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12-25-2016, 11:41 PM
Perhaps he had been too quick to judge. Perhaps he had been wrong? (Never did it cross his mind he was being completely taken for a fool.) But that strong inner core which he was just admiring seemed to crumble in this dark Prince, and the gold for a moment was lost as to whether he should morn it, or celebrate at his powers. It was a pity to see a creature waver when so close, but how could he be sad when his gilded tongue had pulled back one so far from the edge. It was a personal triumph he settled on. So his grin grew as he watched the back of the dark prince. It fooled the gold for a moment. Even though it was a bit dramatic, the gold had not been around the youth much of late. So the judgement against the dark prince’s usual nature was unavailable, and the gold made the mistake of letting distance past replace current context clues. His enjoyment of victory was getting in the way of his eyes, a dangerous mistake. Still, everyone must slip once in a while, the dark prince was playing a brilliant game. It was, in truth, a pity the gold didn’t know it. He’d be rather impressed and proud. The golden waits for the other to come, his own pride soothed from its previous moanings by having the other return to him. Even his hip cocks and tassled tail curls, catching on small shrubs. It is only when the gold flashes in his eyes that he seems to concentrate a bit more. Harks lean forward and his hips straighten back up. Well, well, well….His earth eyes roll over the elegant blade. Beautiful carvings, and design, yet….new…brand new. Not much difference though. It was exquisite, and the gold’s greedy heart did give a few beats of envy. “Found it…” His voice hangs, still looking over the object, but beginning to move on. Erebos had been quite on target, the gold’s senses were first taken by his victory, and second by the false object. Clever indeed. Then he slips slightly. Hoping to return it. The gold at last looks up from the dagger. One hark pulled slightly back, and his eyes more serious and narrow. Here the dark prince’s lie might have been stretched too thin. Though his face wore the right lines, and his lips the right tones, the gold hesitated at the reason. If it was found in a cave, how did he know it had an owner? And though the dark prince could fit a valiant, kind, giving sort….was he that off? The gold had not caught onto the prince’s masterful schemes…but he did hesitate, his mind finally hearing not alarms, but a small chime. He wanted to know more…but if the youth told the truth there was nothing more to tell. It didn’t settle well with the gold. Both harks now face backward in thought. It wasn’t though, why the prince might have thought though. The blade was glorious, stunning, that was certain, but the gold was in truth, quite content with his trappings. Like precious objects he knew his blades, and had all he required. Though this would make an excellent bartering piece, it was not worth risking a great deal for. Instead, what cause the gold concern, pause, was this seeming innocent take. It just seemed too good….too nice…but maybe that was Erebos? After all had he not just praised the youth on his ability to turn away from the darkness? And so the gold was thrown into confusion again. After a final moment, and a decisive switch of the tasseled tail the gold sighs and smile at the dark prince. “Luckily for you Dark Prince-“ He reaches back to his wolven cloak, where he teeth grab and shift the heavy item. He turn glances back, and broad grin on his face once more. “-I have a far better blade.” And then the gold pulls from a sheath a steel dagger, laying it beside the other. Beside one another you might think the gold has lost his mind. But not everything is as it appears. “All that glitters is not gold.” Looking down upon his own dagger in the snow the gold leans down, trying his best to whisper beyond the ears of the other. “The watching shift goes ever on.” The silver blade trembles awake, and instantly a reflection blooms on its surface. Drawing back the gold smiles quite smug at the other. A cloven hoof kicks the blade over to the other, letting it crash into the gilded one. “It can see any creature within many miles.” The range he did not yet know, but knew it not to be too far. “If they have not long gone, there is chance you can glimpse them and what surrounds them if you tilt it right.” Confused or not. Worn of this back and forth or not. Giving out information seemingly for free. It mattered not. The gold stood back with a smug grin on his face, ever pleased with himself. It never mattered for what cause, the gold was always vain enough to feel satisfied simply for having at such easy access what others desired. To have what others wanted. Of course there would be a price…but first he wanted to see just what the darkling was after…. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Thranduil
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