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12-01-2015, 08:34 AM
Tembovu
His eyes travel between the ocean’s horizon and the mare beside him as she speaks of her home and the journey to Helovia and, ultimately, the Edge. There had been no ocean in his homelands of Dorobo. Perhaps the plains, when first inundated with the great rains, could be akin to a sea. But a short-lived one.
A slight grin tugged the corners of his thick lips as she responded to his comments on white— for, indeed, she was as white as the snow in Frostfall. He nodded slightly, dark blue gaze sweeping over her silken white coat, pausing on the ebony tail-tip and crown as she she announced them. A low hum of amusement and agreement came from his throat.
Again the hide on his shoulder and claw marks twitched as the gentle salt breezes caused itchiness rather than soothing the healing skin. He stops his limb to ease the irritation, causing a mild tremor in ground and cliffs beneath them. “This?” his voice is lighter, more jovial as she mentions his wound, “It’s but a scratch, Calista.” He chucked and winked at her, knowing full well that the Tiger goddess wound was much worse than that. But he had gotten off easy, compared to the wolf god battle.
“Are you a healer? Or were you, before you came here?” his head cocked to the side, in curiosity, at her comment of having herbs to help his god-begot wound. “We certainly seem to be in need of healers, lately,” again, a darkness swept over his face. Though this time, it was not as encompassing as when he was outright speaking of the battles.
A slight grin tugged the corners of his thick lips as she responded to his comments on white— for, indeed, she was as white as the snow in Frostfall. He nodded slightly, dark blue gaze sweeping over her silken white coat, pausing on the ebony tail-tip and crown as she she announced them. A low hum of amusement and agreement came from his throat.
Again the hide on his shoulder and claw marks twitched as the gentle salt breezes caused itchiness rather than soothing the healing skin. He stops his limb to ease the irritation, causing a mild tremor in ground and cliffs beneath them. “This?” his voice is lighter, more jovial as she mentions his wound, “It’s but a scratch, Calista.” He chucked and winked at her, knowing full well that the Tiger goddess wound was much worse than that. But he had gotten off easy, compared to the wolf god battle.
“Are you a healer? Or were you, before you came here?” his head cocked to the side, in curiosity, at her comment of having herbs to help his god-begot wound. “We certainly seem to be in need of healers, lately,” again, a darkness swept over his face. Though this time, it was not as encompassing as when he was outright speaking of the battles.
@Calista
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