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tembovu
He stood as a monolith, as he had the last time he called a meeting. How different times were now, though. Haunches to the sea, chest to the heart of the herd, cobalt eyes cut through the mists. This was not the stare or stance of a fledgling King, uncertain in his reign. This was the calm look and stare of a monarch adjusted to leading; and a shadowed look of a man still wielding his demons. Briefly, dark stare turned skywards— where was his Queen? A single slice of uncertainty pierced his barrel at the thought of his fellow monarch; there was so much unknown. The Icebound was…
She would stand beside him at the meeting. They would, side by side, lead the Edge. With an ease that surprised him (how cold was he becoming?) he internally silenced any personal strife; now was not the time for that. Now was a time to bring the herd together.
"Edge, gather!”
Time had grown long since the meeting in the wake of god-battles. Some herd members had risen to the call of their duties; others had not— a brief frown creased the black skin around blue eyes. And the members were long overdue to learn of their alliance with the Basin, their trading with the Throat, and their meeting with the Moon.
Hide rippled once over taunt muscles as the frigid, salty winds ripped up and over the gleaming white cliffs, freeing his meeting clearing of mist. Thick black tail strands whipped at his hocks and haunches, the fire in his chest safely stowed beneath layers of his newfound ice.
She would stand beside him at the meeting. They would, side by side, lead the Edge. With an ease that surprised him (how cold was he becoming?) he internally silenced any personal strife; now was not the time for that. Now was a time to bring the herd together.
"Edge, gather!”
Time had grown long since the meeting in the wake of god-battles. Some herd members had risen to the call of their duties; others had not— a brief frown creased the black skin around blue eyes. And the members were long overdue to learn of their alliance with the Basin, their trading with the Throat, and their meeting with the Moon.
Hide rippled once over taunt muscles as the frigid, salty winds ripped up and over the gleaming white cliffs, freeing his meeting clearing of mist. Thick black tail strands whipped at his hocks and haunches, the fire in his chest safely stowed beneath layers of his newfound ice.
the elephant king
Mandatory herd meeting! You have 7 days (3/9) to respond!
Please allow @Elsa to reply first.
And excuse my corny title ;]
Please tag Tembovu.
