| World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
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The Elephant King’s brows rise, horn dipping slightly at the respectful words the young calf showed him. Though he did not entirely understand their meaning, there was an undercurrent of dignity in any monarchial greeting in all languages. So his navy eyes warmed slightly—until they creased at the request that left Arakh’s weanling mouth. Before the Elephant could say anything, however, Nyx’s choked denial silences any questions or refusals of his own.
His dark navy eyes cooled as they creased, meeting his old friend’s pleading, pained gaze before it grows overbright and is lost to the shoulder of her precocious son. A deep breath expanded his barrel before leaving his nostrils as a slow sigh—he understood the want need to keep one’s children close at hoof better than most other monarchs would. But he also understood the pull of family bonds Arakh would feel at the loss of the Wildfire. Sadly, conflicted, he watched the mare and her children share a painful, quiet moment, thoughts swirling in his mind.
“It would be a lie to say that the Edge does not need you, Nyx. But—” his deep rumble paused, saddened gaze looking between Nyx and her children, “I would understand if you wish to follow your children to the Throat.” Despite the offering of his words, however, in his gaze is absolute refusal—a pleading of her not to leave him in the Edge. There is too much upheaval, and (despite her outburst at the last meeting), the King knows that Nyx is one he can count on. A friend, ally, and supporter.
So his heavy head swings towards the two calves, “If your mother does stay, I would expect you to visit her as often as she does you. Though you go to follow the bonds of blood, know that you leave blood and family behind, as well.” And, with a final slight dip of his horn, he begins to melt back into the mists, “Safe travels, young ones.”
Mbwene, bright blue eyes gleaming with sad understanding, waited to see what Nyx would choose. Though she held no love for the Captain's companion, she did like the electrified, grey woman. So she watched, her actions the physical manifestation of Tembovu's emotions.
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