In the calm and quiet (too quiet), he kept his mind turning — lest he let it wanted to darker, shadowed places. His new magic, that of shifting into an Elephant, was so much easier to control than the first magic; the enraged magmaphants. It was a strange transformation, so immobile, yet the power and strength he felt after… it was intoxicating. For the first time, he felt small in his own hide, compared to the gargantuan elephant bull he had been—
His head snapped up, looking through the trees towards the near cliffs. The scream that rent the stillness went on and on— familiar and foreign in the same breath. Regardless, his limping walk burst into a slow, sore lope towards the source of the sound. He was in no state to truly defend, but he felt his duty as King pull him towards the sound.
“Erthe?” The question is out of his thick lips the moment he sees the pearlest, white rump of the filly. Though, as he knows, she is a filly no longer. She is a yearling, long legs and lanky frame; but the Elephant still things of her as the foal-fuzz youth that barged into the Threshold, full of curiosity and pomp. Perhaps he always would.
Mbwene shuffled behind him, bumping into his haunches at his sudden halt when he his navy gaze had alighted on the
SORRY I TOOK SO LONG <3
I also set it after his spar with Kiuaji, so I left his wounds nebulous :P