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10-02-2016, 07:18 PM
the elephant king
Dark, cobalt gaze drawn upwards, peering between the misted branches as not one but two shadows passed over him. One was large—disquietingly so—and the other was nimbly darting close to the other one in the moments the King caught them through the trees. The fog blurred their forms, but the tawny colors of one must be Graasvoel, the Korofi that hovered at the edges of the herd, never quite committing to being fully apart of the Edge.
The other shadow he did not know. It was bright, gleaming with color. Perhaps a new member? His chest lightened at the though, wondering if the giant pegasus man was, in fact, recruiting for the Edge. Maybe the Elephant was not giving the man enough credit. Maybe he was apart of the Edge, just in ways different than other members showed.
Regardless of these uplifting thoughts, his thick lips pursed in a slight frown as Graasvoel and his consort flew past the Edge’s borders. New members were welcomed at the broken glass, not deep within the herdland’s heart. He snorted loudly, picking up a brisk and earth-shaking trot to follow the pair from the ground. He relied on Mbwene’s eyes to guide him on the ground as his navy eyes craned upwards, peering through the branches to catch sight of the wayward winged ones.
Broaching the clearing, it was apparent that the two had rested there for a few moments before his arrival. The sweat was already drying in a few salt streaked patches on the hairy behemoth’s tawny hide. “Graasvoel, we greet newcomers at the Edge’s borders,” his low rumble called in gentle rebuke across the expanse of drying grass.
His hooves slowed to walk as he approached, heavily horned head dipping in greeting to the brightly colored woman whose markings and build plainly marked her as Korofi. “Welcome to the Edge. I am Tembovu, King here,” his rumbled again, a lopsided grin hitching his muzzle, “Your colorful and lovely, markings tell me you are of the Korofi?” His massive head cocked slightly as he awaited an answer of the vibrant woman. Mbwene slowly approached her, trunk outstretched and asking if she could touch her colorful skin. She had learned from the glass-woman to not run up and poke strangers to the Edge.
The other shadow he did not know. It was bright, gleaming with color. Perhaps a new member? His chest lightened at the though, wondering if the giant pegasus man was, in fact, recruiting for the Edge. Maybe the Elephant was not giving the man enough credit. Maybe he was apart of the Edge, just in ways different than other members showed.
Regardless of these uplifting thoughts, his thick lips pursed in a slight frown as Graasvoel and his consort flew past the Edge’s borders. New members were welcomed at the broken glass, not deep within the herdland’s heart. He snorted loudly, picking up a brisk and earth-shaking trot to follow the pair from the ground. He relied on Mbwene’s eyes to guide him on the ground as his navy eyes craned upwards, peering through the branches to catch sight of the wayward winged ones.
Broaching the clearing, it was apparent that the two had rested there for a few moments before his arrival. The sweat was already drying in a few salt streaked patches on the hairy behemoth’s tawny hide. “Graasvoel, we greet newcomers at the Edge’s borders,” his low rumble called in gentle rebuke across the expanse of drying grass.
His hooves slowed to walk as he approached, heavily horned head dipping in greeting to the brightly colored woman whose markings and build plainly marked her as Korofi. “Welcome to the Edge. I am Tembovu, King here,” his rumbled again, a lopsided grin hitching his muzzle, “Your colorful and lovely, markings tell me you are of the Korofi?” His massive head cocked slightly as he awaited an answer of the vibrant woman. Mbwene slowly approached her, trunk outstretched and asking if she could touch her colorful skin. She had learned from the glass-woman to not run up and poke strangers to the Edge.
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