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01-21-2016, 09:45 PM
Head lifted, cobalt eyes slicing through the mist. He had begun to learn how to see in the fog— how to piece together glimpses to fill in the blurry, dark forms. The mist will give it’s secrets to those who know how to ask. And the King, in his recent delving into darkness, had learned much in the shadowy ways of the Lady Moon.
He watched his glowing white Queen leading an antlered duo into the heart of the herdlands. One set beautifully crafted and adorned with blue feathers and beads. The other a handsome set of sturdy and vast bulk. He assumed, partially incorrectly, that both were new herd members recruited by the Icebound. He cannot help but admire the great racks from afar— finding himself, as always, envious of antlers. It was instilled in him from Dorobo to value dial horns; dual horns with that many tines he, naturally, valued greatly.
Long strides carry the Elephant and his great mass towards the two horned and one winged horses. He approached, catching the tail end of the greatly antlered one’s words. “Indeed, it has it’s own beauty,” his low rumble rolled in agreement with the mane, “Welcome to the Edge. I am Tembovu, King alongside Elsa,” his great horn nodded towards the Queen in both deference and greeting. Unknowingly, he echoed the questions of his Queen, “Have either of you a path you wish to follow within the Edge?”
Cobalt eyes, light in their relief of the ease of accepting new members to the Edge, studied each newcomer in kind, face questioning after their names. The woman was slender with white, pupil-less eyes. Her coat was a unique color, a warmed grey, with elegant spots decorating her coat. Certainly unique. His eyes slide to the man, stocky and drafty he surely would be a force to reckon with on a battlefield— if that was his calling. The King would respect those great antlers in a spar, no doubt.
He remained silent, awaiting the answer to his redundant question, tail swaying at his hocks.
He watched his glowing white Queen leading an antlered duo into the heart of the herdlands. One set beautifully crafted and adorned with blue feathers and beads. The other a handsome set of sturdy and vast bulk. He assumed, partially incorrectly, that both were new herd members recruited by the Icebound. He cannot help but admire the great racks from afar— finding himself, as always, envious of antlers. It was instilled in him from Dorobo to value dial horns; dual horns with that many tines he, naturally, valued greatly.
Long strides carry the Elephant and his great mass towards the two horned and one winged horses. He approached, catching the tail end of the greatly antlered one’s words. “Indeed, it has it’s own beauty,” his low rumble rolled in agreement with the mane, “Welcome to the Edge. I am Tembovu, King alongside Elsa,” his great horn nodded towards the Queen in both deference and greeting. Unknowingly, he echoed the questions of his Queen, “Have either of you a path you wish to follow within the Edge?”
Cobalt eyes, light in their relief of the ease of accepting new members to the Edge, studied each newcomer in kind, face questioning after their names. The woman was slender with white, pupil-less eyes. Her coat was a unique color, a warmed grey, with elegant spots decorating her coat. Certainly unique. His eyes slide to the man, stocky and drafty he surely would be a force to reckon with on a battlefield— if that was his calling. The King would respect those great antlers in a spar, no doubt.
He remained silent, awaiting the answer to his redundant question, tail swaying at his hocks.
He paid for his sins. He was saved.
But some sins haunt us no matter how much we pay.
@Tiva
Please tag Tembovu.
