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11-29-2015, 01:39 AM
lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all,
but lend me your heart—
but lend me your heart—
Only a handful of individuals arrive after the Warlander, though his eyes do not linger on them for long. For a rare moment in his life, Rohan’s attention is focused solely for another male, the mammoth of a stallion that stands at their head. Dark-rimmed ears swivel once before pressing forward, cupping Tembovu’s booming voice when it rumbles from his chest. The name Snö means nothing to the antlered warrior. He knows nothing of the mare that had fallen, and is ignorant to her relation to the spotted stallion; were he a more observant character, Rohan might have put the two and two together (judging by Mauja’s dejected state) but he is not, and so the connection remains lost to him.
All the same, his focus is quickly swept elsewhere when Tembovu continues, announcing himself as their new king. It is a surprise for the Warlander, and he casts a sharp glance towards Mauja, something between curiosity and disbelief playing along his features. How recently had the spotted stallion stepped down? Why had he done so? Flicking the thick length of his unruly tail, Rohan shifts his weight, pressing his lips together when he returns his attention to their newly-appointed leader.
He listens quietly as the elephant speaks, giving him a curt nod when his name is spoken, a sense of pride flaring through him. He does not love the Edge like some of the others here, but it gives him something to protect, gives him purpose, and he loves it for that. Looking to the horned behemoth, it doesn’t take long for the Warlander to decide on an opinion. While he doesn’t take particularly well to authority of any kind, he is glad to be under the direction of Tembovu—the man is just, he thinks, unlike the king he had grown up under. Tembovu will do them good. Seeking the other stallion’s eyes in the throng of people, he offers him a quiet nod of approval, of respect.
“Speech.”
All the same, his focus is quickly swept elsewhere when Tembovu continues, announcing himself as their new king. It is a surprise for the Warlander, and he casts a sharp glance towards Mauja, something between curiosity and disbelief playing along his features. How recently had the spotted stallion stepped down? Why had he done so? Flicking the thick length of his unruly tail, Rohan shifts his weight, pressing his lips together when he returns his attention to their newly-appointed leader.
He listens quietly as the elephant speaks, giving him a curt nod when his name is spoken, a sense of pride flaring through him. He does not love the Edge like some of the others here, but it gives him something to protect, gives him purpose, and he loves it for that. Looking to the horned behemoth, it doesn’t take long for the Warlander to decide on an opinion. While he doesn’t take particularly well to authority of any kind, he is glad to be under the direction of Tembovu—the man is just, he thinks, unlike the king he had grown up under. Tembovu will do them good. Seeking the other stallion’s eyes in the throng of people, he offers him a quiet nod of approval, of respect.
“Speech.”
AND I’LL JUST LET YOU FALL.
rohan
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