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11-22-2015, 10:18 PM
Tembovu
He had left the Edge once again— perhaps not the most auspicious of beginnings to his reign— but, alas, after the meeting he needed to walk away from the mists to clear his eyes and mind. Perhaps, what he truly needed, was to stay in the mists to more fully understand all things Edge… But, for now, the antelope-marked stallion was finding his answers while wander south of his herdlands.
His ears are splayed sideways in thought, head and neck swaying in the slow rhythm of his sweeping strides. He finds himself at the Rotunda before realizing he had walked so far— had he even seen the Grove? Surely he would have smelt the pheromones there. Ah, well, obviously his mind was too knotted in the occurrences of the herd meeting to warrant any attention to such a place. It’s not like he had any need for it… not anymore, anyway.
His ears tilt backwards as the dark thought crosses through his mind. He shoves it somewhere dark and deep, to harbor along with any angry past memories— things to haunt him at inopportune circumstances and vulnerable moments. Perhaps one day he’ll learn to cope with such emotions, memories, and thoughts; but, alas, today is not that day.
His head raises marginally as he surveys his surroundings. Hunger grumbles loudly in his giant barrel, and he drops his great head to rip a large mouthful of grass. Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention as he shifts head to look at it, but does not raise his head from his delicious snack.
A winged mare of striking coloring alights the earth, gracefully landing her petite form within the Rotunda. He stares, watching her elegantly fold her wings at her sides, before continuing to chew and swallow the greenery in his mouth.
Slowly he raises his head to his impressive height, pale ears perked towards the pegasus. “That’s some impressive flying skill,” his low voice rolls towards her. “I am Tembovu, of the World’s Edge.”
His ears are splayed sideways in thought, head and neck swaying in the slow rhythm of his sweeping strides. He finds himself at the Rotunda before realizing he had walked so far— had he even seen the Grove? Surely he would have smelt the pheromones there. Ah, well, obviously his mind was too knotted in the occurrences of the herd meeting to warrant any attention to such a place. It’s not like he had any need for it… not anymore, anyway.
His ears tilt backwards as the dark thought crosses through his mind. He shoves it somewhere dark and deep, to harbor along with any angry past memories— things to haunt him at inopportune circumstances and vulnerable moments. Perhaps one day he’ll learn to cope with such emotions, memories, and thoughts; but, alas, today is not that day.
His head raises marginally as he surveys his surroundings. Hunger grumbles loudly in his giant barrel, and he drops his great head to rip a large mouthful of grass. Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention as he shifts head to look at it, but does not raise his head from his delicious snack.
A winged mare of striking coloring alights the earth, gracefully landing her petite form within the Rotunda. He stares, watching her elegantly fold her wings at her sides, before continuing to chew and swallow the greenery in his mouth.
Slowly he raises his head to his impressive height, pale ears perked towards the pegasus. “That’s some impressive flying skill,” his low voice rolls towards her. “I am Tembovu, of the World’s Edge.”
@Amani
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