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01-13-2016, 02:23 PM
Tembovu
Tail swaying around his haunches, more from habit than actual annoyance of bugs, for most had been killed by the frosty nights of Orangemoon. But, still, the coarse and black strands swatted and tangled around his buckskin haunches and black hocks. Perhaps it whipped too swiftly, too sharply, than necessary; stinging skin and whistling through the air. Perhaps it embodied the restlessness that had settled in him— he had just seen Brisa’s companion hatch. How strange it had been to covet that bonding, that intimacy of souls. It felt wrong (unjust) of him to crave the gift his friend had received.
Thus, his tail uselessly whipped to and fro and massive teeth violently tore long-dead grass.
A call, sweet and pure, rang through the clumps of pines. It shimmied through the trunks, garbled by their rough surfaces, before falling as wordless sounds into his jerking ears. His too abruptly head flew up (again, perhaps too roughly), navy eyes too bright with too avid interest. Everything about the giant was too much.
Moving legs of cream and black carry him towards the border, ivory hooves biting into the dry soil. It did not take his long strides to carry him to the borders, but it apparently did take him longer to reach the source of the call than Mauja. The sight the reached his probing gaze was one that surprised him; his spotted friend reaching a muzzle towards brow of a wing mare, the ghost of a greeting smile still on his pale lips.
And the mare— youth still clung to her lanky frame, but it was clear that adulthood had started edging out adolescence. Her most was as spotted (if not more-so) than the Frozen’s. But it was her wings, they were unlike any he had seen before. Fluttering and iridescent, the butterfly appendages easily caught and ensnared the Elephant’s gaze.
Black brows raised in interest, a smile warmed his cream muzzle, “Mauja, it seems you bring the most lovely individuals to our borders,” memories of Katerina, Arah, and Glacia flashed through his mind, before he turned full attention to the winged mare. “Hello, I am Tembovu. Welcome (back?) to the Edge,” the second phrase was said as a question, for it appeared that the mare was familiar with the Edge’s wall and Mauja.
Thus, his tail uselessly whipped to and fro and massive teeth violently tore long-dead grass.
A call, sweet and pure, rang through the clumps of pines. It shimmied through the trunks, garbled by their rough surfaces, before falling as wordless sounds into his jerking ears. His too abruptly head flew up (again, perhaps too roughly), navy eyes too bright with too avid interest. Everything about the giant was too much.
Moving legs of cream and black carry him towards the border, ivory hooves biting into the dry soil. It did not take his long strides to carry him to the borders, but it apparently did take him longer to reach the source of the call than Mauja. The sight the reached his probing gaze was one that surprised him; his spotted friend reaching a muzzle towards brow of a wing mare, the ghost of a greeting smile still on his pale lips.
And the mare— youth still clung to her lanky frame, but it was clear that adulthood had started edging out adolescence. Her most was as spotted (if not more-so) than the Frozen’s. But it was her wings, they were unlike any he had seen before. Fluttering and iridescent, the butterfly appendages easily caught and ensnared the Elephant’s gaze.
Black brows raised in interest, a smile warmed his cream muzzle, “Mauja, it seems you bring the most lovely individuals to our borders,” memories of Katerina, Arah, and Glacia flashed through his mind, before he turned full attention to the winged mare. “Hello, I am Tembovu. Welcome (back?) to the Edge,” the second phrase was said as a question, for it appeared that the mare was familiar with the Edge’s wall and Mauja.
@Myrrine :D
Please tag Tembovu.
