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01-02-2017, 06:08 PM
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The gold was too engrossed in his games to watch the dark prince very closely. But the dark stag by his side was not. It was his kind heart which had dragged he gold here. He watches as the eyes remain listless, and not even a flicker awakens the young stallion. It draws his eyes and mood down. Then it gets a bit busy. Haldir tried to warn him. The stag, having been startled by the outburst of magic had taken a few steps back, and he heard the other approach before the gold. He almost though doesn’t bother as he sees a dark shape trail behind the new arrival. Large deer like ears pop up as the second explosion rocks the scene. Yet there was deer, just like him. The moon eyes glance to the gold, and back to the dark figure trailing Rikyn. Not since Ashamin had he seen one of his kind, and asking the gold to search out that stallion was like asking for the bomb to please blow. So the deer must be forgiven for his inattention to the rest of the world, as he calls to the other across the small pool. The Laurelin, within his buckskin clothes couldn’t be bothered. This was way too much fun. The full black tail of the vixen he inhabits swishes with play and horned head tosses up with a mischievous spirit. Perhaps the other grieved through work and comradery, but the gold healed through sass, trick, and all manner of trouble. Only when the stag calls out does the blue eyes turn to look upon the dark figure of Rikyn. The vicious smile of the gold tames slightly as it sees the two princes of the north together again. He had wondered, especially after that time at the river with Rikyn, how their relationship faired. If blade brothers could really last. It seemed it could. And even the Laurelin had to admit, he was glad for it. Anything coming from those two would be a right treat to watch. Though it appeared, neither were in the mood. “Pleasure as always Rikyn.” The gold practically laughs at it, humored so much as he was by the two and still feeling the literal explosive magic pressing in him. Begging to be used. He was just about to indulge himself once more when a screech rises from behind. His smile never even drops though as he turns to see a mirror. Or rather a mirror with the grin turned upside down. He had never been caught red-handed. Always the creatures he borrowed clothes from either knew it or never saw it. Those who didn’t know but saw were much rarer. Then again though, you have to ask, he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it either, with his bombastic explosions. So though you may think the gold ashamed for being caught, or angered by the end of his fun, you’d be quite wrong. Not that he was looking forward to talking himself out of this, but his laughter only grew to see her worked up over it all. The black horned head rises and tilts slightly as she demands…something. He wasn’t even sure what she wanted? An explanation? Not needed. An apology? Ha, good luck with that. A fight? She might if she asked nicely. A scene? Oh most certainly. “Hello to you too darling!” It said in her voice but twisted in the drops and highs of the gold’s mannerisms. He turns fully to her, letting his eyes fall all over her, and showing not a bit of shame. “You’re looking especially lovely today.” Haldir then sends a pulse of thought through to the gold, and it draws his eyes to merely glance at the gathering happening elsewhere. The Princes were together, and the dark prince seemed awakened, was talking. He had not time for comment or reaction to the matter, but the gold couldn’t deny some taunt string within him loosened its tension to see it. But of course, they were here to work, not muck about in idle chit-chat. “Excuse me dearest but there is work to do.” He doesn’t wait for her to lead, he had to have a bit more fun before it was sure the girl would have enough and he’d loose this most fun ability. The Laurelin reaches back in once more, and it only took a tap, like the popping of a bubble and another explosion rocked the trunks and limbs. There wasn’t much left of the wall, shame, party was almost over. The crowned head hisses in its humor as it turns back to where the buckskin girl had been. He was well aware though, he’d needed to be careful how he asked this question. “Care to join in dearie?” "Speech" Tag;; OOC;; Identities;; |
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