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Aji was…a snake? A large snake…with legs?
But, as the Elephant King limped towards Nyx and Sacre, his battle-numbed brain simply took this realization in stride. It would process it later. Just as it would process that fiery tornadoes that shielded Kiada from him… later.
Right now, his entire mind was focused on Nyx. And her bloodied, barely breathing ribs. Oizys stood, kneeled by her side and Arakh so opposite his quiet twin, is bellowing and fighting. But Aji is there, the deadly poisoner taking care of the foals, while both the Songbird and Sacre, the newly ascended Moon Doctor, were tending to Nyx.
And, for the first time in all of his time in Helovia, the Elephant King sorely yearned for healing of his own. The thought had, strangely, not come to him when Safiri was struggling as she was born. Not when he had been brutally injured in the Rift wars.
But now, as he saw Nyx’s life leak out in the marshy earth—as he saw her soul seeking to escape from the gaping holes between her ribs—he wholly wished to heal her. Or ease her passing. As a soldier, there was always some promise of death— His gaze darted to Alysanne as suddenly a calm pervaded over the hopeless promise that had loomed in his chest.
Then, the King quietly limped forward, his eyes glancing in sad appreciation of Kiuaji and then in apprehensive questions towards Lena and Sacre, before his great head slowly dropped to the old general’s. “Nyx, can you stay with us?” His low, deep whisper was hoarse, hot breath close to her face as his navy gaze searched her familiar, distant, electric blues. And then a quieter, barely audible “Please stay with us.”
Again, he glanced towards Aji and the foals, as if to say, ’Don’t let them leave—this may be goodbye.’
But, as the Elephant King limped towards Nyx and Sacre, his battle-numbed brain simply took this realization in stride. It would process it later. Just as it would process that fiery tornadoes that shielded Kiada from him… later.
Right now, his entire mind was focused on Nyx. And her bloodied, barely breathing ribs. Oizys stood, kneeled by her side and Arakh so opposite his quiet twin, is bellowing and fighting. But Aji is there, the deadly poisoner taking care of the foals, while both the Songbird and Sacre, the newly ascended Moon Doctor, were tending to Nyx.
And, for the first time in all of his time in Helovia, the Elephant King sorely yearned for healing of his own. The thought had, strangely, not come to him when Safiri was struggling as she was born. Not when he had been brutally injured in the Rift wars.
But now, as he saw Nyx’s life leak out in the marshy earth—as he saw her soul seeking to escape from the gaping holes between her ribs—he wholly wished to heal her. Or ease her passing. As a soldier, there was always some promise of death— His gaze darted to Alysanne as suddenly a calm pervaded over the hopeless promise that had loomed in his chest.
Then, the King quietly limped forward, his eyes glancing in sad appreciation of Kiuaji and then in apprehensive questions towards Lena and Sacre, before his great head slowly dropped to the old general’s. “Nyx, can you stay with us?” His low, deep whisper was hoarse, hot breath close to her face as his navy gaze searched her familiar, distant, electric blues. And then a quieter, barely audible “Please stay with us.”
Again, he glanced towards Aji and the foals, as if to say, ’Don’t let them leave—this may be goodbye.’
Tembovu
The Elephant King
@Nyx @Sacre @Kiuaji @Lena
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