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Tembovu
Something dark this way comes.It was a feeling that scraped the bottom of his barrel, one that was entirely unpleasant. He was getting more accustomed to unpleasant feelings as of late, and it seemed he could not longer differentiate between them and his demons stirring. It was disconcerting, to be certain. The Elephant had become wary of himself, unsure if he could trust the cardinal directions on his moral compass. Was it tainted? Did it still know ‘north’? Or was some part of him playing with the magnet, slowly and stealthy changing all things once held to be true.
These misgivings were roiling in his mind when (or perhaps because of?) his gaze fell upon the tall shadow standing at their border. His horns were long,
The giant cocked his head as yet another surprise met his eyes as he neared abruptly halted before the foreboding man. As he searched for his gaze, he found empty sockets of depressed and smooth skin. His eyes widened, mouth opening to speak— but he quickly closes his lips before the untoward words can escape him. He, himself, was accustomed to being judged by his size, but he was unaccustomed to jumping so quickly to conclusions about another.
“Hello,” the low rumble of his voice finally breaks through the heavily misted air (adding even more of a menacing aura to the new recruit). “I am Tembovu, King of the Edge. What brings you to our borders?” Unusually, as he is thrown off by the man’s darkness, he does not remark on any part of his appearance. There is a part of him that desires this man to not hope to join the Edge. But he quickly sweeps this desire deep into his chest, to examine on another day in light and loneliness. Surely it is the shift he had felt in the Deep Forest that has him thinking such things.
Once more into the fray
credits | table by Neo
@Morir he dun threw Tembovu for a loop.
Please tag Tembovu.
