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10-10-2016, 09:44 PM
The Elephant King stood in front of the glass dragon, navy eyes slowly tracing the gleaming outline of the great statue. This had been the last place he had seen Hawezi, his first son. And now his second son, Kianzo, was missing as well. Black-rimmed ears tilt backwards, dark gaze leaving the empathy-less statue to instead look at the ground around his ivory hooves. The soil in the Edge was rich, forever fed by the falling leaves from the thick trees and forever watered by the persistent mists. And rich earth provided a solid, welcoming home for roots.
And the King had established roots. Many of them… His great skull shook slightly. He did not want to delve down this path of mental self-flagellation when he had sent Mbwene to find Nyx’s child. The bladed-horn hellion who wielded lightning creatures whose sting was as sharp as her own tongue. The King blinked, wondering how she had fared under Evangeline’s wing after the meeting. He had not spent much time with the Moon Doctor; but what little time he had spoken with her implied that she had little patience for outspoken, abrasive young fillies. A shadow of a lopsided grin crossed his muzzle—he was willing to guess that their conversations had been colorful.
And so, with a massive hip cocked slightly (he was still sore from Edgar’s attack, despite Lyanna’s healing), he waited in half-amused, half-somber silence. The ever-shifting mists briefly cleared for a moment, and the dragon’s amethyst eyes twinkled down at him—was there pity in those glittering, lavender jewels? The Dorobian stallion stared at them for a few, long moments, before snorting and shaking his head. Turning, he gave the dragon statue his haunches, waiting for the little gargoyle princess to arrive.
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And the King had established roots. Many of them… His great skull shook slightly. He did not want to delve down this path of mental self-flagellation when he had sent Mbwene to find Nyx’s child. The bladed-horn hellion who wielded lightning creatures whose sting was as sharp as her own tongue. The King blinked, wondering how she had fared under Evangeline’s wing after the meeting. He had not spent much time with the Moon Doctor; but what little time he had spoken with her implied that she had little patience for outspoken, abrasive young fillies. A shadow of a lopsided grin crossed his muzzle—he was willing to guess that their conversations had been colorful.
And so, with a massive hip cocked slightly (he was still sore from Edgar’s attack, despite Lyanna’s healing), he waited in half-amused, half-somber silence. The ever-shifting mists briefly cleared for a moment, and the dragon’s amethyst eyes twinkled down at him—was there pity in those glittering, lavender jewels? The Dorobian stallion stared at them for a few, long moments, before snorting and shaking his head. Turning, he gave the dragon statue his haunches, waiting for the little gargoyle princess to arrive.
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Tembovu
The Elephant King
@Oizys To ask how her lesson with Evangeline went ;) hehe
There's no rush on this, I just wanted to get it up in OM
Feel free to PP Mbwene however to fetch her ;D
Please tag Tembovu.
