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Tembovu
The late Orangemoon air was crisp, creating clouds of breath that left frost clinging and glimmering on his muzzle’s whiskers. The giant didn’t sleep well, these nights. It was cold, still— too calm for the immobile weight that burdened his barrel. Every thing was so dull… Especially now, with the muted grays, blacks, and whites of the night. Well, of the morning— the zenith of the moon had already come and past. Helovia was now just awaiting the warming of hues on the eastern horizon that would mark the sun’s arrival. But that was still awhile away, yet.
So, in the muted darkness, the Elephant stood, staring blankly across the black mirror that was the freshwater pool of the Edge. He did not look into the water— he did not need to see his reflection to know how empty his gaze was. He blinked, breaking his infinite stare into the shadows. What was he doing?
This was useless, standing here in his insomnia like a giant elephant statue. Statues were useless. Pretty to look at, imposing to walk by. But they did nothing. He was not a man who did nothing, he was a King. A man of action. A destroyer of empires and builder of herds—
He snorted, shaking his head at the melodramatic turn his thoughts had taken. He was not those things. He was a stallion, a simple man. In time, his joints would creak, his hooves would ache, his sight and hearing might fail, and eventually his great and giant heart would stop. And he would fall, just like all equines.
Lowering his great head to the glass-like lake, he took a deep draught of the icy liquid. Perhaps the cold shock to his barrel would quell his theatrical thoughts. He needed a distraction, some kind of action to take his mind out of this introspective twilight, so easily brought on by solitude and shadows. Gaze casted around, searching the murky mist around him.
A: 0/3
D: -
WC: 329
Notes: @Alysanne They can chat and then spar! :D I'm fine with magic/companions and extended timeline.
Summary: Cold, heavily misted, before sunrise in the Edge beside freshwater pool.
So, in the muted darkness, the Elephant stood, staring blankly across the black mirror that was the freshwater pool of the Edge. He did not look into the water— he did not need to see his reflection to know how empty his gaze was. He blinked, breaking his infinite stare into the shadows. What was he doing?
This was useless, standing here in his insomnia like a giant elephant statue. Statues were useless. Pretty to look at, imposing to walk by. But they did nothing. He was not a man who did nothing, he was a King. A man of action. A destroyer of empires and builder of herds—
He snorted, shaking his head at the melodramatic turn his thoughts had taken. He was not those things. He was a stallion, a simple man. In time, his joints would creak, his hooves would ache, his sight and hearing might fail, and eventually his great and giant heart would stop. And he would fall, just like all equines.
Lowering his great head to the glass-like lake, he took a deep draught of the icy liquid. Perhaps the cold shock to his barrel would quell his theatrical thoughts. He needed a distraction, some kind of action to take his mind out of this introspective twilight, so easily brought on by solitude and shadows. Gaze casted around, searching the murky mist around him.
A: 0/3
D: -
WC: 329
Notes: @Alysanne They can chat and then spar! :D I'm fine with magic/companions and extended timeline.
Summary: Cold, heavily misted, before sunrise in the Edge beside freshwater pool.
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