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03-20-2017, 11:36 PM
The Elephant King’s head rose slightly, swiveling towards the open, beautifully crafted black gates—he needed to head South and affirm relations with the Throat, the winking lunar cycle reminded him. But that was not what was on the forefront of his mind now—no. Now his dark navy depths were focused on the silks and cloths the clung to the pale gold body that slipped out of the gates.
Toulouse.
The man from Dorobo had stirred the Edge, just as he had stirred the Makutano Council. But stirring could be good—it had been in Dorobo. Even if it had ended poorly for Toulouse and his familial jewels. The King’s ears tilted backwards in thought as he watched the man leave, before a brisk jog suddenly shook the ground as the King struck out an abrupt jog after the vacating Specter.
The giant halted at the gate’s threshold, but his rumbling voice traveled far beyond the Edge’s border, “I wish you the best of luck Toulouse,” his words were genuine, even if the gained an edge with the next phrase, “But know you shed any of our safety when you leave this ’dreaded place’. The Edge cannot show loyalty to those that give it none.” His lips pursed, showing his displeasure at the stallion’s dismissal of the herd he had spent his life in Helovia building. Though the Elephant King had seen off others from the Edge’s fold without begrudging them their freedom, it was the snake’s ill will that rankled the Elephant.
Toulouse.
The man from Dorobo had stirred the Edge, just as he had stirred the Makutano Council. But stirring could be good—it had been in Dorobo. Even if it had ended poorly for Toulouse and his familial jewels. The King’s ears tilted backwards in thought as he watched the man leave, before a brisk jog suddenly shook the ground as the King struck out an abrupt jog after the vacating Specter.
The giant halted at the gate’s threshold, but his rumbling voice traveled far beyond the Edge’s border, “I wish you the best of luck Toulouse,” his words were genuine, even if the gained an edge with the next phrase, “But know you shed any of our safety when you leave this ’dreaded place’. The Edge cannot show loyalty to those that give it none.” His lips pursed, showing his displeasure at the stallion’s dismissal of the herd he had spent his life in Helovia building. Though the Elephant King had seen off others from the Edge’s fold without begrudging them their freedom, it was the snake’s ill will that rankled the Elephant.
Tembovu
the Elephant King
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