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#1
Thranduil


It was strange. Even as time passed and seasons changed, the feeling remained the same. A grin grows on the dark golden’s lips as he steps on forward into the hedges. The snow about them hadn’t dissipated the eerie fog wrapping the garden maze. And he was glad for it. For several long month he’d slunk through this place and called it a resting place. It was his land for a while, and he had stalked every inch of it. He had loved it. The towering hedges, the mystic fog, and all-encompassing notion that this place was not….good. Those who entered came already with their sense of dread. It didn’t take much for him to stoke the fires. Perfect.

But then not perfect. Which is why he was here. In this land he had also wasted, his talents spent fishing about for trinkets and vanity, none of which he seemed to get. Not that he would admit it to any who asked, but the gold had grown bored…of freedom. It was so much easier to do what he did when there were people about to watch, scream in horror, celebrate in victory, or simply gawk. Tasseled tail switched at his sides contentedly at the thoughts. So that was why he was here. The gold was no fool. He knew what he wanted, so he’d gone after it. What better place to worm his way into than the most booming of lands. Not a bad start. Sure they were the largest, but that wasn’t why he found their lands favorable. They would soon grow too large. Their massive power would have, as always, consequences. Either their enemy list would grow too long. Or they would get tired of holding back their swords. Either way, it would soon be quite a fun place to be…

Unfortunately it came at a price, the King’s son….though that’s not how the gold thought about it. Rexanna’s son, had a better ring to it. Kianzo. Perhaps it was a test, or perhaps just a desperate move, but the gold had quite enjoyed being given a task. A challenge. Not to mention he would see the better end of the deal. A huff of a laugh snorts out as he steps on, making the stag by his side flinch. The current situation brings the gold back to the moment and an eye glances to the stag. The deer had never favored these woods, and returning to them to face whatever held the colt was not an enjoyable thought. Yet he came just the same. ”Are you sure….” The stag questioned, feeling the gold’s eye on him. He got no more of an answer than a stern look. Of course the gold was sure the colt was here. What held the creature he was unsure, but nothing would hold him long. The gold would promise him that. The dagger had shown them only moments before the pale and gold coat against the green snow covered hedge. Perhaps he could not see clearly where he was, but it was only a matter of time.


A scent on the breeze helped, a track in the snow….only a matter of time…. 


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#2
Kianzo
I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
The colt was hurting. Not that he would admit it. No, instead of admitting it to himself or anyone else, he sank deeper into an angry, malicious mindset. Using his magic repeatedly (he now was unfortunately adept at it), he had frozen fawns and kits alike, allowing their mothers to see as Keusi gladly ripped their throats from their necks. Blood pulsed bright red against the snow, slowly darkening to black-brown as steam wispily rose from the hot carcasses while his hyena companion feasted. She was voracious, growing into her large paws and heavy jaw with alarming alacrity. Kianzo could tell she preferred younger meat by the satisfaction that pulsed through their bond whenever he caught her these neophyte meals.

Today, however, shrouded in the mists where he had found their companions’ eggs with Kiada and had found the unlikely friendship in Bellisma, his dark mask slipped. Kiada had replaced him with another colt—some ugly monstrosity—and Bellisma had simply disappeared, as if whatever strange bond they had shared meant nothing.

A small, dark hoof dug a trench in the snow as he pawed once, seeking to rid his mind of the lonely and painful thoughts that plagued it. Instead, he turned attention to the happy crunching of bones that emanated from his striped companion. The creature he had struck helpless with his magic was a strange one—he had made Si wait to kill it while he closely inspected it in its ash-frozen state. The Qilin was small creature, smaller than the colt, with golden scales and bronze antlers. The colt, drawn in by the gold, had almost set it free. Almost.

But, to Keusi’s delight, he had nodded brusquely once, allowing her to leap forward with bone-crushing jaws, cleaning tearing out its throat. The blood spread in a halo around the feasting hyena. The dark prince slowly shuffled forward, nostrils flared as he scented the gleaming, blood-spattered scales once again. His dark muzzle ruffled the bronze mane, seeking to distract his mind from his thoughts.

And then his masked head flew up, sharp blue eyes peering into the mists while his nostrils deeply breathed in the moisture-laden air. But only white met his gaze, and heavy wetness filled his nose.

“Who’s there?” His voice, growing deeper with his age, called boldly and demandingly into the Labyrinth’s mists.
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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#3
Thranduil


There. A track edged one wall of the hedged row and a devilish smile rose as he noted its size. Haldir, sensing them getting closer to what he supposed was the target, began to lag behind. He did not remember the colt as fondly as the gold. Where the Laurelin had been impressed with the child’s magic and boldness, he had quite the opposite reaction. Especially considering he had been nearly on the receiving end of it.

A sound of tearing flesh at the mouth of a hungry beast rose in the spaces ahead. At first the gold felt a waver tremble over him. The idea of coming to find the colt just as he was torn to shreds was frustrating to say the least. Harks pinned back slightly as he steps forward more briskly, his mind no longer trying to hide movement or scent. And just as he was ready to come through the last of the mists, expecting a dead body, he heard a familiar voice….

Well almost familiar. Its audacity, certainty was the same, but it had grown deeper and stronger. Still it couldn’t be doubted. A wide grin grew on his lips that even he was powerless to limit for he had found Rexanna’s son, the lost prince. “An old friend…” Came a weathered yet sly reply and he stepped up through to the scene.

There was a dead body, but luckily for the bounty hunter, not the one he was after. Earth eyes glide over the scene in some casual form as he comes to a halt a few paces away. The colt hadn’t changed much…or at least in some deep way. His shoulders still carried that seriousness, too deep for his age alone. Yet…there was something more. It was small, and flickering, only barely glimpse-able in his eyes and the context of the scene (where he companion mauled some royal looking creature). It was a rage. Not hot and burning, but cold and promising. Some dark place where a child should not have reached. What had brought that out the gold mused….and in some small more malicious part of his mind he wondered, how could he make it grow. Those who held such smoldering fires could easily go through life just fine and boring, but god they made the best entertainment…if you got the temperature just right…

The crown head dips as he halts. “I see you took my advice to practice....”  A spark of gold gleams in his eyes as he reaches out to look at the downed mythical creature. “Baby foxes get too boring?” His tasseled tail switches from side to side, rolling and curling along, cat like. It was only at this point his mind makes note that Haldir is no longer beside him. Without looking about, he checks with the stag to find the creature still in the mists. Having come so close to being in the Qilin’s position, he didn’t fancy getting any closer.

The gold spun a few threads through his brain, letting his fingers tab over them. He shouldn’t, not when there was much at stake, but he couldn’t resist trying to pin point exactly what force had grown in the colt to turn him so much darker…So he shouldn’t…but curiosity got the better of him. . “A grand display of skill you’ve got there now, but not as wonderful without a bit of spitfire flare….” The wild grin taints a little as he looks back directly at the colt. He shouldn’t be pushing buttons, but that’s like telling the hyena before them not to devour flesh. It was instinct. Besides, perhaps it’ll lead to a homecoming without him having to give some gag worth sap speech about worried sick momma and papa.


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Kianzo Posts: 95
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Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#4
Kianzo
I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
A answer called though the mists and while it was vaguely familiar, it was not a true answer. The colt had no ‘friends.’ The very angry loneliness he was trying to escape in this moment showcased that. So his black rimmed ears tilted backwards as his sharp eyes narrowed, while his head slowly rose from the dead, bronze mane he was investigated. He peered through the milky white air, seeking to know who this ’friend’ was.

His golden ears snapped forward as an equally golden body materialized—the Laurelin. And his small, cerndyr companion hung cautiously at his heels. Unmoving, the dark prince watched the gold’s two horns dip down in greeting—though he does not return the motion. Instead, his dark chin jerks once in a combination of recognition and greeting, though his crown never drops.

A ghost of a smirk crossed his muzzle as the man comments on his practicing his magical skill. “I did,” the low, simple affirmation spoke volumes more than it actually said. For the colt to listen to another’s advice, and to not give some malicious reply was truly remarkable. Perhaps he actually held some esteem for the golden man who had beguiled his ambitious mind at a young, impressionable age with his power. Or, perhaps the colt really was just that lonely.

“Babies were always boring,” his deep voice answered cooly, though a gleam in his sharp blue gaze and leaning towards the gold gave away his interest in the Laurelin’s response to this answer, “It’s the mothers that are interesting to watch.” Then a silence fell between the two golden creatures—one powerful and well established in his crafts, the other young and still wanting needing to know his power. Sharp eyes twitched to the coiling, leonine tail.

And then his eyes closed as his gaze darts away at the Laurelin’s next words—so painfully close to the heart of the problem: Kiada. Keusi paused in her crushing of bones and ripping of flesh, her gaze glancing between her bonded and the grown stallion, attention drawn by the sudden, poignant pulse of shameful pain through her dark prince.

“Fire burns fine on its own,” now his deep voice grew surly, bordering on dangerous anger, “Besides, I think that fire has found another to keep it company.” A hard, short snort pushed past his nostrils as his gaze (now a glare) returned to the wily, cunning gold pits before him. A small, dark hoof struck out slightly at the carcass at his feet, peeling away some of the golden scales, “Why are you here, Laurelin?” Then his jaw set in an eerie (but much darker) resemblance to his father.
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#5
Thranduil


It wasn’t exactly a happy greeting, but then, watching the colt, he wouldn’t expect anything else. One hark rests backwards as he lets himself play through the threads of gold he had thrown out. Pity he did not yet grasp what affect he had over the young son. The affirmed reply was treated without much regard, perhaps one day the gold would realize its worth, but there was just so many other things to play with here. How could he possibly concentrate one just one.

Yet he does catch the boy’s next reply. Even in the gold felt some chill in his breast rise at such a bold statement of enjoyment of torture. He dares not give it away. Only letting a huff of humor and the same trained smile leak through. Yet inside his conviction that something darker lay in that youth’s head, only grew. There was potential there, so much. But even the gold could recognize when he was playing with some dark force. Like the first discovery of nuclear fusion, his senses rose in the sense of danger pricking every nerve. He was not fearful of it, in fact he quite looked forward to play with it, but oh the damage it could do. If only he knew just was buttons to push….

Bullseye. The colt’s eyes look away and the companion pauses. It’s hard not to let a little devilish curl of his lips rise as he sees the colt so affected by even the barest suggestion of his sister. Yet he doesn’t push anymore as it takes a moment for the youth to gather. He lets the thought sit in his head, echo, and rot. When he speaks the gold blinks away, as if he never intended the results at all, and the voice of darker black are unusual. Ever a manipulator, a player, and ever entertained by his own games.

The crowned head tilts as he listens to the other and feels the more heated gaze return to him. An idea threads through his mind once more and the gold hums in acceptance of the answer, but nothing more. Instead his gaze leaves the youth, though one hark ever trails him, and he moves forward with a seeming indifference, as if the meeting were casual, when all who look upon could see the dark forces swirling between. He walks slowly, without hesitation, as he comes around the group. Haldir, reluctant to get closer, does not follow. He hangs back, knowing better than to reveal his fearful truths, but unable to follow his bonded closer.

A dull wallop sounds of something hard hitting flesh and it takes every trained nerve not to look towards the youth. Every desire to restrain from seeing what was unfolding there….A questions leaps out, and the name ringing with it settles ever so beautifully on the gold’s ears. Another huff of humor rolls out, and the smile regrows. “Call it…a check in on an investment…” The grinning gold turned his head back, as his gold eye spark. “You’re not as easy to forget as you might think.” He lets a brow raise, wondering what affect such thoughts would spurn upon the youth. Wondering how the ashen heart would react to such suggestions.

His head turns back away, looking instead to gaze to a small vine wrapping up the wall of hedges on the other side. Though he keeps one ear on the colt, and an eye through Haldir. “It appears your twin has seen the terrible error of her ways.” He looks closer as the vine as if studying it. “Your whole family in fact is apparently quite grieved. Your father so desperate he’s even called on me...to help.” He lets it all fall out to the colt as some full factoid, as if there wasn’t much in it. As if the gold could keep his distance. Though he lets his tone underline the last phrase. That part didn’t need exaggeration. If Tembovu was reaching out to the gold…it was doubtful the poor elephant even slept at night. “I’m no expert on the matter, but I rather think they miss you.” At last his gaze turns sharply back, its earth eyes calm, but hidden deep, a hunger to see the effect of those words.


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Kianzo Posts: 95
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#6
Kianzo
I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
“Call it…a check in on an investment,” the dark prince began to bristle, already on the verge of dangerous anger from the Laurelin’s rankling bout Kiada. And, had he known such prods were on purpose… However, he did not (yet) know the entire depth of the gold’s ability to manipulate, and his next words, “You’re not as easy to forget as you might think,” resonated an unlikely warmth in ash-gold colt. Kianzo had been too lonely for too long to be immune to such words.

So it was with sharp, but warm, eyes that he carefully watched the Laurelin retreat away from him. His dark, angry heart leapt into his throat—‘Wait!’ he wanted to shout command of Thranduil— surprised by the need to not be left behind. But he tried to quell the longing, attempting to quash any need out of his heart and shove it back into his small, cold, dark chest. Though, being but three season old, he wasn’t sure how well he accomplished such an endeavor. Relief filled his dark, icy veins with painful heat as the gold looks back to him—though the gaze is on a vine instead of on the colt, he does not miss the ear pointed towards him.

“It appears your twin has seen the terrible error of her ways.”

He freezes with his eyes boring into the gold’s profile and his ears quivering in their strain forward. “She has?” The question was out of his lips, his strong voice pushed out before he could stop it and think about his anger and their perceived betrayal. But his eyes quickly crease, ears tilting backwards as his gaze darts away, “—I mean, how do you know?” His bright gaze skitters from the carcass at his feet to the the gold.

Though the thought of his entire family missing him is a boon to the colt, the one that truly mattered is Kiada. His other half. So that, of all the tidbits the Laurelin gave that the colt was yearning to hear, is what he grasped onto. His jaw clenched and unclenched as the remainder of what he said sank in: his father asked Thranduil to find him… “So you’ve found me. What now?” His voice was bold—challenging almost, though a wanton hope still boiled in his veins at the web Thranduil wove for him— eyes once again staring at the gold.

Keusi’s sharp, blue eyes that had begun to follow Thranduil the moment he started moving, left the gold’s easy strides for the now-abandoned Haldir. Her blood-drenched jaws stretched slightly, thick teeth grinning in a deadly grin as she looked at the cerndyr from across the dead, antlered Qilin at her paws. Her claws sank eagerly, wantingly, into the lush, blood-soaked soil. Despite eating her fill of the elegant bronze beast, she was glutton for fresh, hot meat.
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#7
Thranduil


No reply comes to the warm suggestion that the colt was memorable, but it didn’t have to. The gold watches that idea spread over the youth. Seeing it quell the tricky danger that risen at his tease. It makes his tasseled tail curl tightly low. Bingo. An accelerator, and a damper. All he needs. Perhaps this truly was becoming an investment…

It made his glances away from the youth all the harder to stand. He knew how he desired the gold’s attention, but how much would the colt desire that of his sister, or his family’s? Fortunately for him, the youth had much yet to learn, and let it slip. It seals the deal even further. It was the twin, the spitfire sparked the ashen’s heart. How deeply had she crushed it he wondered. He had said that she’d found another, but he doubted they were even one yet. Petty children squabbles perhaps…and yet…the youth had taken them so seriously, let them corrupt him perhaps? Had such a thing created that dark place? What a curious thing…

A jumping correction lifts from the one behind him. And he resists the urge to laugh. It was too late for that. The shame of the reveal underscores the guilty sentence. He knew it was a weakness to reveal that information, but it was too late to hand that weapon back. Still, there was quite a list growing of things the colt would need to learn. Though it seemed, he was a quick learner at least. The gold breaks his study of the vine to turn his head back for a moment. His delight continued to see the attempted look of indifference. “Well absence does make the heart grow fonder, Ashen.”

He lets his head raise in thought, eyes wander as if in a memory. “She searches the hardest for you…” Now that perhaps he didn’t know…but he did know what the colt wanted to hear. “Found me for the King, a tricky endeavor.” His gaze turns back to the vine, though it pained him to do so. It was dangerous to speak like this and not know how the words fell, but his indifference might be the price to turn lies into truth. “Poor determined dear seemed a bit desperate…It didn’t suit her.” Or he imagined it wouldn’t.

The conversation moves on though, and it is only when the colt questions him that he looks to see what he has created. He knew the clinched jaw of the elephant king well enough to see its traces, and make the boldness of the father coursing through the youth veins. It trembles with a dare, a challenge. And it was not entirely something the gold wanted. He needed the colt, but he wouldn’t dare drag the youth back. Not after he found such fun little quirks. He needed him to want to come…

Haldir watched the pair, ignoring the manipulations of his bonded. He hold steady as he can. The gold had at least taught him a little skill. Yet as the hyena looked up and locked his gaze the stag felt the rising tide build in him. His instincts fighting back what he knew was expected. ”Thranduil…..” It warned, but there was only a firm simple command in reply. ”Hold” The stag let his head rise in defiance at the stare and attention of the predator. It was a bluff, but also a trust. The gold hadn’t let harm come before, and he wouldn’t again….he hoped.

It took only seconds for the gold to craft a plan. To twist and bend it all into place. “Well that Ashenheart, is entirely up to you.” The gold turns back to face the colt again fully. Letting his wicked grin slip into a more serious gaze. What a clever guise, give the colt a choice when clearly he hasn’t one. Not too shabby. “Though I will say this….you can’t hide in these hedges forever.” It wouldn’t have been pointed advice for him only months before. “You know what you desire. And it’s not here. You can’t win her back by hiding. You’re no coward so don’t act like it.” Each word draws and lassoing out to grab the colt. “Not to mention this place has a terribly lack of fodder…so small.” His eyes glance down to the Quilian, looking at it as if it was nothing more than another baby kit. “You’ve found control, now don’t lose potential.” He lifts his head back up, drawing back and letting his small thin smile grow back again. “So you tell me….what now?” His own nerves bristled, magic pulsing like a hot blade in his hand. It was a terribly dangerous game, but good god it was fun.



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Kianzo Posts: 95
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Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#8
Kianzo
I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
His head tilted sharply—absence had made his own heart grown darker…but perhaps fonder, too, if he really thought about it.

His ears tilted backwards, “She wasn’t looking for me at the Endless Blue. She was with Ru’in,” he spat the name, an unsurprising amount of malice put into the word. “I wouldn’t stop looking for her,” he continued, a surly hypotheses that he, in his youth, is foolhardy enough to declare. But, as always, there is an edge to his deep voice; as if to imply that this proclamation was more than just a young colt’s promise.

But, despite the simmering dissent in his words, the thought of Kiada being ’desperate’…of finding Thranduil to help find him. One can nearly hear the icy angry cracking at the warmth of affection that flood past the dam of indifference and isolation he had built in his small chest. Keusi gave a small yip in response—she’s not sure she likes this feeling, she was much happier with the two of them, alone, and on the angry prowl. Her sharp gaze narrowed, flicked to the aloof golden, before crouching and ready to unleash this uncertain annoyance on the cerndyr—

’No.’

The command rang strong and firm through their bond, keeping her paws tethered to the blood-soaked carcass. She whined and gnashed her teeth—but the dark prince is not looking at her. He is looking staring at the Laurelin. His black rimmed ears twitch at the name he gives him—a fitting name, a title. A harbinger of success and power. All things the colt aspires and years for. The colt, unknowingly, plays right into the Laurelin’s expert, well-practiced hooves.

His ashen chest puffs out slightly, as if to emphasize that he was deserving of such a title. And he is given a choice—a choice phrased in a challenge that he willing answered, “I am no coward, Laurelin,” again, his hoof strikes out, hitting the Qilin’s mangled flesh, “I am a Prince, and I will have my Princess beside me. I deserve this, and so does she—not some monstrous filth.”

Though the word he used—’hiding’—it rankles him, so he tacks on, “I was not ‘hiding’,” he snorted, “I was hunting the Minotaur.” Though from any other colt, such a boast would be just that: a boast; however, with Kianzo, the dark conviction and ambition in his voice revealed that it was more of a promise. He also, more quietly, added, “We found our companions here…” his deep voice trailed off as he glanced away, into the mists, and began to start out of the Labyrinth. Though his ears followed Thranduil, making sure that the gold would accompany him.

Keusi, hungry eyes still on Haldir, ripped a bronze antler from her meal and carried it in her mouth. Her sharp teeth made dangerous creaks around it as she trotted darkly after the prince.
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#9
Thranduil


His mind stored every drop in voice, every whispered thought, and silent gesture. It was not lost on him that there was some deeper tale to tell about this sense of abandonment, and the colt’s detest of it. It wasn’t that strange though. One such as this one couldn’t have too many friends among most happy go lucky fillies and colts. Even when he was younger the child had had a sense of…difference. And though Rexanna clearly loved them, it wasn’t returned as clearly. To feel the one person who actually understood him, betray him. Even if imagined, which he didn’t think it was entirely so, could be quite a wound. The loneliest man in the world is not one who lose their 10 close friends, but the one who loses their only one.

The name was one though he almost didn’t catch. Ru’in. He’d never heard such a name. It wasn’t unusual, Helovians seemed to spawn more children than rabbits these days. Yet he carefully filled the name away as the conversation continued.

A vibe rattles from his companion which interrupts the conversation. Haldir’s bravery was wavering. Though the gold had turned slightly away, he lets his head tilt back just enough to see the hyena….crouching. A whisk of his tail is subtle but a strong clue. ”Hold.” He whispers through. The deer snorts at the crouching predator in another bluff, and a dark mist was beginning to swirl about his crown. Even the gold’s hand was on the handle of his magic, and then-The dog whines and drop it. Attention turned elsewhere for the gold, but Haldir let his head drop slightly, and his heart raced inside his chest.

It was hard to finish his most serious piece given the colt’s reaction. The puffed chest, the proud gaze. Even before he opened his lips, the gold could see the words seeping in. Like a snake of a worm they bore into his thoughts. As the hoof strikes out in defiance, the grin returns quite happily. “I didn’t think so…” It was a whisper, and he nods to the reaching for claims. Nods in agreement and acceptance. A willingness to help. When his head rises again, it’s with a spot of mischief. “Then it is time to prove it. Time to return.”

But it seemed there was something still unsettled for the colt, and the gold is patient in waiting for it. He would not push the colt anymore today. What he finds is quite a surprise. A minotaur? What on earth would the colt be doing with a minotaur? He finds it almost humorous, but not as the colt might worry, impossible. In fact… “A worthy target...,” he mused. “…though perhaps this Ru’in might need more of your attention.” Yet the last comment comes as more of a concern. Another weak link revealed towards his twin. Honestly, if the colt would be any use, he’d have to shape him up a bit. The gold says nothing though, letting the confession trail off as he steps forward with the youth. He passes Haldir, saying nothing, and follows on. To the Edge. All with the biggest Cheshire grin you can imagine, because not only had he found a lost colt, and his ticket into the Edge, but also a new project. As they walk through the hedges his more chipper voice speaks. “Perhaps now’s the time for a few of those lessons you asked for…”

Haldir watched them go, and his eyes never let the Hyena. It took ever skill in his bones to not flinch as he heard the sickening crack of the antler being ripped from the carcass. As they headed out the stag never let his moon eyes leave the predator, only after the mist had swallowed them did he dare exhale. It felt like he’d been holding his breath the whole conversation. Quietly he stepped forward to the poor shredded creature. Not known to him, but he’d seem them enough here to call it a distant relative. His antlered head falls to the bloodied head, and his steamed breath rolls around the one that looked so like him. Some version of a last rites. Then the stag turned and walked on to follow his bonded, his heart heavy and tense.



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