Thranduil
It doesn’t take long. One gold hark catches a rustling in the tall grasses surrounding the lake. He was no longer alone. But the gold’s slight smile does not drop, nor waver. That was what he wanted after all. To be found. Had he wanted to remain unseen until tomorrow, the trees would have been his bed. By the lake shore though, he was sure to catch an eye. He’d done enough hiding. It was time to explore.
Crowned head turned to the coming creature, and though he keeps the rest of himself the same, his eyes can’t help but spark with the anticipation. With a whisk of his tasseled tail, he erases it off his features (even the smile mellowing down), but it remains within, hungrily grabbing for the coming possibilities. The coming brute was similar in horn, but he carried a heavier weight and build. Nothing threatening emanates off of his bulkier muscles though, and he does not call out any threats or warnings. The gold tail curls, impatient to begin the game.
He holds though, waiting until the other spoke, only letting earth eyes follow the creature to him, and as the other stops the gold dips his head, turning his hinds around to so he may face the brute. Stranger. Well there was no hiding it he supposed. Though he was loath to be straight forward, there was little point in guarding his intentions. He could have groaned at holding off on having some fun, but sometimes you do have to work. Besides, being so close to the court, it is likely this wouldn’t be the last time meeting the dark bay. “I seek the Night Court.” It comes out in a roll, smooth as silk, and in a low easement like dark wood, sanded smooth. Seeks the night court to what?... steal from it…for it maybe if the price it right…nab a bit of power here and there, maybe even a crown, or ohh perhaps manipulate a vulnerable mind into dashing itself against another? Hmm, perhaps it was best not to give away too much after all. So he added in the same ease after a pause. “To join it.” Well it wasn’t a lie.
The gold’s tail curls and holds. “I’m Thranduil.” He tilts his head slightly, a gentle smile coming forth, constrained friendliness perhaps. The creature hadn’t given the gold much to go on yet, and he was inclined to behave for once given the circumstances. Malicious grins do not classify as behaving. “At your service” It is added, as was tradition. Old habits after all, were hard to break.
OOC :: <3333 Lauren
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
@Rostislav
