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Elephant March - Tembovu - 05-05-2015 Tembovu “Blast these trees,” a deep rumble rolls through the forest. The low voice was plainly irritated, but in a lighthearted way. The gigantic stud moves slowly though the Threshold, seemingly finding himself among the thickest parts of the woods. The tightly packed conifers left little room for his large mass to navigate between. Indeed, his wiry coat and thick hide rub a few trunks as he ambles through. His massive black ivory hooves leave a wide berth of broken shrubs and crushed leaves- a few even tangle in his thick tail, bright points of color against the black strands. In fact, his markings and coat appear rather drab amid the bright oranges, yellows, and reds that painted the season change. Even the deep emeralds of the evergreens made him seem washed out- he was clearly not of these lands. Rather abruptly, his slow progress stopped. He was stuck. Between two pines. His colossal shoulders had wedged tight as he attempted to squeeze through a space not quite large enough. “Damn it all,” again the bass grumbles through the thick forest, this time less lightheartedly. Blowing out an exasperated breath from his thick lips, dark blue eyes scan the forest around him. He wasn’t sure if he was looking for help, or ensuring that no one saw his ridiculous predicament. Abandoning his search, Tembovu awkwardly cranks his thick neck up, to assess the size of the trees entrapping him. One was a colossal old pine, but the other wasn't too large- less than two feet in diameter and under forty feet tall. Slowly, the immense muscles in his neck and shoulder begin to flex, pushing against the trunk. At first, nothing happens. But then, a high-pitched creaking filled the air with warning as the tall pine makes it’s displeasure known. A low grunt escapes his thick throat, and then- crack A loud snap and the trunk bends and breaks where it met the solidity of his withers. It’s height crashes through the many branches near it, before getting hung up, never fully falling to the ground. He snorts and stomps a hoof (the ground shuddering beneath it), in approval at the tree for yielding and freeing him. But his eyes are quickly caught by a gods-blessed clearing- the path to it revealed by the fallen tree. Just what the elephantine stallion needed. With purpose, his heavy footfalls bring him to the clearing, and his silvered-tan hide erupts in the light. An abrasion on his left shoulder from grinding against the rough bark left his hide hairless, but did not break the skin. Though the naked silver-black hide reveals a network of thick and thin raised scars. They must cross his entire hide- beneath the thick, wiry, gleaming coat. (Thankfully, for the sun in his home is unforgiving, they are the same color as his hide, not pigmentless). Navy eyes turn upwards once more, just as the sun dips behind a cloud with a bellyful of water. The flecks of light blue glow momentarily, but go dark once they lose the illumination of the sun. He sighs, blowing the long, loud breath out his thick nostrils. What now? He certainly didn’t want to tackle the thick woods just yet. But he could eat. He could always eat. There wasn’t enough greenery in this forsaken forest to fill him up. Lowering his mammoth head, he rips a large chunk of grass. It was beginning to dry from the season change- but it was still so much more luscious than the dry savannah grasses of home. “Delicious,” the word comes out muffled around the mouthful of grass. His monstrous black ivory horn glints blue in the dimmed light. ooc| Open to anyone! So this was awkward to write, I need to get used to my big guy again. There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: Elephant March - Rexanna - 05-05-2015
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RE: Elephant March - Mauja - 05-06-2015
It had been years—literal years—since he had done this. Probably.. oh, uh, while he was living in the Throat? He had a vague memory of attempting to do some recruiting to gain more favor with Sumati, but it had ended up with him knocking two horses unconscious instead.
Diplomatic lead. He snorted to himself, ears pressing flat against his neck for a moment as the first drops of rain fell on his head. Mauja was about as diplomatic as a glacier, which is to say, not at all. He gave nothing, but saw fit to slowly, slowly try to roll over you and absorb you and crush all your dreams. "Depressing," he muttered to himself. That was King Mauja, maybe, the King he'd told Elding had died anyway—he was supposed to be Queen Mauja now, snow-soft and light and a delight and.. and.. the one to clean up the messes when Torleik fucked up, right? Not that he thought Torleik would fuck up, but traditionally, the military lead accidentally bruised someone's jaw, and the diplomat came shuffling over to rub a soothing balm on it. Now, though, it was more like a hydra; somebody touch his King and he'd just grow a few more heads and bite their asses. And he would bite them hard. Not very.. soft. Or diplomatic. But point is, once upon a time, Mauja had practically lived in the Threshold. Once upon a time, he had convinced the Chancellor of the Throat that he was an enigmatic outcast, and been invited. It meant that if he could just be arsed, he could come off as.. sane. Calm. Inviting. He didn't want life's hardships to clap him in irons and sink him in his own misery, but sometimes it was pretty damn hard to swim. The only way he had, though, was forward, to press on against the blood-bricked road and hope that some day, he would reach that dawn he saw touching the horizon with the faintest shades of cold, light blue and peachy rose. So he grit his teeth, calmed his heart, and went into the clearing, colored a rather unbecoming shade of gray by the patient rain. "I second that," he said as he strode onto the scene, just barely shorter than the sturdy newcomer; he smelled of foreign places, and the cute golden mare smelled of.. the north? Oops. Basin alert, anyone? He nodded to them both, settled at a distance that was neither too cautious nor too in-your-face (he hoped), and Diego came out of the woodwork to settle on his ass. He still did that, even when Irma wasn't nearby. Old habits died hard, Mauja guessed, wishing he could swallow his own pulse. He'd done this a hundred times before. He had nothing to fear. He was.. he was Mauja. Just Mauja. There were no more games, no more playing, just shorter fuses. No Frostheart because he was fucking tired of that. "I am Mauja," he went on, fascinated by how similar the two unicorns were—if you only added a few black dashes on the mare's body, why, they'd practically be cousins... "Of the World's Edge. And you?" His pale gaze danced between both of them, because he asked both of them. [ @[Rexanna], @[Tembovu] -- he might be a tad "AAH?!" at getting back into recruiting/being a leader again, but he doesn't really show any of it visually :) ] lord, the demands you're making- help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . . RE: Elephant March - Tembovu - 05-07-2015 Tembovu Indigo eyes flick upward at movement, and he pauses mid-chew at the clearing of a throat. Gaze lands on a golden body and he rips another mouthful of grass before lifting his head (neck swelling to raise his heavy horn). A lopsided smile pulled his black lips aside and warmed the masked face. Though a barest shadow passed in the depths of the navy pools as they collided with lovely teal ones. Black-rimmed ears twitch as she speaks, the voice washing comfortably around him. The smile leaves his mouth as he finishes chewing his grass while she finishes her welcome- but his dark eyes are still warm. While he swallows the mouthful, he unassumingly glances over her- for any stallion would be drawn to do the same. The gold, though darkened by the fat drops that warned of a torrent, looked warm to the touch- and it melted into velvet cream. Her face though- this had been the source of the shadow. The striking markings were a distorted echo of the past… but they pull his eyes to her face, and his easy smile returns. “Ah, Helovia!” the deep voice holds familiarity, “I’m glad I’ve made it. It’s not easy to find,” his eyes break from the teal- somewhat reluctantly- as another large brute enters in the quickly shrinking clearing. The gilded mare seems quite petite between the two behemoths, now. He grins as the spotted white stallion speaks- the friendliness here was a nice change from his journey- and notices him taking a whiff of the air. Hmm, not a bad idea- and a gentle inhale passes his thick nose. The mare smelled (unsurprisingly) sweet, but startlingly cold. He wasn’t a fan of cold, but he did enjoy the honey. The stallion was a harder read: not quite as cold and of the ocean? He wasn’t sure. Ears prick to attention as the owl lands on the bulky hind of the stud. A flighted cohort? Useful. The old general passes his glance from the bird to the thick stature of the stud, appreciating his icy horn and telltale signs of a warrior’s skin. “I am Tembovu, from Dorobo,” he smiles wryly, “A land that, I think, is on the opposite world’s edge from yours. Or so my travels made it seem.” The massive stud had left Dorobo on words that a ‘Helovia’ was a land less corrupt than his own- though only time would tell. Cobalt irises glance, and linger, on the mare, interested to hear her name- perhaps more interested than he should be. The owl catches his eye once more, “A useful friend, you’ve got there,” he nods towards the tawny raptor, ebony horn dipping through the raindrops. They were falling fatter and thicker now, but it was still just a warning drizzle. His grin has faded to a lopsided smile once more, “Shall we move to the trees while you tell me of your World’s Edge? And you tell of your domain, golden lady? The rain will get heavier before it gets lighter,” the low voice is lighthearted, and his suggestion was in deference to the mare and stallion. Tembovu actually loved the rain- for it was scarce in his old lands. But he had found others did not enjoy being drenched by showers- and this rain was a tad chilly. The deluges of the savannah were warm. ooc| So sleepy -.- zzz BUT I wanted to get this post up! Also, I don’t like the word sniff, I’ve decided. This post might be all over the place… And I think it’s time for me to go to sleep. @[Rexanna] @[Mauja] There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: Elephant March - Rexanna - 05-07-2015
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RE: Elephant March - Mauja - 05-09-2015
[ Sorry for the slight wait, I was away for a few days ^^ ]
You never knew what you would find here—after all, one day, a long time ago, Mauja himself had passed this invisible border. Renegades and outcasts, vagabonds and criminals.. everyone came here. Some were happy, and some were sad. Some had lost everything, and some had come to gain everything. Mauja had come here as a wanderer, looking for a place to settle, maybe not for forever, but for a while at least. He had come, he had found the Edge, and he had ruled. Then, you can insert a few years of crap, but oddly enough he was back where he had begun, as a regent of the Edge, coming to the Threshold and looking for souls to fill out his ranks, wondering who they were, where they came from, and what they wanted.. what they dreamed of, what they feared. What purpose did they seek? What made their gears turn and hopes burn? The large newcomer introduced himself as Tembovu, and Mauja silently repeated the name. It was a strong but oddly gentle name, and something in him itched to say it—to try it out, to see how it felt to say.. while some quieter voice underneath whispered that it was a name you could have much fun with.. yelling it, or simply making it a deep, dramatic Tembooovu, or a shorter staccato Temmbovu and.. and really, it didn't matter. Just useless little things to fracture his attention and distract the restless pacing of his heart. But he smiled all the same, a gentle curling of his dark lips, acknowledging the distance between the edges of the world—and Mauja had nearly come from another edge himself, a place so far north it could be the roof of the world. "Aye," he hummed in quiet agreement, glancing back at the owl for a moment—rain slid off his feathers comfortably, amber eyes fixated on the mare. Mauja suspected he was just staring vacantly, and it happened to be in her direction, but he wasn't sure; just nodded mutely at the large stallion's suggestion to move out of the rain. Mauja didn't particularly care about the cold water flattening his coat, but the mare—Rexanna, of the Basin as he thought—seemed eager to get out of it. Her statement even drew a short, soft laugh from him, and as her golden form passed he followed, ambling along with easy grace. She picked a decent spot under some still-thick autumn foliage (not that much fell off in this forest, considering there were many pines), but Mauja, not as bothered by the rain, just stopped where he was and let the rain fall as it willed on him. It fell down with a pitter-patter on leaves, singing to the forest in its own way. "I probably could," he agreed with Rexanna, kind of absentmindedly as he stared through the grayish curtain of rain. What was the Basin like now? With Deimos, and Ophelia? He knew what Deimos had once thought of most things living (Mauja had always suspected he'd been part of the Plague to get a free license to kill, and not because he disliked the hornless more than he disliked anyone else), but Ophelia? He could hardly imagine her condoning racism, so.. maybe it was just one of those "oh, the Basin has always been unicorn only" things .. and soon, Mauja would have to go find out. Diplomatic lead, remember? He blinked the water from his eyes, gave his head a small shake, and settled his gaze on Tembovu. "The World's Edge is to the west, a forested, foggy plateau with a dead-drop down into the sea—aptly named, you see. Our patron goddess is the scandalous Moon, but she's kind of out of favor right now for.. eerr.. possessing the leader of the Dragon's Throat and using him to go on a killing spree." Hardly the best way to get someone to live in your home. 'Hey, we worship a goddess that thought it was fun to go and murder lots of people!' "But Helovia's gods are always going on about balance, and every once in a while one of them gets out of line—a few years back it was the Sun—but then it evens out again..." He shrugged. "We're currently a very small herd, seeing as the leadership changed just a few days ago after the previous herd re-located—so if you're looking to throw yourself into responsibility and work, there's definitely room for us to give a newcomer like yourself a chance at it." Slowly, Mauja's head tilted to the side, pale eyes alight with something as a slightly bashful grin spread over his face. "I suppose that might've just left you with more questions than answers, though. Ask anything—" Again, he glanced to Rexanna to include her in this offer, "—and I will do my best to explain." [ @[Tembovu], @[Rexanna] ] lord, the demands you're making- help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . . RE: Elephant March - Tembovu - 05-11-2015 Tembovu His thick skin twitched at the increase of cold drops, though his attention remained on the two others with him. He nodded at the lady as she gave her name, and a deep chuckle rumbled from his big barrel at her words- indeed Tembovu felt the annoyance of the dripping chain by just looking at it. But he disliked any encumbrances, whether they be armor, jewelry, or satchels; he liked his body bare, he was large enough as it was without extra bulk. “Certainly a face such as yours does not need the adornment of a chain, Rexanna,” his words may have come across as flattery, but his congenial smile made them disarmingly pleasant. Eyes watch her pass between the two of them, stopping near the very tree he pushed over earlier. His eyes flicked to it, before he turned his attention to Mauja as the hefty white stud partially relocated to the tree cover. If all the stallions of the World’s Edge were as him, Tembovu thought he would rather join them then lead battalions against them. Tembovu followed, reforming their quaint circle, his heavy hoof-falls thudding in the scant underbrush. Another lopsided smile crossed his face at her laughter and he glanced at her, but his attention returned to Mauja as he spoke of a ’killing spree.’. The warmth in his face died away at the words, his expression becoming blank. Disappointment coiled in his belly as a thick black snake- though he didn’t know why he had gotten his hopes up. It was foolish. Certainly any place could not be as Helvoia had been told to him- with fair gods and few wars. By the sounds of it, it was just the opposite. He flicked his thick tail, rested a hind leg, and sighed softly as Mauia spoke of balance. “I’m no stranger to hard work, Mauja,” the muscles on his stature and scars shining on his exposed hide on his shoulder mirrored his words, “In fact, I’d welcome it right about now,” he paused, "And with a strapping stallion like you around, I'm certain it'd be made easy," again the flattery in his words was offset by his genuine tone and warming eyes. Though the reason only his eyes warmed and not his entire face was that he had concerns over new leadership in a herd. Was the previous herd relocated amicably? Were enemies formed in the move? Were the new leaders young, brash, with something to prove? Did the new regime seek to broaden its boarders? Were they militant or peaceful? How to ask such questions without offending? “Are the new leaders greedy asshats like I’ve seen before? And going take advantage of stupid, ignorant newcomers, like myself?” Those were the questions that the soldier in him wished to speak, but diplomacy made him refrain. These questions coursed through his broad head just as Mauja stated he had left him with more questions, and he chuckled deeply again, “You’re all too right, my good man,” the moniker was said easily offhand. “Your herd, the World’s Edge- does it plan to follow the ways of your wayward Lady Moon? Or follow a less… destructive path? For lack of a better word,” again, the crooked grin pulled his thick lips awry. He picked up and replaced leg as he shifted his mammoth weight, “That’s my main question for now. The rest, I’m sure, I will figure out as I bumble through the lands,” he paused momentarily, smiling at the golden mare once more before, “Though, I do need to know: Do you plan to recruit ladies as lovely as Rexanna, here? ‘Cause Aurora Basin makes a strong case by sending her,” he winked as his joking words were meant to lighten the serious undertones of his previous question, his low laugh booming infectiously through the raining trees. ooc| Bahaha, I died at the paragraph on his name, Neo xD And OKAY so maybe I laid on the 'Mr. Nice-guy' a little thick this post >.< oops @[Mauja] @[Rexanna] There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: Elephant March - Rexanna - 05-11-2015
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RE: Elephant March - Mauja - 05-13-2015
But isn't honesty a prized quality? Isn't honesty what his brother told him to practice, a painful, harrowing cure for his lingering sadness? Some honesty with himself and the world, so he could admit where he wanted to be; what he wanted to do; where he wanted to go.
So, really, it was about courage, having the strength to follow your dreams even when they were not what others expected of you—and honesty was just a means to achieve that. Besides, he didn't want to lure the stranger in with twisted words, or by withholding truth. Everyone who came to live in the Edge had a right to know that their patroness was a crazy bitch. Much as it bothered Mauja that some might choose not to come there for that simple reason.. they had that right to know. It was about their lives, after all, important decisions and certain risks. It could be any one of them next. But all of his thoughts, those carefully constructed chains following the logical order from one thing to another, were cut short—they broke and fell apart, collapsed, and if it wasn't for the fact that he generally displayed very little on his face, you would've seen how blank it became. "And with a strapping stallion like you around, I'm certain it'd be made easy." He sounded so.. genuine, so easy and warm, and Mauja just stared vacantly ahead, heart hammering. Would he never escape? Did he read too much into everything? Hadn't it been enough with mares doing this to him? Did the guys have to start doing it, too? He wanted to squirm, to dance around on the spot, run away, back the way he had come—but he was rooted to the spot, eyes gentle, breath even. He wanted.. he wanted.. ugh, what did he want? Clean, sterile interactions following pre-decided manuscripts, sentences with no room for interpretation. No confusion. No panic. They laughed, at something, Mauja's ears twitching to the sound as some base instinct made his lips curve, as if he understood, as if he understood anything—as if he hadn't stopped listening, too busy listening to the panicked roar of his pulse. Ladies. Lovely ladies. Something something Basin. And, damn, that question about peace and destruction—he tried to imagine Torleik at the head of a vicious army, burning trees and slaughtering foals. Only problem? He could actually imagine it—aesthetically. Did he think it was plausible it'd ever happen? No. Did he know Torleik worth shit, and thus was able to make a correct assessment of the Black King's temperament and morals? Fuck no. The Basin is beautiful, his mind hummed in quiet agreement, but he didn't want to say it out loud—didn't need to shove it in their faces that he'd been everywhere in Helovia. "Well," he began, his voice so much warmer than his trembling heart, ears straining to hear everything Tembovu said (and didn't say), "if the lovely lady is interested in relocating, I could give you the package deal." He shrugged; lovely ladies to look at at least. Mauja would never dare tread on someone's right to choose their own actual company. "On a more serious note, no, we do not plan to follow in the Moon's footsteps. She's a Goddess—she does what she wants. If she wants to be worshiped and guide us, she'd better damn start acting like she's worth it. We go where we will, and it looks like we're heading for peace." It makes me want to vomit. Mauja hated the notion of Helovia-wide peace—it was boring. It was absolutely, utterly, terminally boring, but when you're faced with the outcast life or a life of keeping yourself on the carpet (or, to put it in a way anyone else will understand: toeing the line).. you've kind of run out of plausible choices. Helovia was just too damn big these days. [ @[Tembovu], @[Rexanna] <3 Mau: IS HE FLIRTING WITH ME?!?!?!?!? /panics ] lord, the demands you're making- help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . . RE: Elephant March - Tembovu - 05-18-2015 Tembovu His boisterous laughter faded back to his lopsided smile. Navy eyes glance over the chain again, and an unwarranted curiosity reverberates in his wide barrel. He had no reason to want to know of this mare’s attachment to the golden chain- but he did. Thick tail swished as he flicked the feeling away with slight annoyance, brows gathering slightly. Just because she looked similar to his past love did not warrant such stirrings of emotional attachment. A man could appreciate at pretty face- but beyond that was simply ridiculous. He let go of the irritation with a short, easy sigh. He watched Rexanna attentively as she spoke of the Aurora Basin. Cupped ears flicker at her laugh, a sounds that echoed in his body more pleasantly that it should have, and he caved to it and his previous curiosity, “I’d like to hear the story behind the nostalgia, Rexanna,” his deep voice reverberated, "Perhaps at a later date? Though I hope it is sooner rather than later." He smiled crookedly. He watched her at her face alight while she spoke of her Basin. Clearly she enjoyed her lands- though to Tembovu the thought of cold and mountains and- ugh. He had travelled through enough of that on his way here. He preferred the warm savannah, the heat was his home. Though Mauja’s home did not seem to be of that kind of warmth, it certainly seemed warmer than the Basin. Swinging his gaze to the white, speckled stud, he thought he noticed a glassy, distracted look in his icy eyes. Though did he really? The stallion was so inexpressive, he couldn’t be sure. Mauja was ice to Tembovu’s savannah, aloofness to his congeniality- These useless, silly thoughts made him smile larger, and he shook his large gently head to bring his attention to the present. At Mauja’s offer to both Rexanna and himself, he flicked an interested ear towards hear, brows raising, “You drive a hard bargain, good sir,” he chuckled, “But I am glad to hear that,” his tone grew serious and his voice deeper as Mauja assuaged his concerns. Returning to his weight to all four massive hooves with yet another shift of weight, the military leader in him grew tried of waiting at the threshold of a new land, a new life. His muscles were twitching to work, his mind buzzing with ideas of a new herdlands, and his groin already itched to start a new family- if this immediate reaction to Rexanna was any indication. Though he was not ready- not ever- for that pain again. Dark blue eyes grey darker at these thoughts, the warmth leeching out of his demeanor as his smile faded.”While you admirably speak of your Aurora Basin, Rexanna, I’ll join Mauja back to his World’s Edge. Though I do hope you’ll consider his offer and join us,” the deep voice rumbled and rolled over the equines and through the trees, “But nothing good ever comes of a man following an unknown, beautiful woman- in my experience,” as quickly as it had left, his humor and candor returned to soften any negative feelings of his decision. He winked good-naturedly at the small, stunning, golden mare. He looked to Mauja, gave a short bob of his head, thick and heavy horn cutting through the rain-heavy air, “Let’s get to work, my good man. Lead the way,” indeed, he was ready to do something instead of traveling and waiting. ooc| Sorry about my snail-speed! I underestimated how time consuming clinical rotations would be, and I also couldn't decide how Tembovu would decide. Hehe, poor Mau >.< I don’t think any stallion has ever thought he was flirting with him yet! hehe. @[Mauja] @[Rexanna] There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: Elephant March - Rexanna - 05-19-2015
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RE: Elephant March - Mauja - 05-20-2015
It was something he hadn't considered before—allegiance theft. And.. damn, it had almost worked, hadn't it? Coming to the Threshold and instead of (or along with) trying to convince newcomers to join you.. his gaze lingered on Rexanna, her delicate black markings, her blue eyes (we're all blue-eyed here)... But of course, every success has to be balanced by a defeat, no?
Not that he could call it defeat, really—it had been a long shot, but that she took it as well as she had was both relieving and made him curious. Then again, what was it she had said about the Basin? You have to fit in. Had it been like that in the Edge? And when Mauja had been Lord? Had they, whether he knew it or not, kept that air of.. of oppression? Did it affect her? If a position was all she wanted— They were both itching to leave, to get on with their lives, but he was itching to stay and figure this out—so he made some silent promise that it would take him five years or something to follow up, a promise to seek her out again and see who she was, what she did, what she wanted, what she.. felt. "Of course," he rumbled, again feeling like someone had surprised him with the natural pace of conversation, eyes drifting from one to the other. "The offer stands, indefinitely. Take care." And then she was gone in the way that only the Threshold can achieve, swallowing you up and merging you with the scenery of pine and things and newcomers and scents. If you tracked someone to the Threshold, you had one hell of a task not to lose them in it. He peered after her a moment longer, before turning to Tembovu, light and something pleased swimming around his pale irises. Silently he nodded to him before turning west—the way of home—and began their trek. [ @[Tembovu], @[Rexanna] -- gonna get a post up for us in the Edge soon, Temb! thanks for the thread guys <3 also lmfao, Tembovu wants to work.. AND MAKE LOVE. Caught me off guard. XDDD ] lord, the demands you're making- help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . . |