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06-02-2016, 07:54 AM
He limped away from the Edge, glad to know that the pale palomino sleuth was indeed able to defend in battle as much as she was able to watch from the shadows. But he was sore. He wasn’t sure when sparring had left him feeling more sore and less invigorated, but it had somehow morphed into that… and he knew it meant he should start training more but, as a low groaned pushed passed out his nostrils when he submerged his haunches in the Grove’s cool pond, he was becoming less and less inclined to. Elsa, in all her Icebound glory, was better trained in the ways of Helovian sparring. He had become more useful for his tongue.
He closed his eyes, dipping his head and horn in to the refreshing liquid to wash away the blood and memories of the Queen’s hurt, closed face… A sigh came out as bubbles beneath the water’s surface. It was no wonder that, after the fight, he had sought to cleanse himself outside the Edge’s borders. There was something sadly stifling within in home now. Guilt, sorrow, grief— even these now stained the pale coat of his child!
Ears laid back as he sought relief from these overwhelming emotions, slowly raising his great skull above the water. His thick hide twitched as it ran down his neck and pooled on the vast expanse of his back, the clear liquid becoming tinged with blood and dirt. His haunches faced the shore just as his eyes were closed. Perhaps not the wisest of positions, but the King was far enough away from the shore’s edge to at least know of another’s presence before they were upon him.
He closed his eyes, dipping his head and horn in to the refreshing liquid to wash away the blood and memories of the Queen’s hurt, closed face… A sigh came out as bubbles beneath the water’s surface. It was no wonder that, after the fight, he had sought to cleanse himself outside the Edge’s borders. There was something sadly stifling within in home now. Guilt, sorrow, grief— even these now stained the pale coat of his child!
Ears laid back as he sought relief from these overwhelming emotions, slowly raising his great skull above the water. His thick hide twitched as it ran down his neck and pooled on the vast expanse of his back, the clear liquid becoming tinged with blood and dirt. His haunches faced the shore just as his eyes were closed. Perhaps not the wisest of positions, but the King was far enough away from the shore’s edge to at least know of another’s presence before they were upon him.
@Adaeze Set after his spar with Raeden
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