we live like thieves
     kings among men

Why the dark Reaper, seething in his icy wrath and doom, always seemed to humor the gold is a mystery. There certainly was a clear threat centered in the horn on his brow. The gold had seen several times where it brought down elk and wolf with its touch. Yet standing before him, he couldn’t seem to keep the smile off his face. Not that he was really trying. This was not some youth’s attempt to prove themselves. He wasn’t needing to show himself grown up or matured. He was far beyond any of that. Perhaps though it was that the stallion standing before him was so utterly is opposite. Not in an irritating way, such as the always bubbly and joyful Johnny, but in a dark way. They were both capable of slitting throats (well, the gold would rather make them want to slit their own throats, much less messier) and overthrowing kingdoms, but in complete and opposite ways. And that was utterly entertaining, because while the dark lord could annoy the gold, the gold also knew he could annoy the Reaper, and yet they could both be satisfied with the ending. How wonderfully strange.

Haldir watched from his place on the side at the two. His moon eyes ever close on the gold but easing. The gold only let his tasseled tail flick at his sides, curling and switching like a cat tail. It was only when Deimos spoke in admittance that the movement paused and a brow raised. He hadn’t been expecting that. Well, he was vain enough to think it, but he had never thought the Reaper would admit it. And yet under their crushing rules of alliance he had been able to do nothing. That suffocating peace was unbearable. With a renewing curl of the tail he wondered if the same pressing weight was felt on the Reaper. The gold had never considered what this hellion could be if he was unleashed. Now that would be an interesting show indeed. It also though made the gold slightly more irritated at his friend (not that he’d admit it). If it were true, it meant that though just as capable as the gold, Deimos held the steadier hand. One able to wait in hiding till called. A skill the gold could call on, but never fully mastered.

The Reaper’s eyes rolled over his coat and the gold, in silence, let them. There were many new things to see upon his coat, especially with all his cloaks cast aside, and the dark stain of sweat making his new bearings bold. The running lines of claws some long and deep still mar his spring coat. Perhaps by next winter’s shed they would fade, but this season they were too fresh to leave him in gold perfection this summer. Even his knees, scraped on the rocks of World’s Edge were light grey and visible. They were usually mars, blemishes, and embarrassments, but before the war lord of Deimos, he was not ashamed.

And then it all came crashing in. Never told why he left. Harks lift up more alert, and the tasseled tail drops dead pan to his heels. Haldir sensing this change, and knowing what dark suspicion raised in the gold’s mind, stood from his place. Yet the gold notes him not, instead his earthen eyes narrow slightly, and his head tilts. His mind feeling out the question, and worse, thinking he knew the answer. “Did Hotaru not tell you?” The idea that the rosen could have gone back to the Basin and never mentioned that he had departed, or at least to that the ever protective Deimos had never asked, had never crossed the gold’s mind.

Questions and accusations began flooding into his thoughts. His hind uncocked and his ears began to fall back, already worried of the coming answer. That she had said nothing? That the tiger’s words were threatening truth. The gold was being played a fool by a lying whore and she would think nothing more of the potential sacrifice of her knight. Tasseled tail flicks hard with the thought and under his skin some anger trembled his shoulder,, trying still to banish those thoughts.   “Did she say nothing of the scars on her shoulder which match mine?” The earthen gold had abandoned all high humor in this tension, giving away possibly more than he should of the inner workings. His inner thoughts. His inner fears.


OOC:: Well that escalated quickly XD

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