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01-01-2017, 08:12 PM
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He was as usual, quite pleased with himself. The gold had quite a lovely trick up his sleeve to help with the task at hand. Sure he might grab some bones later, but the fun part here was certainly not in the recovery service, but the demolition crew. He was headed south, just past the Rotunda, when he saw a dark shape slip into the paths leading further south. Alone. Harks lean back and he pauses. Haldir follows his train of thought, looking as the figure slips on. The gold, for his part, shakes his head and goes on. Not wanting to get involved. Yet Haldir had a much kinder heart. ”Follow.” The stag does not follow his bonded as he sends his request. The golden shakes his head. ”He’s fine.” Yet the stag looks back to where the figure has been, his face more concerned. Perhaps the golden and the dark prince were not best of pals at the moment, but he knew better than to think the gold cared nothing for the weight of the youth. And certainly the stag knew the danger of letting one grieve alone. ”Doubt it.” Again the gold pauses, his harks pinned back. His own mind was weighed by the loss of the Reaper as well and he needed no reminders. He was not a cheerleader, or even a therapist….but he was a showman..and he did need an audience. Perhaps it was the truth, or perhaps it was the excuse he needed. Turning round the gold follows the tracks of the dark prince towards the veins, with Haldir happily trotting alongside. He had waited in the wings for a moment, watching. Yet when Haldir presses into his bonded’s thoughts, he finds nothing much. The gold holding them close. Then, as the companion went on, the Laurelin suddenly moved forward. “Fine day for some destruction.” It came chipper, and light, as if nothing had happened. And yet, the gold’s presence here said something had. Perhaps the youth would be annoyed. Angry. Wanting anyone but the golden to be here in his grief. And yet, that idea didn’t stop the gold. Anger was better than staring listlessly at lava pools. He had to admit as well, the heat searing from these rocks felt wonderful. For the first time this spring, the gold could feel his body defrosting. Earth eyes glance to the youth, with his smile flashing. “Come now, you can do better than that.” With that tease, the gold set about his work. He exhales slowly, letting the gears click and unlock within. His form falls away as sand, and beneath it is found the bold buckskin. It had been a while since he’d worn another’s clothes. He forgot how strange it was to change the height and feel of the world. Yet it wasn’t for those pesky changes he had stolen this particular identity. Instead it was a magic he had witnessed years back, a rather…explosive memory. Reaching within he found a hot orb, pulsating and feeling on the breaking point already. He reached in, but instead of having to wrestle it out as he sometimes did the magic practically burst forth, even before he’d had chance to aim it. A laugh burst from his lips as he sees a rock near the build up burst from its settings, exploded upward and smashing into the wall of trunks. Damn. No wonder the girl had such spunk if she felt her magic so violently within her like this. More prepared this time, the gold within the buckskin reaches back once more, and this time the aim is better, and another explosion rocks the damn of trees near its middle, making quite a hole. With a brilliant smile the buckskin looks back to the dark prince. “Your turn.” "Speech" Tag;; OOC;; Identities;; |
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