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02-07-2016, 07:21 PM
the elephant king
Legs, heavy and stiff with betrayal and anger, churned relentlessly faster than his usual, steady pace— especially for bringing newcomers to the Edge. He had attempted a few words of conversation, but had mostly failed to leave the tumultuous insides of his skull during their (seemingly) long walk from the Endless Blue. In actually, it wasn’t too long of a trek— the cliffs were visible from the beach, after all. But, when stuck in mental misery, time passed so very differently.
Some parts the King realized he was being rude, some parts knew that he was pushing this mare further from joining him and his herd with his surly silent steps. But the larger part of him simply didn’t care— the swollen and pregnant sides of his no-longer lover weighed too heavily on his mind. His words, angry and cold, echoed in his head. While hers, hurt and apologetic, falling deafly onto his ears; they were ringing with heat and elephantine trumpets. Perhaps at a later time, a time when he was along and the rage cooled, he could self-flagellate himself with what the Thief had said… but not now.
Now, as the broached the tall trees and mists of the Edge, his attentions belonged to Raeden. He had been negligent in their walk, and the mare had been so sad upon the beach before… well, just before everything. Abruptly, ivory hooves halted in the soft earth. His eyes closed, head bowed and a long, even breath blew out of his nostrils. “Raeden,” his voice was low, “I—again, I am sorry for you having to witness that, on the beach. And for…” for stomping back to the Edge in silence? For turning his attentions away from her problems and onto his own?
He sighed, turning raising his head to gaze at her with tired, cobalt eyes, “Welcome to the World’s Edge. Our cliffs you saw from the beach are beyond the trees. I hope you choose to make our herd your home, though—“ he paused, contemplating the question that bubbled to his lips, “Is there a reason you choose not to reside with your sister in the Basin?” To the Elephant, who had buried his, family was precious.
Some parts the King realized he was being rude, some parts knew that he was pushing this mare further from joining him and his herd with his surly silent steps. But the larger part of him simply didn’t care— the swollen and pregnant sides of his no-longer lover weighed too heavily on his mind. His words, angry and cold, echoed in his head. While hers, hurt and apologetic, falling deafly onto his ears; they were ringing with heat and elephantine trumpets. Perhaps at a later time, a time when he was along and the rage cooled, he could self-flagellate himself with what the Thief had said… but not now.
Now, as the broached the tall trees and mists of the Edge, his attentions belonged to Raeden. He had been negligent in their walk, and the mare had been so sad upon the beach before… well, just before everything. Abruptly, ivory hooves halted in the soft earth. His eyes closed, head bowed and a long, even breath blew out of his nostrils. “Raeden,” his voice was low, “I—again, I am sorry for you having to witness that, on the beach. And for…” for stomping back to the Edge in silence? For turning his attentions away from her problems and onto his own?
He sighed, turning raising his head to gaze at her with tired, cobalt eyes, “Welcome to the World’s Edge. Our cliffs you saw from the beach are beyond the trees. I hope you choose to make our herd your home, though—“ he paused, contemplating the question that bubbled to his lips, “Is there a reason you choose not to reside with your sister in the Basin?” To the Elephant, who had buried his, family was precious.
tembovu
@Raeden welcoming, maybe? :D
Please tag Tembovu.
