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Stick and stones may break bones, but freeze burns… they cause severe pain in the nether-regions of Elephant Kings. Indeed, the great stallion was standing a little ways off from the Edge’s greenhouse with his right hindlimb raised in the air. Though it was not his limb that was injured, but what hung between them.
Edgar’s viciously icy attack had frozen the inside of his right thigh and skimmed along the sensitive tissues just next to there. The King had sought solitude after such a vicious fight and Elsa’s hateful words—though he found that the pain kept worsening rather than dulling as he sought lonely refuge on the cliffs.
So he had hobbled back, toward the Greenhouse where he was sure to be able to find healers. Part of him regretted that Alysanne no longer was Moon Doctor—for though the two were not friends, she had healed him before and there certainly the room for awkwardness was small after his post-meeting confession.
But, as it was, the Devoted no longer could heal him. So he sought one of the other Moon Doctors—perhaps Tilney? Asking him to crane his antlers near that sensitive part of his stallion-hood made him shiver once. Though the pain was already causing a patchwork of sweat to darken his silver buckskin to chocolate brown, despite the coolness Orangemoon brought.
He sighed, steeling himself, before calling out, “Moon Doctors!” He winced as he tried to take a step forward, “I am in need of a healer!” He groaned quietly as he, mulishly, tried to take yet another step towards the greenhouse.
And then he gave up, right hind toe just barely resting on the ground as he waited for aid.
Edgar’s viciously icy attack had frozen the inside of his right thigh and skimmed along the sensitive tissues just next to there. The King had sought solitude after such a vicious fight and Elsa’s hateful words—though he found that the pain kept worsening rather than dulling as he sought lonely refuge on the cliffs.
So he had hobbled back, toward the Greenhouse where he was sure to be able to find healers. Part of him regretted that Alysanne no longer was Moon Doctor—for though the two were not friends, she had healed him before and there certainly the room for awkwardness was small after his post-meeting confession.
But, as it was, the Devoted no longer could heal him. So he sought one of the other Moon Doctors—perhaps Tilney? Asking him to crane his antlers near that sensitive part of his stallion-hood made him shiver once. Though the pain was already causing a patchwork of sweat to darken his silver buckskin to chocolate brown, despite the coolness Orangemoon brought.
He sighed, steeling himself, before calling out, “Moon Doctors!” He winced as he tried to take a step forward, “I am in need of a healer!” He groaned quietly as he, mulishly, tried to take yet another step towards the greenhouse.
And then he gave up, right hind toe just barely resting on the ground as he waited for aid.
Tembovu
The Elephant King
for @Lyanna to heal him but open to anyone!
Set a little after his spar with Elsa & one of his testicles is freeze-burned from Edgar D: hehe
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