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10-18-2015, 07:24 AM
tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
Gaze sinks to the approaching Kiara as Ciceron speaks. Carefully, the giant lowers his head and muzzle to the silken, large cat in greeting. A small, amused smile crosses his broad muzzle as the feline purposefully rubs on Agnodice, who clearly is uncertain about the predator lounging with prey.
He stays silent, allowing for Ciceron to answer the striking doctor’s questions. It is a relief, for his rumbling voice rattles painfully in his skull. He nods gingerly as the dappled grey continues to explain the discovery of new lands, “What he said,” his voice murmurs lowly with a wry smile at both equines. Surely they would understand his current proclivity for not speaking. Irritation billowed through him, for he genuinely enjoyed the Threshold and offering a home in the Edge to those who entered there. This sickness placed such a damper on the amiable stud.
His ears rotate slowly forward was the grey speaks of being cured already. “If you or the Falls find a cure for this disease, please let the Edge know,” he quietly rumbles. He sweeps his cobalt eyes to the slender, striking mare, “And any attempt at help would be welcome, Dice.” He gives a lopsided smile to the pale doctor, raising his head slightly. The pain seemed when the blood wasn’t rushing into the large skull, so he raised it higher. The relief was slight at his towering height— but any relief was still relief.
He shifted on his thick, onyx and pale legs, thick tail swaying gently against his hocks.
He stays silent, allowing for Ciceron to answer the striking doctor’s questions. It is a relief, for his rumbling voice rattles painfully in his skull. He nods gingerly as the dappled grey continues to explain the discovery of new lands, “What he said,” his voice murmurs lowly with a wry smile at both equines. Surely they would understand his current proclivity for not speaking. Irritation billowed through him, for he genuinely enjoyed the Threshold and offering a home in the Edge to those who entered there. This sickness placed such a damper on the amiable stud.
His ears rotate slowly forward was the grey speaks of being cured already. “If you or the Falls find a cure for this disease, please let the Edge know,” he quietly rumbles. He sweeps his cobalt eyes to the slender, striking mare, “And any attempt at help would be welcome, Dice.” He gives a lopsided smile to the pale doctor, raising his head slightly. The pain seemed when the blood wasn’t rushing into the large skull, so he raised it higher. The relief was slight at his towering height— but any relief was still relief.
He shifted on his thick, onyx and pale legs, thick tail swaying gently against his hocks.
@Random Event -HFH, no magic or touching
@Ciceron @Agnodice
sorry for the delay/shortness. writing him sick is hard XD
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