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01-13-2016, 06:05 PM
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.
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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