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10-09-2016, 08:16 PM
the Elephant King The Elephant King and his Aurelian siren followed his daughter’s small, dainty hoof prints. Navy eyes watched Marembo skitter across the earth, small hand-like paws grasping soil and scenting it deeply with his nose. He was as determined as the parents to find either of their wayward children. Mbwene followed, chortling in annoyance at the polecat’s quick movements. He sighed softly in response to Rexanna’s gentle voice. At least the were close to one child. An ear flicked sideways, forever listening around them, as he followed after Rexanna. “Helovians! You have no idea how long I've waited to meet you.” The call was faint, muffled by the surf. But the Dorobian stallion still heard some arrangement of boomed words. His head rose, muzzle reaching out to touch Rexanna’s flank, to indicate that they both should pause for a moment. But his woman continued walking, following without pause to find her child (as a mother is pushed to do). And so she crossed the bridge ahead of him, and the crush of other crossing equines separated them for a few moments. He took the time to search for Kianzo in the group of crossing creatures. Not finding him, the King’s gaze landed on Rexanna alongside both Kiada and the Laurelin. His brow furrowed slightly before his long strides carried him to the gathering. “Thranduil,” his head dipped slightly in greeting, before his head dropped to Kiada’s withers. Gently nuzzling her fuzzy, black mane there, his ear tilted to listen to Rexanna tell the Laurelin that they were looking for their son. He blinked once, thinking as he slowly rose his head. “Rexanna tells me you should join us in the Edge,” his eyes shuttered once, “An act of goodwill, such as finding our son Kianzo, would help pardon your transgression—“ his words cut off for a moment as his eyes caught sight of a particular blushed dove that stood before a strange watery beast “—against the Edge.” Only now did he realize just what everyone was gathered for—and who must have made the loud call. The father had been so focused on finding his lost child that it had consumed his attention. His head slowly rose higher, muscles beginning to swell beneath the thick buckskin hide. Navy eyes sharpen on the creature, recalling the battles that had last happened on these Isles. His tail slapped against his hocks in agitation, quickly shifting from searching father to protective King. Though he was with his family, he still did not like how close and vulnerable Orithia was. And so his attention shifted from Thranduil to the immediate situation. |
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Arrive with @Rexanna following @Kiada ; Talks to @Thranduil and then notices @Orithia and the creature that called them all here.
Please tag Tembovu.
