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01-02-2017, 05:49 PM
The hesitation yields reward. Though nothing changed upon the face of the dark prince, he signals that was all he needed to know. Earth eyes spark with suspicion, for in taking his information too quickly, the youth revealed himself. He should have waited perhaps, given time for another to be named. For while his ending of the trip through the looking blade did not yield the truth, it exposed the lies. Yet the gold was ever so curious still, wanting to bait ever more. “It is a mane and face of white, with a coat of red. That is all I can see.” The gold takes he blade then again in his teeth and moves to slide it back in its place under the wolven hide. Perhaps he expected to much…but he thought the world knew by now he didn’t give out information for just a simple thank you. Harks pin back as he looks again to see the back of the dark prince. To see the willy companion pick up the gilded blade. No. Teeth grind back in his skull. “Erebos!” It snarls, with a vicious threat. The use of the young stallion’s name signaled a shift in the mood of the conversation. “Do not dare make the mistake of taking me for that much of a fool.” Had he only realized what a fool he’d been made into it perhaps would have been harder to accuse the dark prince as he walked on. Yet even still, to turn your back in front of the gold before it was…safe, was like dangling a dare in front of him. Some darker being now took over his features. The monster Erebos knew was behind the smiles and teases was coming out at last. It didn’t matter if the dark prince stopped or not, the gold continued to snarl. “There is no blood on that blade or you.” It came down as an axe, cutting the webs the dark prince had spun. Daring him to deny the bluff. He would have time later to marvel at how this young stallion had done it, but for the moment the gold could only comprehend that the young buck had used him without paying even the smallest price of information. His head twists, accusing, hissing. “But there must be some in your mind to match his.” Then the gold changes tack, his anger, simmering, pulling back into something darker, for he begins to see the muffled forms of the truth. Erebos was hunting someone…for something dark…but what? The vicious beast he had become eases back as quickly as it came, and a smug grin rises once more. “You’re wasting time. Go. Northwest.” It still breathed of smoke and threat, but no longer did the fire roar after it. “But you’ve still a price to pay. I expect a fascinating story soon enough dark prince.” And then the gold turned himself. He let him go. Had Erebos even listened? Didn’t matter. (Well it did, but the gold was trying to clean the mud stained pride.) Snorting the gold shook his crowned head and headed off. Let Erebos find his man, the gold would keep an eye. The gold had been the one to see the beast in the blade afterall. Setting off at a trot he kicked himself off with the lingering frustration still clinging to him, but promising himself the last laugh…just perhaps tomorrow. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Thranduil
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