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Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Johnny - 02-20-2016
JELLYBEAN HAS ARRIVED @Tembovu <3 RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Tembovu - 02-21-2016 Tembovu & Mbwene
The Elephant King stood in the icy waters— he had had to break a thin layer of ice at the Grove’s edge to wade so deeply into the pool. Generally, he avoided anything cold. He dreaded the cold weather, he avoided the frigid breezes up the Edge’s cliffs, he gave icy pools wide berths. But not, now he stood stifle-deep in freezing water (he wasn’t brave enough to submerge himself any deeper due to shrinkge). Though it was mildly comically to see the giant, breaths shallow and back arched to keep his barrel from touching the arctic water, the reason for his frigid soaking was anything but. The burns on his knees from his deadly magic exploding in the Deep Forest had been severe— and one of them had begun to mildly fester, despite the cool weather. The elephantine stallion was concerned, the warm swelling was over his right knee, so close to the joint was a dangerous place for infection… A sigh escaped his nostrils as a vaporous clouds, dark blue eyes lined with sadness sweeping to the shore to find Mbwene. She, in all her wisdom of youth, had deemed trekking into the cold water pure insanity, and he remained on the dry, icy banks. She had plunked herself on the ground, sitting in boredom as she cracked and molded ice with her trunk. Flapping ears perked as her blue gaze met Tembovu’s searching, navy one. Could they go now? No. The giant’s head swung to she side and her ears fell back down in disappointment. Bored. Though Tembovu’s eyes left Mbwene’s because his gaze was drawn to movement, and his ears perked as a voice floated into them. Likewise, his elephant companion spun on her butt, ears and trunk raising as some delicious smell floating into it. And then a small shriek had the giant moving, leaving the water to go aid the peppermint pony. Legs were dripping icicles onto the soil before he realized that he had left the pond. Perked ears and sharp eyes ear and see the cracking egg, Mbwene far ahead of him as she had followed the alluring smell. She stomped onward, straight up to the man inspecting the egg (the little elephant did nothing more than glance at it), with Tembovu in her wake. His flared nostrils caught the scent once again, it was familiar— from the evening of the turtle and tree? Before he had been distracted by Rexanna… The sadness and darkness grew in his face, shadows of his mind extending to Mbwene and dulling her curiosity, outstretched trunk falling limply and waving ears collapsing alongside her head. Confused, sad eyes leave the peppermint man, swinging back to look at the Elephant King. He sweeps his gaze to Johnny, focusing on the pleasant, delicious smell and excitement of a hatching companion, rather than the shadows that threatened to enshroud his mind and face. “Congratulations, it seems you soon will have a companion, as well.” His words, so usually filled with genuine sentiments, sounded hollow even to his ears. He gently rested his front right leg as feeling returned and throbbing began again in his knee. @Johnny sad Tembo isn't as fun to write :[ RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Johnny - 02-21-2016
RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Tembovu - 02-23-2016 Tembovu & Mbwene
Ears snap forward as the peppermint man speaks, great skull cocking somewhat as a ghost of a lopsided smile tugs at the corners of thick lips. Nostrils still flared— they would not be denied the deliciously refreshing and sweet smell of this small stallion. At the shallow wave of amusement the rippled between elephant and Elephant, Mbwene returned her attentions to the fascinating man. Trunk outstretched, just barely brushing the peppermint forearm of the man before breaking out into an indignant trumpet as a pink shard of egg hit her squarely in the ear flap. The shrill reverberations of her annoyance had the Elephant King pinning his ears for a moment. Calf trumpets could be so piercing. His eyes squinted and his head jerked to also avoid any other flying egg debris. “On the contrary, having a companion is both entertaining and gratifying,” navy eyes warm for a moment as they glance towards the still cross Mbwene, who was now warily watching the wiggling fluff through narrowed eyes. ”What do I do?!” cobalt gaze shifts back to the now-panicking man. And (finally) a true grin warmed his broad muzzle. “You bond with it, you name it, you share yourself with it,” his low rumble was warmer now. Partially amused at the candyman’s reaction and partially humored at the awkward appearance of the newly hatched companion. Mbwene, satisfied (perhaps erroneously) that no more pieces of anything would be flying towards her head, stuck her trunk into her mouth, tasting some of the powdered sugar that had transferred from Johnny to her. It was delicious. A brassy, appreciative squeak escaped her as she turned wide, round eyes back to the white and pink unicorn. “This is Mbwene, and I am Tembovu. I don’t think I caught your name before?” introductions first, and then ask him why he smelled so damn delicious. In the face of such oddity, the shadows pushed to the depths of his navy pools and just barely manifested as small lines around his eyes. RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Johnny - 02-24-2016
WOO YOU GOT JOHNNY'S 100TH POST RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Tembovu - 03-01-2016 Tembovu & Mbwene
His slight, lopsided smile grew to a grin and then an outright laugh as the peppermint man came to the realizations of bonding aloud. Navy eyes fell downward, watching the small bird-puppy totter towards her new bonded, drawn by both sound and the connection of souls. His deep laugh rolls again as Johnny prances in place while the little griffin wiggles its puppy-dog tail. “Indeed, it is,” his bass tone is shaken by his laughter. Mbwene, still sucking the sweet sugar off of her trunk, watches the infant with interest. Large ears flap hello, but before she can go investigate the wiggling creature further, the delectable-smelling man is placing red strands of deliciousness in her face. Gleefully, she whips her trunk out to deftly grasp the peppermint strands, wasting no time in shoving them into her mouth. Bright blue eyes sweep up to the dancing man, a soft trumpet of thanks leaves her tiny body and her trunk reaches to brush Johnny’s knee. But then, gratitude shown, she turns her curious attentions on the fluffy and naked puppy-chick; her investigative advances are halted only when Tembovu calls, “Mbwene, let them have a moment, first.” She huffs a brassy sigh, but (suprisingly) acquiesces to the King. “‘Jellybean and Johnny’— it rolls off the tongue,” his low rumble both agreed and complimented his naming choice of the new companion. “Though Jellybean is unlike any Griffen I’ve yet seen. But, you are also unlike any unicorn I’ve yet met. Are you— are you all peppermint? …and is she?” he cannot help the slight lean towards his red and white form as he can feel the delicious satisfaction from Mbwene as she munched on his hair. And his peppermint scent wafted towards him in such close quarters— just a reach of his corded neck and he could easily taste the tempting smell. @Johnny 100th?! I'm honored :D RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Johnny - 04-02-2016
RE: Jumpin' Jumpin' [Hatching] - Tembovu - 04-17-2016 Tembovu & Mbwene
His lips pursed in further, if sedated, amusement as Johnny (rather optimistically) hoped aloud that Jellybean would grow into a ‘big, fearsome creature.’ A black brow raised as his low voice rolled, “Perhaps she will,” though there was an obvious undercurrent of doubt in his words. “But I think her… charm fits her— and you,” his deep roll continued, while his nostrils instinctively quivered at the closeness of so delectable a smell. Mbwene surged back forward to greet the griffin, having understood Johnny’s warm smile and felt the permission to do so flow from her bonded. She was curious to see what that naked skin and puppy-fur felt like. Was it was soft as it looked? Her trunk hoped so. At his bright, exuberant explanation of his coat, the Elephant’s brows raised further, “Made of sugar and peppermint?” The redundant question was asked in disbelief— such delicacies were rare luxuries in Dorobo; they were one of the reasons the Makutano wanted to expand westward, towards the Plateaus. There, they had continual access to such hedonistic delights. And so, the King, in his dark and shadowed state, did not have the mental strength to deter himself this small, harmless pleasure. With a last flare of his nostrils and a slow gesture of his head, navy blue eyes almost searching his green ones for permission, his muzzle drops and his soft tongue gently licks up the juncture of hoof and skin. Mint flavor floods his mouth, temporarily staining his tongue red, before the sugar-sweetness of his fetlock floods his mouth. He cannot help the grin that spreads across his muzzle, “Indeed, your hooves are peppermint, my friend.” Finally the darkness shadowing his eyes lifts, leaving lightened navy pits that crinkled in the corners. There’s something about candy that just does that, you know? His attention swings to the disappointed speak of Mbwene, who had promptly stuck her trunk in her mouth after thoroughly inspecting Jellybean. “And I think Mbwene is telling us that Jellybean is not,” the deep tone was laced with amusement. An ear flicked backward as Mbwene suddenly fixed him with a bright, intense stare. It was time to go, he had obligations that he could no longer |