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10-27-2015, 09:39 PM
Tembovu
The giant stood at the cliffs, slowly and gently allowing Tallsun’s warmth to awake his sleep soaked brain. He was at ease, enjoying the gentle buffet of balmy breezes along his silver buckskin hide. His coat had been bleached by the long days of sun, and was back its more silver color— it got remarkably golden during Frostfall.
A thick, black rimmed ear flicks sideways, and half-mast eyes open slightly. A playful zephyr carries the noise of hooves in his large funnels of noise. A gentle sigh escapes him, for he had been enjoying his lazy morning. Though the brief bout of regret promptly flees him as he slowly swivels his head and alights his azure gaze on the source of the noise.
An unknown unicorn mare of athletic and graceful build weaves a path along the cliffs. She pauses, also entranced by the rhythm of the sea and teased by the warm breezes. The elephant takes a moment to study the mare as the cobwebs slowly clear from his sleepy mind. Her pristine white starkly contrasts the onyx of her face and tail. A hint of pink skin shone through the coat on her back— an unfortunate consequence of a pale coat.
He whickered a low greeting to the mare, “There’s nothing like a warm morning on the cliffs.” His deep voice was throaty from sleep, “I am Tembovu.I haven’t seen you in the herdlands.”
A thick, black rimmed ear flicks sideways, and half-mast eyes open slightly. A playful zephyr carries the noise of hooves in his large funnels of noise. A gentle sigh escapes him, for he had been enjoying his lazy morning. Though the brief bout of regret promptly flees him as he slowly swivels his head and alights his azure gaze on the source of the noise.
An unknown unicorn mare of athletic and graceful build weaves a path along the cliffs. She pauses, also entranced by the rhythm of the sea and teased by the warm breezes. The elephant takes a moment to study the mare as the cobwebs slowly clear from his sleepy mind. Her pristine white starkly contrasts the onyx of her face and tail. A hint of pink skin shone through the coat on her back— an unfortunate consequence of a pale coat.
He whickered a low greeting to the mare, “There’s nothing like a warm morning on the cliffs.” His deep voice was throaty from sleep, “I am Tembovu.I haven’t seen you in the herdlands.”
@Calista
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