Though for many, the night was a time for peace and quiet, a time to relax and rest tired souls. For others, it was nothing more than a shadowed day. One of those other souls was the king himself, the fey ruler of the Underground. Sleep wasn't necessary, not as much as others though, as he was quiet capable of lasting a week on merely one night of rest. And when one can transform into a creature of the night, one can easily adjust into the nocturnal lifestyle. Such as The Goblin King, who had a habit of scanning the lands whenever possible and as often as possible. Now just happened to be one of the times, as the labyrinth was not kind to anyone at night, or at least the resident’s of it was not.
High above the walls of the stone maze, a gorgeous barn owl glided softly and silently through the sky. His white face with dark eyes put the moon to shame, shades of brown covering his feathers, under his wings and his belly were as snowy as his face with dark brown speckles. To most, he was just a simple barn owl, out for a night-time hunt. To the few that new, it was the king of the underground surveying his lands carefully. Even the quietest of mice could be heard by the King, with heightened senses unlike most. Attempts of silence could be heard, but hooves on a cobble stone ground would eventually be heard, as it was now. Following the tracks, the owl floated on air drafts, quieting his silence even more. Staring down into the maze, the walls created shadows to hide the stallion moving about, though with the vision of an owl, the creature was visible enough.
Large leathery wings must’ve been tucked closely to his side in order to move along the inside of the maze, a rare sight indeed. But it wasn’t the most of uncommon creatures, and the king was less than surprised at the appearance of the dragon like equine. Probably even held the same stereotypical personality, arrogant, full of self-pride, and occasionally a merciless killer. But it was too soon to judge, after all, never judge a book by it’s cover. Following a bit behind the creature, so his shadow would fall behind him and not give him away, Jareth followed for him a bit out of curiosity of where he would end up. He was already impressed that the two mares found the center of the labyrinth, and if it was just so easy to maneuver, there were some drastic changes needed….
As the beast stopped, Jareth circled behind him once before settling on the top of the stone walls, deep brown eyes continuing to watch the odd horse-like creature. Talons dug into the wall as a gust of wind came from the wing flapping, narrowing his gaze bitterly already. His eyes closed tightly in annoyance with the creature’s cry of his arrival, sensitive hearing seeming to magnify the sound of the arrogant little… Flapping his own wings several times, he set off into the sky again before diving back down towards the shadowed equine. At the last minute, he swung his talons forward in attempt to either tear at the large black wings or snatch his mane. Either way, he was getting his presence well known. Circling in front of him, he lowered himself to the ground. By the time he touched the ground, he had transformed back into the stallion version of himself, standing tall before the newcomer.
“These walls are alive, you have no need to call out to the sky to make your presence known.”