.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
10-14-2015, 10:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2015, 10:51 PM by Tembovu.
Edit Reason: so many tag issues
)
He watches the pup curl beneath his barrel in amusement, a lopsided grin warming his face. Curving his neck to the side and bending his head down, he looks at the adolescent hellhound beneath his stomach, “Comfortable, little one?” His question is rhetorical, for the little Sarabi looked quite comfortable. His head raises as the young, dark colt states that the Edge is not the place for him. He raises his brows and cannot help the disappointment that courses through him. He understands the premise of it being difficult to even find a soul to recruit in the vastness of the Threshold. And then to have the newcomer choose his own Edge— it was always slim odds. Though, to Tembovu, it was still a loss of providing a home and a future to another. Something he had so desperately needed when he arrived to Helovia. Finally, tamping down his disappointment, he speaks, “I’m sorry to hear that, Ezital. Though it would be hard to resist Brisa, were I not Glazier of the Edge,” he grins at the mare, “I wish you luck in the Falls,” another grin crosses over his broad face. Then he nods, ear flicking hindwards as another creak of lightning and threatening boom of thunder break the night. The warm, large drops begin to fall faster now. “Safe travels to the Falls, Brisa. Vitani,” he nods to the mare and filly in turn. Then he quickly steps sideways, a mischievous smile on his broad maw, “It seems you’ve lost your rain shield, Sarabi,” he winks at the pup. And then the Elephant disappears in the darkness of the trees. |
- table by Niki -
@Brisa @Ezital @Vitani
Please tag Tembovu.
