the gold had been, but wearing the same grin as the gold. Striking blue eyes spark with mischief. You see the golden has remembered something very interesting about the prince who’s clothes he now wore. Cloven hoof paws at the snow then steps out over the stream, and sets down firmly on its surface. The grin twists wickedly, as slowly the youth is brought out onto the water’s surface.
Slowly, because it was the oddest thing the gold had ever done, felt, or seen, and that included flying. Though he kept up the mask of calm exterior, inside his gut still clinched as he navigated what was surprisingly a slippery surface in the most unnatural way possible. This he had seen the colt do one day on the ice as magic orb was dropping to the sea. It had been quite spectacular. Now the golden had happily stolen the skill. Coming up alongside the dark youth the blue roan looks to the little turtle. “Ello old chap.” He rumbles out in good humor, not yet seeing the poor thing was stuck (nor the youth’s injury as the water rushed away the blood). Instead he looks to the precariously placed Rikyn. “Surely you’ve learned by now Rikyn, that there are more sophisticated ways to go about the world.” The crowned dark head tilts as was becoming a habit, and those blue eyes sparked with humor. Of course his position was not exactly easily held either. If you looked close his legs were spread a bit far and care as well, and each step was still slow, feigning grace, and gently placed. Still it was a bit of an understatement to say he was pleased with himself.
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