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Tembovu
the Elephant
He looked at the warm soil, which still retained its moisture due to the tree canopy. Or, more specifically, he looked at the large claw that law before his hooves. His face was blank, but his eyes were stormy tempests of blue emotions as he stared at the lion’s claw. The paltry leather tie he had fashioned for it had (unsurprisingly) failed.
Luckily, he had felt the leather thong slip from his thick neck. And he had felt the cool, sharp edges of the claw slide against his chest in a slow, agonized descent to the ground. Sadly, he had halted his sweeping strides and watched it fall.
The off-white, sharp crescent was all he had left of Rexanna’s trust. He had destroyed it, in the Isles. He had felt it shatter as he held her… He tilted his black-rimmed ears back, slowly lowering his great head. Lower, lower, his thick crest shifting over the broadly flexing neck muscles.
Finally his muzzle met the large claw, thick ashy mouth lipping it gently. But he does not pick it up. He had nothing to attach it to, and the leather strand— his eyes glance towards it. It had disintegrated in the face of the drying sun, molding rain, and deadly battles. There was no hope for it.
The thought of leaving the claw behind, to rest with the remaining hidden glass shards beneath the earth. He shudders at the thought, shaking his head to himself. No. He could not let the gilded princess go so completely.
He stares forlornly at the sharp token of love, at a loss.
Luckily, he had felt the leather thong slip from his thick neck. And he had felt the cool, sharp edges of the claw slide against his chest in a slow, agonized descent to the ground. Sadly, he had halted his sweeping strides and watched it fall.
The off-white, sharp crescent was all he had left of Rexanna’s trust. He had destroyed it, in the Isles. He had felt it shatter as he held her… He tilted his black-rimmed ears back, slowly lowering his great head. Lower, lower, his thick crest shifting over the broadly flexing neck muscles.
Finally his muzzle met the large claw, thick ashy mouth lipping it gently. But he does not pick it up. He had nothing to attach it to, and the leather strand— his eyes glance towards it. It had disintegrated in the face of the drying sun, molding rain, and deadly battles. There was no hope for it.
The thought of leaving the claw behind, to rest with the remaining hidden glass shards beneath the earth. He shudders at the thought, shaking his head to himself. No. He could not let the gilded princess go so completely.
He stares forlornly at the sharp token of love, at a loss.
@Anzanie will be crafting 2 small items in this thread, for anyone who wants to watch!
Please tag Tembovu.
