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12-29-2015, 08:57 PM
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Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars Alune often visited the purple hued ocean that linked all the herdlands save for the arid desert island that lay to the south, wandered through the thistle laced patches and grazed upon the lush grass nestled between. Here thoughts could collect freely, and the Seer could pick through them at his leisure without the stresses and strains of others upon his velvet hide. Lately, his thoughts had travelled the road between his homeland and his new life in Helovia. Helovia was untapped, unlike the Isle. It had no great crystal infused forests nor any towers that arched towards the sky to challenge the mountains lofty crown. So unlike his home, sometimes it was refreshing and sometimes it brought a deep sense of unease. He had wandered close to the tree line as the day began to set, bowing as the Moon began her ascent to rule her night realm. It cloaked her Seer with her darkness, draped his velvet hide with her tones of deep twilight. The last lines of his large form were lost as the shadow finally dropped like a thick curtain upon the cluster he had sought sanctuary in. Suddenly, the Lunar Sentinel did not appear as the jovial, free-spirited and chivalrous pillar he was by day. He stood like a predator that lurked in the deep mists, watching and waiting. The teeth which grinned in the shadows, the claws that crept out of the deep earth towards the unassuming prey. Hidden silvers turned their gaze to the figure that approached, ears flicked briefly with his silent question until the unmistakable hide of his King became visible. Tembovu. What was he doing so far from his throne? Wearing his crown like a deadman's weight. He has read of Great Kings felled by steel and arrow, they thrashed upon the battlefield or their bed chambers as their life pooled beneath their feet. He momentarily wonders, is Tembovu's folly not going to be the sword of the enemy or the silent hand of a hired assassin — but his own heart piercing itself against emotional spears? Would he thrash upon the battlefield of his inner turmoil? It seemed his mist creature was more alert that he, since it sensed him first and in kind his own mist creatures, in the shape of elegant stags let out silent snorts of protest and one by one they left the shadowed sanctuary and into the twilight meadow. Their great antlers lowered in a defensive display to the mighty king of the cats that gazed their way. "You look weary, my King." He called from his shadowed perch, the faint sound of his tail echoed across the thistles as it slithered over the grass. Silence followed his blunt statement for a few drawn moments until it was shattered, heavy thuds signaled his emergence from his place between the tree's to stand at his full height in front of the Edge King. He did not stand before Tembovu as the pious pillar his rank dictated, but as something more. A Paladin. A champion of the Goddess, unflinching to unsheathe his weapon and rend in her name. "May I suggest an outlet for whatever ails you?" He did not elaborate further, for his stance and the spears upon his brow spoke volumes instead. They gleamed a sinister light, the way Orithia had imagined he could wield them should he change his light-hearted and gentle heart. A subtle warning for the oncoming upheaval. They would move mountains and shatter the plates beneath their thunderous hooves, their bodies would level tree's and upturn their roots from their slumber. Titan against Titan. A magnificent battle of might and power. His tail swayed once. Twice. The third time it swept across the grass, he lunged, powerful limbs outstretched as his body threw itself into a charge. Lapis hooves trampled everything in his way as he approached, grass uprooted and tossed to the side as the thistle became flat and lifeless under the swirling maelstrom that was gathering above them. "Steel yourself, my king." He hollered, the only warning the Elephantine King would get from his Seer. The tone cunning and deadly as he surged, he would not give the other stallion the pleasure of an easy fight. Alune's head lowered to brandish his quad horned skull, the two largest spires ready to connect with Tembovu's meaty hide. He approached, not once did he slow until he was upon Tembovu like a wave aiming to sunder the cliff face. Alune aimed for the plain stallion's left side, right shoulder dropping to try slam against it to try and throw him of his balance, and bring his horns down in an attempt to slash his crowns across Tembovu's neck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A: 1/3 Wordcount: 788 Summary: Alune charges Tembovu, aiming for his left side and he drops his shoulder. He hopes to slam it into Temb's right to throw him off balance while he brings his horns to slash across Tembovu's neck. Notes: Sorry it got so super wordy ;_; "talk talk talk" |
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
