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12-23-2015, 08:40 PM
“Hello, Caenan,” the low voice rumbled from the mists. It was truly remarkable that a beast at large as the Elephant might hide anywhere. But the heavy, thick fog, formed an easy shroud that enveloped the King into obscurity. It was unique experience for the man, as he was ever accruing the gaze of others with his size. But now, hidden by the Lady Moon’s opaque breath, he found something akin to anonymity… He wasn’t certain how he felt about it.
He was certain that he liked the simple and straightforwardness that accompanied the dark bay stallion’s appearance. The giant took a sweeping step forward, shedding the mist’s cloak, and revealing himself. Dark blue eyes squarely meet the probing, overbright green depths of the unicorn stud, before his gaze sweeps once over the thin body and matted mane. Cream ears swiveled forward as his interest heightens, particularly at the uncertainty that hung not only on his words, but also on his ribby frame.
“I am Tembovu, King of the Edge,” baritone rolled from his chest as he continued to study the handsomely hued man. Though he now was accustomed to introducing himself as lead, he was still adjusting to passing judgement on those who wished to join their herd. It was so similar, and yet so very different, from testing hopefuls who wished to join his old battalion. He still asked questions, but it was so… just so different. Now he was building a herd, not destroying an empire. His black nostrils smell the sea that still clung to his slick coat, and the Elephant realizes that it is not only malnourishment that makes Caenan’s body slender, it is also youth. Though his body is mature, it lacks the wearing of time. So he cannot be that long an adult stallion.
He blinks in the silence that settles as his thoughts roll around in his large skull. Then, finally, his thick lips part once again, “Is there a rank you had in mind?” Ebony brows raise slightly as he questions the young, ocean drenched stallion.
He was certain that he liked the simple and straightforwardness that accompanied the dark bay stallion’s appearance. The giant took a sweeping step forward, shedding the mist’s cloak, and revealing himself. Dark blue eyes squarely meet the probing, overbright green depths of the unicorn stud, before his gaze sweeps once over the thin body and matted mane. Cream ears swiveled forward as his interest heightens, particularly at the uncertainty that hung not only on his words, but also on his ribby frame.
“I am Tembovu, King of the Edge,” baritone rolled from his chest as he continued to study the handsomely hued man. Though he now was accustomed to introducing himself as lead, he was still adjusting to passing judgement on those who wished to join their herd. It was so similar, and yet so very different, from testing hopefuls who wished to join his old battalion. He still asked questions, but it was so… just so different. Now he was building a herd, not destroying an empire. His black nostrils smell the sea that still clung to his slick coat, and the Elephant realizes that it is not only malnourishment that makes Caenan’s body slender, it is also youth. Though his body is mature, it lacks the wearing of time. So he cannot be that long an adult stallion.
He blinks in the silence that settles as his thoughts roll around in his large skull. Then, finally, his thick lips part once again, “Is there a rank you had in mind?” Ebony brows raise slightly as he questions the young, ocean drenched stallion.
Tembovu
The Elephant King
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