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wise decisions - Tembovu - 06-14-2016
There had been one who had been attentive to the Edge’s needs. At first, she had hovered at the periphery, adjusting to the shift of life from Rift to Helovia. But now… Now the Philosopher was dedicated to her new home. She recruited, she attended meetings, she delved into the tasks laid before her. The Elephant King was truly glad that Mauja had extended an offer of residence on that day of carnage in the Isles. Because of that, the roaned woman decorated in gold had sought and joined them in the Edge. And they were better off for it. His ears perked as he studied the sea gulls keening in on the misted air currents above his head. He often found himself standing on these death-defying cliffs, pondering over the Edge and its members. A light, briny breeze swayed the tip of his thick, ebony tail around his hocks as he continued to think of the stocky, yet elegant, woman. And his mulling thoughts came to a decision, as his gaze dropped and his neck arced to the side, eyes probing the thin shadows that loomed between the trunks behind him. He had made decisions of promotion before, but not for wise ones. He had spent time as Glazier so he slightly understood the craft before bringing Glasgow up, and he had consulted with the Doctors before elevating Tilney. But for the wise ranks… In this, he (appropriately) acted on blind faith, alone. So, with a loud stallion’s call, his deep rumble trumpeted over the Edge, “Dacianna, your King seeks your presence on the cliffs!” And, with Mbwene snacking on the lush grasses beside, he waited. Tembovu The Elephant King Open to all, but @Dacianna needs to post first! Also, @Alune whenever you have time <3 RE: wise decisions - Dacianna - 06-17-2016
@Tembovu RE: wise decisions - Tembovu - 06-21-2016
The King shifts, watching the roan’s strong, compact body emerge from the trees and walk towards him—but anxiety tightens her face and shortens her usually sweeping gate. Great skull cocks slightly as he watches her, though he nods his muzzle in an answering greeting to the dip of her dual-curved horns. Navy eyes glance to her horns, momentarily admiring their symmetrical beauty. Forever would the Elephant regard two horns as superior; it was too ingrained in his cultural makeup to be changed. But his gaze returns to her golden eyes, ears sweeping forward, when she joked of his preference for cliffs. His thick, black lips curve in a rueful grin, head halfway swinging to look along the expanse of the cliffs he so frequented. “I come from lands of wide-open plains, so I am used to seeing things. Trees and mists hinder sight in the forests and mountains, but the cliffs… you can see the horizon, here,” his low rumble was quiet and surprisingly candid in response to her joke. Mbwene, meanwhile, had no time for her bonded’s impromptu sincere words. Instead, she leaves her snacks and trundles towards the roaned woman the moment her bright blue eyes catch sight of her gilded bangles. She brays a brassy greeting, ears flapping in hello. Though her sharp gaze catch that her silken, roany locks were now tangled about a bangle, and so her trunk reaches and points, a demanding snort coming out of her trunk. Her intention was clear: she wanted to untangle the mare’s mane for her. Grinning outright at his companion’s antics, “Dacianna, I thank you firstly for coming and secondly for your dedication to the Edge. Your recruiting efforts have swelling our ranks and your endeavors in scholarly arts have not gone unnoticed,” his head dips in affirmation of his words, “And I also am grateful for your help in digging the trench around our borders. It is thankless, laborious work.” He snorted and shook his head slightly in rueful amusement—the glass spikes should be worth it, though. “So I am happy to elevate you the Sage rank, in recognition of your commitment and hard work,” his deep rumble pauses as he smiles and looks at her for a moment, “Tell me, how do you find the Edge?” It was not often that the King had a chance to ask those who dwelled in the herd about it. And who better to ask than one who climbed the ranks? Tembovu The Elephant King @Dacianna Congratulations! :D thank you for being so active in the Edge! <333 RE: wise decisions - Dacianna - 07-03-2016
@Tembovu eeeee thank you so much! <3 also sorry for the delay! RE: wise decisions - Tembovu - 07-12-2016
Mbwene trilled a happy trumpet as the gold-decked woman acquiesced to her commands, trunk eagerly attacking the thick locks that snarled around the gold bangle. At first, her trunk was surprisingly gentle and dextrous, the small tip deftly untangling small clumps of gilded and black hair. But, as time wore on, her ministrations grew quicker, more annoyed, and perhaps more rougher than intended as the mare’s thick locks proved to be more prone to tangling than untangling. And, eventaully, even the small elephant’s trunk was wrapped in the mess of tangled hair. With a soft, chirping harrumph, the calf extricated her trunk and slowly started again, eventually unwinding all the tangled locks from the bangle—though it took her much longer than she intended. A triumphant squeal, paired with a soft stroke of Dacianna’s velvet nose, and a glance at her bonded, the small matriarch released the newly appointed Sage from her attentions and tottered towards some Birdsong-budded bushes for a well-earned snack. Tembovu, wholly amused by the antics of his companion, watched the calf while listening to Dacianna’s words. He grinned and glanced at her as she said he should invited her to the cliffs more often, but his grin faded as she expressed her reason for thanking the Edge and giving back to it. His head tilted, attention wholly focusing on the roaned Riftian—though she was Rifitan no longer; she belonged to the Edge. “I know you will not disappoint me, Dacianna,” his deep voice rumbled in a simple, genuine reply to her thankful words at her promotion. He nodded subconsciously in both agreement and satisfaction that the gold bedecked woman found the Edge welcoming. A lopsided grin grew once more across his thick lips, staying in place even after she asked after the enemies of the Edge. His low voice was easy, conversational, as he answered her, “In the past, the Edge has had tenuous relations with the Aurora Basin and has even been involved with invading other herds. But that was before my time in Helovia; as of now, we are allied with both the Basin and the Hidden Falls. We are friendly with the Dragon’s Throat, and have traded with them, but no formal alliance exists between us,” he paused, eyes sweeping along the cliffs before landing back on Dacianna, “Though I come from war-torn lands, and Helovia’s history is not a peaceful one. Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it, and so we erect protection at our borders.” His voice grew deeper, more solemn, as his words took a turn towards the ominous. Shaking his head lightly, he returned to his earlier, convivial tone, “But, tell me, have you travelled to other herds yet to gather stories? Are there any that you can share with the herd?” Tembovu The Elephant King @Dacianna we can continue this or let it fade? I wasn't sure what you wanted and saw some conversation possibilities <3 |