A misty lion paced behind him, magnificent mane an ephemeral cloud as the beast embodied the agitation of the King. The giant had left the Edge’s boundaries (he had been doing so more often, as of late), walking east to the Meadow’s flat, grassy land. Perhaps he found some semblance of comfort in the plains-like pasture, perhaps he just walked to settle his mind. He was uneasy, too many strange things had happened that had left the mammoth disquieted. A man who shifted to another being in front of his very eyes? He and the beast he tried so hard to quell becoming one in the last spar. A physical elephant of magma materializing from his very skin.

What was this place? He had heard of so many things about Helovia— most good, which was why he had travelled so very far to reach this mythical place. But…

But now a King, with a lonely heart and unsettled soul, he was unsure if the die cast by the Helovian fates was where he wished to leave his life. Brows knitting, he shook his head as he abruptly halted, hooves biting into the dry grasses and cold soil. The lion, still as restless as his mind, continued to move, circling around the giant.

Thick, silvered buckskin hide rippled in the chill that was falling with the setting sun. The day had been cool, but the night would be cold. Eyes cast upwards, finding the dusk in the west and the already risen moon in the eastern sky. The patron of the Edge was eager to be seen these days, even in her half-full glory. He eyed her celestial body, mind reliving her presence at the meeting. He had seen her ruthlessness, brought about by disrespect of Torliek. He had seen her warmth with how she had treated Erthe. And he had seen her skepticism, with how she had looked at himself. Could he fault her? Not really. Was he not walking because of self-doubt? Vaguely, he wondered if those of religious alignment suffered from such doubts… How was his Seer, Alune, anyhow?

The lion suddenly halted staring with an unearthly, predatory gaze into the shadows at the edges of the meadow. Heavy skull swivelling, he turned to look, “Show yourself.” The Elephant’s command boomed in the swelling night.

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WC: 390
Notes: @Alune you may have first attack if you'd like! Sorry this took longer than I thought to get up!
Summary: There a mist-lion behind him, it's early evening with a half-full moon already risen, and it's set in the Thistle Meadow.

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