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06-13-2016, 11:49 PM
the happy ending depends, of course...
Black-rimmed ears swing forward as he heard voices— both feminine but only one familiar. Another newcomer to the Edge? His head raised from his greedy, delicious afternoon snack of Birdsong’s lush new grasses. Great horn swiveled towards he border near which he grazed, wondering who would appear.
A lopsided smile crossed his muzzle as Auriel, wreathed in black smoke, emerged from the misted trees. And at her haunches walked an ink-stained equine. The slender, dark figure hovered, almost intimately, and the Edge’s Princess’s shoulder. He had not known that his Captain had had a lover. Should he have known? His internal questions brought a closer inspection of the long, lanky newcomer. And he found her body feminine, if angular. Ebony brows raise, glancing between the pair as his head cocked. He was not one to judge where one finds love, but—
His thoughts cease as his intent study of the back, violet-sheen woman settled on her eyes. Blind. Though there were some that were pupil-less in Helovia, the way the woman hovered and the way her silver eyes stared unfocused all told the Elephant King that this newcomer did not have sight. His own eyes dropped to the minefield of sharp glass that littered the misted ground between him and the two women.
“Auriel,” his deep rumble called, “There is a place cleared of glass just past the trees to your right. It might prove less treacherous for you and your companion.” His own, broad shoulders twisted, as he began to move in that direction, hopefully following the two along the other side of the shattered glass until they reached the short, glass-free expanse.
“Hello, I am Tembovu. I gladly welcome you to the Edge,” he low voice easily travelled the distance to the newcomer, “Aside from Auriel’s good company, what brings you to us?” His deep tone was laced with curiosity.
A lopsided smile crossed his muzzle as Auriel, wreathed in black smoke, emerged from the misted trees. And at her haunches walked an ink-stained equine. The slender, dark figure hovered, almost intimately, and the Edge’s Princess’s shoulder. He had not known that his Captain had had a lover. Should he have known? His internal questions brought a closer inspection of the long, lanky newcomer. And he found her body feminine, if angular. Ebony brows raise, glancing between the pair as his head cocked. He was not one to judge where one finds love, but—
His thoughts cease as his intent study of the back, violet-sheen woman settled on her eyes. Blind. Though there were some that were pupil-less in Helovia, the way the woman hovered and the way her silver eyes stared unfocused all told the Elephant King that this newcomer did not have sight. His own eyes dropped to the minefield of sharp glass that littered the misted ground between him and the two women.
“Auriel,” his deep rumble called, “There is a place cleared of glass just past the trees to your right. It might prove less treacherous for you and your companion.” His own, broad shoulders twisted, as he began to move in that direction, hopefully following the two along the other side of the shattered glass until they reached the short, glass-free expanse.
“Hello, I am Tembovu. I gladly welcome you to the Edge,” he low voice easily travelled the distance to the newcomer, “Aside from Auriel’s good company, what brings you to us?” His deep tone was laced with curiosity.
...on when you end your story.
@Auriel
Please tag Tembovu.
