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10-27-2015, 11:46 PM
Tembovu
Lumbering back from the cliffs in search of some herdmates— he had spent most of the morning on his lonesome and found that he wanted company for the afternoon— the giant antelope followed his ears towards the sounds of voices and hooves. His long strides swept across the warm earth, what few pieces of glass he stepped on melted beneath the crushing hooves of the Glazier. Deep blue eyes search the trees for the source of the noises. He made out a vague warning from a mare followed by a rougher, male voice.
It must be a newcomer, if the mare was warning about the sharpness of the glass. Every herd member knew to avoid it from the moment the were welcomed into the lands. Indeed there was a new arrival, as his gargantuan form finally broke through the trees, and his deep blue gaze was drawn to the small rivulets of blood spiraling down the grey colt’s legs.
His eyes sweep up, first to the winged mare. He had seen her around the herdlands, but had not been properly introduced. Though he still smiled and nodded a greeting to the mare, before returning his attention to the young stallion. “Indeed, most herd members visit the Edge’s edge when they first come to the lands. It is wise to know where the sheer drop-off is,” his deep voice answers for the black-and-white painted mare, “I’m just coming from the cliffs, now. We could all head back there, if you should like to see them?”
He gestures towards their general direction with a wave of his thickly spiraled horn. Belatedly, he introduces himself, “I am Tembovu, Glazier of the herd.” He grins lopsidedly, gaze studying the electric blue markings beneath the newcomer’s eyes, “And we’ve healers if you’d like those nicks on your legs seen to?” he pauses, glancing at them, “Though they don’t seem life-threatening.”
It must be a newcomer, if the mare was warning about the sharpness of the glass. Every herd member knew to avoid it from the moment the were welcomed into the lands. Indeed there was a new arrival, as his gargantuan form finally broke through the trees, and his deep blue gaze was drawn to the small rivulets of blood spiraling down the grey colt’s legs.
His eyes sweep up, first to the winged mare. He had seen her around the herdlands, but had not been properly introduced. Though he still smiled and nodded a greeting to the mare, before returning his attention to the young stallion. “Indeed, most herd members visit the Edge’s edge when they first come to the lands. It is wise to know where the sheer drop-off is,” his deep voice answers for the black-and-white painted mare, “I’m just coming from the cliffs, now. We could all head back there, if you should like to see them?”
He gestures towards their general direction with a wave of his thickly spiraled horn. Belatedly, he introduces himself, “I am Tembovu, Glazier of the herd.” He grins lopsidedly, gaze studying the electric blue markings beneath the newcomer’s eyes, “And we’ve healers if you’d like those nicks on your legs seen to?” he pauses, glancing at them, “Though they don’t seem life-threatening.”
ooc| He was a little weird in this post... sorry @Iona @Lithium
Please tag Tembovu.
