It looked picturesque, it could have been. From a far you see the gold brute, basking in the shadow of a rocky overhanging entrance to a cave, standing in the water of the small creek running out of its depths. Light, refracting against the sides of the towering mountains and rock walls, pools down into a soft glow on his hide. Each step he makes in the creek is with a tender grace, carefully placing a hoof or looking back behind him. A refined creature of mythical characteristics. But of course it was only said that it looks picturesque, nothing was further from the truth in reality.
In reality the thief hisses in the creek, cursing under his breath at the freezing cold waters. He picks up a hind, holding it above the shallow waters before carefully placing it back down. Had he known his little show would have caused himself this much trouble, he might have thought more carefully. It had seemed like such a classical move. Slide down the rock laid slope to the awaiting creature. Simple right. Apparently not.
As payment for his show, he now paid in scrapped hind hocks, and ruinous dark ash staining his golden coat. The coat had been easy to deal with, tasseled tails have their uses, but his hocks were not so easily repaired. Already in his walk they were tender and though the ash had sealed them, red stained the long hairs on his fetlock. It was all washed clean now of course, but it also exposed the small cuts, and hadn’t yet numbed them yet.
So he stood, letting them soak a moment more. It wasn’t the first time he’d have wounds to seal, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last, but the fact that it came from the cost of his own foolishness resulted in him being here. Earthen eyes look to the small path on either side of the creek. There was still no sign of anyone. That was why he’d come here. Unlike the larger streams and rivers where many journeyed for water, this place was secluded and quiet. No lingering eyes to ask him how he’d gotten those scrapes…though he’d probably tell them he’d been in a wrestling match with a snake, or slide down a cliffside to reach an ancient treasure.
After a time he, when his skin did not feel the pin pricking cold, he stepped up and out of the water. Feline tail sweeps from side to side as he licks, brushes, and preens away the last of dirt and pain. There was also, you see, another reason he’d chosen this spot. Earthen eyes pierce into the dark of the cave before him, trying to penetrate its depths and possible holdings. Caves were places of hiding, down in the depths where natural fear served as a protection creatures felt they could hide all sorts of precious objects safely. It drew him, and called him in. Attention, for the longest while, lay in the shadows of the cave, thinking, pondering. Would it be worth it to journey there? Perhaps many didn’t journey in these places because they were scared of the dark, but the gold was sure there would be other protections of much more frightening design.
Tasseled tail flicks and curls, decisions were made, as he stepped out of the light and into the shadows.
OOC:: Obviously the table lies and there is no Haldir.....I can't get it off without scraping the table though, so forgive me? Its such a pretty table....
ALSO YEAH FOR THREADING TOGETHER!
we live like thieves
kings among men
kings among men
@Sparrow
