No matter how bright, brilliant, serene, or stunning a sunset is, it is always followed by a darkness. Its not necessarily a message of doom, for those are nightmares, not darkness. Many of you image the giant looming monsters behind the tree but that is not what the darkness at the set of the sun truly is. The darkness is at its core just as beautiful as the day, but in its opposite. The day is stunning for what it reveals, its clarity and honesty; the darkness is beloved for what it conceals, its secrets and mischief.

And so it was on the shore of the lake, as the sun cling to the tops of the mountains at dusk. Crickets, and birds were already falling away to quite evening lullabies as the first stars appeared above. The early evening air was heavy with moisture, but already beginning to bite with the chill of winter not far off. It was with the setting sun he finally appears. As the last rays of gold struck out over the sky, and reflected in the lake, another ray of gold slips down to the shore line. He’s not a usual face, but he walks like it. His Spanish neck lightly curled and at ease, his cloven hooves stepping in a swinging walk, all while his tasseled tail slides side to side. Take care though how you judge this scene, for invisible to you is the calculating mind within. Spinning. Weaving. Arching. Creating masterpieces of thought, in rich drawn plans.

This wasn’t his first evening here, just the first where he made an appearance. The golden had been keeping to the shadows, slipping among this new land quietly and peacefully, listening, watching. Most places these days he would perhaps nick a trinket or two, or have a bit of a laugh before moving on, but this place seemed different. Admittedly he could not gauge much from his silent lurking, but he knew enough to see an opportunity. That was enough. That had brought him here.

The gold unicorn stops at the shore, with its small spit of lake sand beach. In a calculated turn of his head, he looks further south, and though his gaze was seemingly uninterested, his eyes flashed momentarily with gold. Sparking. Energized. Hinting at the forces spinning within. The Night Court. The gold couldn’t paint a picture, but he could categorize the keep with what he’d learned so far. It was enough to fill him with thoughts of opportunities and riches he might find in, or seek out under their banner. He’d rest the night here before heading out in the morn to inquire about the realm of night. He rarely settled in one place, rarely stayed to long, but he was, in truth, growing bored of snatching wallets and rings. It was time for something a little more challenging.  A corner of his lip rise in the hint of a grin. It was time he stopped lurking and stepped out into the darkness.

OOC :: *cue awkward intro post* Oh well!
Hello all! Feel free to come meet Thranduil! Also, if anyone from the night court would like to come say hello and 'welcome' him that'd be great, though I know its chaotic right now. And if not Ill post there later. =) Anyway! Hope you like.  
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