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10-06-2015, 11:44 PM
The gargantuan stallion had been to the Threshold in all sorts of weather and all different times. From rain to sun to snow. From morning, to afternoon, to the wee hours of the morning. Yet, it seemed that newcomers had no specific time or weather in which they preferred to arrive. There was no ‘usual’ when it came to the Threshold. So the elephant plodded along, adhering to the thinner parts of the forest. His large size often got stuck in the thicker trees. He snorted in amusement at the memory. Tallsun has brought his beloved head. Despite his size, he was a desert-born stallion who enjoyed the warmth— especially the warm breeze gently tickling his coarse coat. But the breeze, although being pleasant, foretold of a storm brewing above him in the dark skies. At least it wasn’t snow. Truly, the stallion hated cold. His thick, barred hide twitched, ridding himself of evening pests. Ears twitch in the darkness— the storm had blocked out the moon and stars. He heard a stream and a breaking branch. Equines? Directing his long, sweeping strides towards the sounds, his perked ears caught a feminine voice. He knew that voice well. Smiling, he broke through the trees, expecting to see the lovely grey mare. “Brisa,” his low voice rumbled warmly in greeting. Though his gaze sharpened as he saw that she was about to run. His eyes, adjusting to the clearing, caught a streak of white and red. Then flashes of green and blue eyes. Slowly, the form of the handsome young colt came into focus. Proud, if young, pale antlers sprouted from his head, dipped in the same blue as his eye. Red markings beneath his eyes and under his belly leapt out against the darkness of the evening. The rest of his dark bay blended into obscurity of night. Thick, black-tipped ears perk towards the adolescent. “Evening, my good man. I second Brisa’s welcome,” his deep voice rolls across the creek to the newcomer. “I am Tembovu, of the World’s Edge. Who might you be?” He takes a few steps closer to the water’s edge, contemplating taking a drink. Yet both equines before him are strung so taunt that he make his movements easy and calm. |
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ooc| Hi Veer!! <3 :D Welcome to Helovia! Would you like to be tagged? @Brisa @Ezital
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