the elephant king
He is not left long to sadly and awkwardly stare at his Queen from a distance. No, for suddenly a cracking was filling the air; a cracking that burst into a shrill click and crescendoed with a cried ”Run!”
And, of course, the Elephant King did exactly the opposite.
He caught the flash of pink light surrounding the bramble, before his eyes solidly met Alysanne’s brightly verdant and even gaze. And her words; they were leveled at him, he knew. Did she really think so little of him? Did she think he would leave his herd to defend themselves?
Ignoring such thoughts, for there was a possible threat on hand, he shifted to fully face the bramble thicket, “Move back,” his deep rumble sounded. Though it was mostly pointless as Oizys surged towards it, attacking with electric wolves that prowl. He sighed, though her magic might be useful, she was still a slender and fragile foal (for all that her bravado made her seem like she wasn’t).
It would be difficult to attack whatever came out of the thicket with his magic from so far away and not hit another with his lava-elephants. So, taking a deep breath his body shifted into the heavy, greatly trunked elephant form. The transformation wasn’t unpleasant, it just rooted his great hooves to the earth as his bones and muscles changed.
And he stomped forward, trunk raised and chest glowing as he prepared to send out his magic to protect those of the Edge. He was infinitely glad, in that moment, for the many hours he had spent along the cliffs, honing control of his magma magic by repeatedly hurling molten elephants over the edge. As he came within proximity to the thicket, his deep voice boomed again, “Show yourself. We do not want harm to befall yourself or ourselves.”
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs
he cannot escape his fate.
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