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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3hh :: 2 Years :: Birdsong |
TierRen |
World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
smitty |
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Ears twitch and eyes narrow as a call sings into the first and the latter peer through the fog. Was that a low roar of fire? Unease blooms in his barrel as the yellow-orange glow distortedly carries through the fog, slowly becoming clearing as the fire burns away some of the Moon’s mists. Black-dotted ears pinned against his great skull, legs aching to move while his mind hovered in indecision. It did not look like a large blaze— but with all the kindling dried by Orangemoon, a small flame could quickly leap to an inferno. And the herd would need to be warned— fire was something he was intensely serious with handling. He knew how devastating it’s hungry tongues could be. His own, inner flames awaken, and faintly he hears an elephant’s trumpet rattle in his skull— that beast of his magic would set the Edge aflame.
But, as he is about to turn on heel and begin to spread warning, the flames disappear. Pinna swing forward, once again perking the ambitious shadow of darkness and flame once again calls out. “Momma Eva?” Only now does he heed the actual words spoken. Evangeline had more children visiting the Edge? It was obvious he needed to know more of his Moon Doctor.
Colossal and looming, the Elephant strode through the mists that slowly gave away the secrets of the stranger’s identity. It became a she. A winged mare— one that he recognized from the Thistle Meadow? He halted at the Edge’s border, facing the young mare, head held with ease at it’s great height. “Take care with those flames, there’s much tinder for a flame this time of year,” the rumble was part suggestion, but mostly command. Cobalt eyes glance towards the now-folded wings, though he knew they were the source of the flames, before returning to the gold-brushed face of the mare, “I do not know where Evangeline is, but I am King here. Is there something you need?”
Tembovu
ooc| I wasn’t sure if I should place this before or after the Thistle Meadow thread… And if Eva comes, he’ll prob fade away. But I just didn’t want you waiting at the border :] @Faeanne
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3hh :: 2 Years :: Birdsong |
TierRen |
01-11-2016, 10:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-11-2016, 10:09 PM by Faeanne.)
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I am embarrassed that a stallion I do not know answers my call for 'Momma Eva'. I am closer to being a grown mare than a foal but now it is doubtful that he will see me that way. After hearing me call for Evangeline like that he probably sees me as no more than a yearling. “Take care with those flames, there’s much tinder for a flame this time of year.” My embarrassment makes me irritable. Bossy aren't you? "I was worried that no one would see or hear me in this thick mist. So I used my flames as beacons." I swish my tail around in it to lend a visual aide. Some of my silky strands still brush against the ground even as I swing my tail about. Pride makes me stand a little taller. No yearling sports a tail like mine. My pride is all that keeps me from pointing out that my flames had brought the attention of someone and had not caught anything on fire.
“I do not know where Evangeline is, but I am King here. Is there something you need?” He is the King? I tilt my head and take him in completely differently now. He does have stature that befits one but I do not remember this giant. He was not lead whenever I lived here. But that is neither here nor there, it does not affect me. "So Mo--," I catch and correct myself, "so Evangeline is still a part of the Edge?" I consider asking him about Papa Ruske and if he ever returned but I decide to keep that question for Momma. King or not I only wish to allow this stranger so far into my life. A rank does not make a stranger any more than just that, a stranger. "No sir," he may still be a stranger but he is a stranger that does require more respect than others, "I only came to visit with my momma." I huff as the word slips out but I don't bother changing it this time. Instead I just shrug my shoulders.
Notes: This would be before that thread. Thanks for dropping in!
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Tallis :: Common Orange Dragon :: Fire Breath & Toxic Breath
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Evangeline you always want what you're running from |
First Uriel returned and now Tallis was telling her that Faeanne was waiting at the Edge's border. Evangeline should have been happy, excited, relieved that two of her children had come back, but she was apprehensive. What did it mean that they finally had come back to her? Where they here to stay or were they passing through? Would they disappear again and become the ghosts that haunted her memories and dreams and every waking moment when she wasn't preoccupied with the duties that her job required of her?
Tallis flew ahead of Evangeline with the main purpose of being present if anyone found the girl before her mother did, but when he finally reappeared Tembovu was already there. The dragon trilled his arrival and flew past the King as he made his way to Faeanne. He circled then settled on her back and looked to Tembovu, his scaled head tilting as if to say that, despite the flames the girl was no threat. His presence was also meant to assure that Evangeline was on her way.
She could hear the faint sound of voices as she approached, but she was still too far away for any of it to be intelligible. 'She came for you.' Tallis said as he listened from his perch on Faeanne's back. There was a surge of hope within the orange mare that the girl would choose to stay, but she squashed it as quickly as it rose. In all her experience it was hope that had caused her so much pain. Hope that she wouldn't be left behind, hope that her heart would not be crushed, hope that she would be good enough. She would not allow herself to hope and then hurt.
Evangeline stepped into the gathering, she looked from Faeanne to Tembovu then back to the child that she'd raised. "Faeanne..." She murmured the girl's name as she moved to stand beside her King. "You came back..."
Why?
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and you know this is more than you can take
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World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
smitty |
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
There is an air of defiance in response to his command— and the King is surprised by the dominance that rose swiftly in him. It is strange how quickly one adjusts to power. The Elephant had been accustomed to respect from his previous life as a general-turned-politican. But that was a much different power than that of monarchy. The flood of supremacy is both squashed by himself ( ‘ridiculous,’ he thought) and mitigated by the respectful “Sir” used by the young mare before him. Though, he is somewhat bemused at her lack of introduction and opens his mouth to inquire— when Tallis suddenly swept by him in a flash of orange scales and alighted upon the winged back. Bright dragon eyes meet his own, silently giving a lizard’s seal of approval to the stranger.
His question of her name is answered before he can ask, as Evangeline, in her pure beauty, appeared. She murmurs a name, feminine body coming to stand beside his giant one. His first thought is to leave, respecting the quiet intimacy of reunion between mother and daughter. This was so different from Uriel’s return, which had been tear-ridden and tension-riddled. Then, he had felt a need to stay and oversee (buffer?) the anger of her son. Now, he felt as a hulking intruder of private confidences.
But it was the warmth of the Doctor’s svelte body at his side that kept him rooted, if only for a few moments. Gaze, warming and softening from their earlier, warning stare, drift between the two mares, merely leaning a shoulder against the orange mare in silent support of whatever emotional toll this reunion would take. He saves his own name for a later time.
Tembovu
ooc| @Faeanne awkward Temb xD
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