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03-02-2016, 12:00 PM
the elephant king
Surprise whipped through the surprisingly calm murk of his mind. The monotonous drone of the ocean had lulled his mind into some kind of shadowed stupor. He was not at ease, per say. he was simply not continuously reliving horrors. His surprise stemmed from his gaze alighting on an equine mare at the cliffs. A mare he did not know. As King, he felt some kind of responsibility and duty to at least know those residing in the Edge by face, if nothing else.
Sweeping aside the ire of his oversight of this woman, he sought to rectify the situation. Heavy limbs, right front leg favored every few steps, carried him towards the cliff edge and the bay mare. Navy eyes study her intently, the long white limbs that lent her height. He caught the twitch and tremble of her mahogany hide as the strong gust of frigid wind hit her; his own, thick hide reacted similarly when the wind hit him. In her he recognized a kindred spirit in detesting the icy weather.
Though, as his buckskin hide had darkened and grown slightly thicker than the past Frostfall, he could feel his body slowly acclimating to the true seasons found in Helovia. In Dorobo, the only seasons were hot, hotter, and rainy. Dry heat gave way to floods, but the warmth never truly left the great plains. Quite a contrast to the dusting of snow upon the Edge.
He came to a halt alongside the woman, giving her some berth as he did not know much of her. “I find it takes a full Frostfall to fully adjust to the chill,” his low rumble offered on a lopsided smile. Mbwene, not far behind him, was investigating a particularly deep snowbank. She tooted a brassy chirrup in greeting, “I am Tembovu, and that is Mbwene. We’ve not yet met…?” he asked after her name, navy eyes studying the icy depths of hers.
Sweeping aside the ire of his oversight of this woman, he sought to rectify the situation. Heavy limbs, right front leg favored every few steps, carried him towards the cliff edge and the bay mare. Navy eyes study her intently, the long white limbs that lent her height. He caught the twitch and tremble of her mahogany hide as the strong gust of frigid wind hit her; his own, thick hide reacted similarly when the wind hit him. In her he recognized a kindred spirit in detesting the icy weather.
Though, as his buckskin hide had darkened and grown slightly thicker than the past Frostfall, he could feel his body slowly acclimating to the true seasons found in Helovia. In Dorobo, the only seasons were hot, hotter, and rainy. Dry heat gave way to floods, but the warmth never truly left the great plains. Quite a contrast to the dusting of snow upon the Edge.
He came to a halt alongside the woman, giving her some berth as he did not know much of her. “I find it takes a full Frostfall to fully adjust to the chill,” his low rumble offered on a lopsided smile. Mbwene, not far behind him, was investigating a particularly deep snowbank. She tooted a brassy chirrup in greeting, “I am Tembovu, and that is Mbwene. We’ve not yet met…?” he asked after her name, navy eyes studying the icy depths of hers.
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