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11-01-2015, 11:22 PM
Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.
With a chest filled with anguish for his friend, he left Mauja to grieve his dead daughter in peace. The man did not need an audience for the shattering of his soul. He had offered what aid he could, there was nothing but time, now. They say time heals all wounds. But they are wrong. There is no amount to time that can heal that loss.
With a weight in his chest, the mammoth trekked back onto the battlefield. He was glad to see that Nyx had left and chosen to protect the life inside of her instead of following her warrior’s spirit. But Rexanna— his miserable azure gaze scours the chaos around him. Rexanna had seen him with Nyx and then thrown herself into the battle with no concern for her safety.
He closes his eyes against the image of her delicate, gilded-cream body being swatted like a doll. He snorts in concern, immediately regretting the moment as his broken rib rattles in his chest. There was so much death and destruction after this battle, the Tigress had put up an almighty fight. His anxiety grew as he did not find his golden princess among the throng of bleeding equines.
He began to move faster, hooves splashing in the salty waters. The movement broke the weak clots in the claw marks on his shoulder, sending gushes of blood anew from the deep gashes. “Rexanna!” His deep voice is hoarse from all the tar-smoke he has inhaled during the battle.
With a weight in his chest, the mammoth trekked back onto the battlefield. He was glad to see that Nyx had left and chosen to protect the life inside of her instead of following her warrior’s spirit. But Rexanna— his miserable azure gaze scours the chaos around him. Rexanna had seen him with Nyx and then thrown herself into the battle with no concern for her safety.
He closes his eyes against the image of her delicate, gilded-cream body being swatted like a doll. He snorts in concern, immediately regretting the moment as his broken rib rattles in his chest. There was so much death and destruction after this battle, the Tigress had put up an almighty fight. His anxiety grew as he did not find his golden princess among the throng of bleeding equines.
He began to move faster, hooves splashing in the salty waters. The movement broke the weak clots in the claw marks on his shoulder, sending gushes of blood anew from the deep gashes. “Rexanna!” His deep voice is hoarse from all the tar-smoke he has inhaled during the battle.
Tembovu
@Rexanna moar dramallama time :D
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