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.