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11-18-2015, 12:03 AM
Tembovu
His low, rich chuckle rumbled from his chest at Iona’s teasing words. “I wouldn’t mind being caught by those wings,” his great horn motions towards her impressive ebony and ivory set, a wry grin on his broad face. Truly, the giant had always wondered after the sensation of flying. Though he had never seen a set of wings massive enough to lift his heavy body. Ah well, he was just as happy earth-bound.
Sweeping legs halt, a few strides from the cliff’s edge— for he did not trust the crumbling white rock with his weight. It most likely would be able to hold the mammoth… but he is happy to let Lithium and Iona take the front as they approach the sheer drop off. His ears perk to listen to the grey stud answer his question and then his great head nods, “Those are fine reasons,” he says simply. He was glad to know that a Protector of the Edge had seemingly noble motivations for being a warrior.
“You guys were right, this is beautiful.” An outright grin grew on his black-and-cream face at the silver’s words. He casts his gaze to the sea, then along the cliffs that were still shrouded in mists to the north of them. “It is magnificent,” his voice is quiet, “Truly the World’s Edge.” Often he wandered the Edge in thought, the awe-inspiring cliffs becoming a commonplace in his mind’s eye. But, in the face of a newcomer’s adoration, his own awe rekindled.
“Where do yo come from, Lithium?” his question is both idle and pertinent simultaneously. “Or has our herd’s spy already uncovered your past?” eyes swing to Iona for a moment, curiosity piqued. He wondered where she came from— what was her story? Though perhaps that was a question for another time.
Sweeping legs halt, a few strides from the cliff’s edge— for he did not trust the crumbling white rock with his weight. It most likely would be able to hold the mammoth… but he is happy to let Lithium and Iona take the front as they approach the sheer drop off. His ears perk to listen to the grey stud answer his question and then his great head nods, “Those are fine reasons,” he says simply. He was glad to know that a Protector of the Edge had seemingly noble motivations for being a warrior.
“You guys were right, this is beautiful.” An outright grin grew on his black-and-cream face at the silver’s words. He casts his gaze to the sea, then along the cliffs that were still shrouded in mists to the north of them. “It is magnificent,” his voice is quiet, “Truly the World’s Edge.” Often he wandered the Edge in thought, the awe-inspiring cliffs becoming a commonplace in his mind’s eye. But, in the face of a newcomer’s adoration, his own awe rekindled.
“Where do yo come from, Lithium?” his question is both idle and pertinent simultaneously. “Or has our herd’s spy already uncovered your past?” eyes swing to Iona for a moment, curiosity piqued. He wondered where she came from— what was her story? Though perhaps that was a question for another time.
@Iona @Lithium
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