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Thranduil
It was a wasteland of charred earth and bitter thin air. The wind whipped through the pass, tugging and pull creatures forward. Rocks skitter down the sides and crows fly above. More worryingly, they’re joined by vultures. It was cold, dark, depressing, desolate, dirty, and dim. Surprisingly though, the gold liked it. Or at least, he did until he found himself on a narrow track above the pass’s floor, blocked from progress by a large rock. The golden’s ears were back with frustration. Each step on his small ledge was a tricky business. It required careful footwork, light step, and balance. Only moments ago that had seemed a gift, and been his purpose for being here. Several long seasons on the road had leaned the muscles of the gold. Staying in one place, spying, thieving, scandalizing nobles, and possible nabbing a lovely lady or two would inevitably mean he’d have to change his ability to defend himself. The mountains had seemed like a good challenge, until now. Looking out from around the rock he saw the slope down to the trail’s bottom, it wasn’t far only about 15 feet or not too steep, but it also it wouldn’t be easy. He’d most likely have to slid- The shout echoed around and froze the gold for a moment. Ears whirled as he tried to find its source, but certainly wasn’t behind him, there was no one. Peering out from around the jutted rock as much as his small track would allow, the light catches the glimmer of an orange coat. No, near orange. And a bay. Wait, smoke? Earth eyes narrow as he glimpses, and his curiosity almost catches him by the tail as he steps forward, sending a few stones rolling a few feet. Harks lean back in concern, but then he’s too fascinated to keep them down for long. With a calculated interest he watches the scene unfold, as the creature begs, and the other disappears. Shaking his head, the gold steps back. Strange… it must have been magic…A normal horse might shrug and leave them to whatever knot was their emotional state. The gold however, was not a normal horse. He wasn’t likely to leave unanswered questions and he sure as hell wasn’t going to just slip back away after seeing that display. He couldn’t find one explanation for it, whether one creature projected itself or the other conjured it, but the possibilities of such a little…trick were endless. If he could…borrow it? Possess it? Learn it? Nothing would be beyond- Besides…he told himself after a moment…what kind gentle soul would leave such a sad lonely creature alone in a place like this? Normal horses would shout, or walk back down and then towards the buckskin, but as we’ve already settled, the gold is clearly not normal. “Temper, temper.” Called the lighter voice of the gold, rolling on sarcasm and humor. Mind whirled a plan and with a deep breath he stepped over the edge of his track. Rocks, ashes, and sand slide down as control of his descent is taken from him. Hinds sink back as he tries to find grip, and fore legs pick up and lower. It wasn’t the worst move he’s ever pulled, but as the rocks began to cut into his hind hocks, the gold believed rock sliding wasn’t going to make it as a sport in the Novus Olympics. Still he managed, and only stumbled once, as he neared the bottom. It began to level out and he stepped forward, hoof slipped on a still rolling stone, but he had control now, and his other legs caught him. It would look like a small bow as he steps up from his descent. Or so he hoped. Only once he was firmly on the trail’s center, did a wolfish grin rise up and his tasseled tail sweep and curl in delight of mild success (his hocks he’d ignore in company, and deal with later, besides, worth it). Now, where were they? Ah yes. Making a new friend with a most interesting party trick (or who knew someone with one). “It’ll never come back with you acting like that.” He walks with head up and tasseled tail seeping low towards the new creature, who was still several yard away. The gold for his part shows no tension or strain, only a wicked grin, and earthen eyes dancing with gold. It occurred to him the very reason he’d ventured to this canyon might soon be put to good use if this new acquaintance did not enjoy his tantrum interrupted. It occurred to him, but he ignored the warning signs. After all, that’s why he usually found himself in those situations to begin with, it’s just so fun getting there. The gold’s head tilts, eyes and grin muffling over to something more muted, just begging to hear the angry cusses, witty retaliation, or devilish defense might possibly spring forth. He may have come here for some exercise, but he was finding much more, much to his delight. "talk talk talk" OOC;; I wrote you a book, I'm sorry... XD Also I couldn't figure that last bit.. I tried lol |
@Acton
