It had been a while since the Elephant King had turned the demon away— to prove his worth to the Edge. It had been strange for the King to do so, for he traditionally accepted so many… but there had been something in the eyeless pits and skulled head that left the giant uneasy. So he delayed Morir’s acceptance with a task. Though, as uneasy as Morir made him, his own actions sat equally troubling in his barrel.
Gaze darkening with the falling light, it swept the trees around him, wondering if the skulled had been successful. Had he obtained something of use to the Edge? Would he keep it for himself? Would the owner soon be upon the Edge’s borders, irate? He ground his teeth once at his own rashness— he had not thoroughly thought through the task he set. A King should know better.
Blinking for the first time in what seemed like ages, a sigh huffed from his nostrils, sending a cloud around his face. Lips pursed, would Morir even return to the Edge? Though he may inherently mistrust the stallion, he certainly would prefer to allied with a demon rather than against one. To take the devil down, you must first bring him in close, after all.
So he waited.
A: 0/3
Notes: Set after Morir's stealth attempt. Tembovu waits at borders of the Edge in the trees. It's misty and early evening. Normal timeline spar. We're going to try rapid, short posts to get'r'done! @Morir