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11-15-2015, 08:47 PM
A warm breeze played with the thick strands of his tail, wrapping its length around his substantial hocks. The Elephant stood at the cliffs, his haunches to the sea as he faced the break in trees before him. His face was drawn, sadness etched on the black markings. Though he was not grief-stricken, a dense weight of death still settled in his massive barrel. A low, heavy sigh blew warm breath from his thick nostrils. The changes that the new world, the Rift, had brought to Helovia had been so much more than he had expected when he first lunged at the Bear God.
Cobalt eyes drift down towards the dewy grass beneath his great hooves as weighty thoughts burdened his mind. He was not one to duck responsibilities— it was unjust and wrong to do so. But, still, doubt clouded his mind just as the mist shrouded the cliffs he stood on and forests he faced. Was he fit for this? He had never aspired to power, he had only desired that those in power use it judiciously and righteously.
But did that not make him most fit to govern?
Gently, he shook is head in an futile attempt to quell these mulling thoughts. His gaze shifts skyward, towards the sunlight that is moving into midmorning and beginning to burn the fog from the cliffs. A gust of wind tugged his tail around his haunches and freed his buckskin body from this mist. His upturned eyes began to clear as he settled his confusion. Lucidity coming to the blue depths as he once again shifted his sight— this time probing the haze and shadows of the trees on the opposite edge of the clearing.
Yes. It did.
His mind answered its own question as he lifted his massive front-end to a great height that only he could reach. Then he slammed down, against the earth. “To me!” the loud, trumpeting call echoed across the World’s Edge, calling all who lived there. It was time to assemble.
Cobalt eyes drift down towards the dewy grass beneath his great hooves as weighty thoughts burdened his mind. He was not one to duck responsibilities— it was unjust and wrong to do so. But, still, doubt clouded his mind just as the mist shrouded the cliffs he stood on and forests he faced. Was he fit for this? He had never aspired to power, he had only desired that those in power use it judiciously and righteously.
But did that not make him most fit to govern?
Gently, he shook is head in an futile attempt to quell these mulling thoughts. His gaze shifts skyward, towards the sunlight that is moving into midmorning and beginning to burn the fog from the cliffs. A gust of wind tugged his tail around his haunches and freed his buckskin body from this mist. His upturned eyes began to clear as he settled his confusion. Lucidity coming to the blue depths as he once again shifted his sight— this time probing the haze and shadows of the trees on the opposite edge of the clearing.
Yes. It did.
His mind answered its own question as he lifted his massive front-end to a great height that only he could reach. Then he slammed down, against the earth. “To me!” the loud, trumpeting call echoed across the World’s Edge, calling all who lived there. It was time to assemble.
ooc| Mandatory Herd Meeting to announce all the new leads/positions! Please reply by 11/21, that's when the next round of posting will start.
Please tag Tembovu.
