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Fangs and Tusks [Tembovu v Kiuaji] - Tembovu - 03-22-2016 kiss this
The cold was a presence in the Edge. This Frostfall it had entered slowly, gradually building its habitation thorough the trees and along the cliffs. It clung beneath the mists, kindred spirits in their cold dampness. They both were white, both muted the world in color and sound. The Elephant detested it. It was already well established that he was no fan of the cold. But he was adjusting; his coat had grown in coarser, thicker, than the previous Frostfall. Despite his body’s acquiesce to the chill, he still did not care for the snow. There may be some trappings of beauty about it, most assuredly with the fresh powder; but it leached the warm colors from the earth, leaving only cool tones. He had grown and lived among heat; among hot days and dry grasses. There were a thousand shades of gold that spread before you on the plains, hundreds of reds, and tens of oranges. All spread across the land, waiting for the rain to burst the warm greens from the dormant flora and soil. But here, cool blues and soft violets peppered the sea of white. Even the rise and fall of the sun were softer, less fiery, with the shortening of days. So, with a ground sweeping jog, the Elephant King sought respite from the all-encompassing cold. Steam trailed his hide in wisps, deep breaths a dull roar against the dry, cool air. His mind was agitated; unsettled. There was much to think about: his Queen (their passion), Mauja (his isolated man), Alysanne (fear grows to hatred when left to fester), Tsavo (uncontrolled, overwhelming guilt), Adaeze (the tempting, teasing cat), Orithia (a strong and savage soul, broken), Rexana (…), Nyx (abandoning the Edge or finding her sire), Kateri— He was tired of thinking. There is much to be said for exhausting the mind by exercising the body. It calms the wayward thoughts; brings to heel the haywire synapses. Especially for the Elephant, a man of action, of battle— his head needed a physical release. And, it seemed, his coital-approach only left it more snarled. So he resorted (as he should have) to training spars. So that is what his incessant strides were searching for; what his sweeping navy eyes sought. And he found it, in the form of the poisonous serpent. Gaze arrested on the tall, slender man, wondering… Wondering how his body had changed in his role of poisoner. Had he gone soft beneath the Makutano council? With a deep bellow and a pound of the earth with his hooves, shaking it with the magic that flowed through a King’s veins, he charged. A gleam hardened his eyes, a grin turned up the cornered of his muzzle as he tucked his chin and lowered his horn. This reminded him of their younger years, when he had often pounced on Aji (much to the serpent’s distaste) for surprise spars. The earth thundered beneath his ivory hooves; the Elephant’s onslaught was a massive force. WC: 498 A: 1/3 D: 0/1 Damage Tracker: -- Setting: Late frostfall, medium layer of snow on ground. Set somewhere in the center of World's Edge with minimal trees. Summary: Tembovu uses War Stomp & then charges @Kiuaji . ¤ War Stomp: A single stomp of the hoof can lightly rattle the ground and throw an opponent off balance. RE: Fangs and Tusks [Tembovu v Kiuaji] - Kiuaji - 03-27-2016
RE: Fangs and Tusks [Tembovu v Kiuaji] - Tembovu - 04-14-2016 kiss this
The grin at the edges of his muzzle grew as he saw the the annoyance on his childhood’s friend’s face while he bounced atop the moving soil; the awkward gracelessness was so unbefitting the serpent that it inwardly amused the Elephant. The amusement spread to pleasure as his great, spiraled spear found the flesh of his friend— but not too much flesh. Indeed, it seemed that Aji retained his lithe, agile fighting prowess while being the poisoner of the Council. Relief flooded the King as his hooves bit into the snow and icy earth, halting his massive momentum while his head snapped up, eyes attempting to track the limber movements of the snake. How disappointing this would have been had Aji not retained his sparring abilities. A black rimmed ear flicked towards the circling Dorobian, catching the exhaled words while his great shoulders tensed to absorb the slipping of his ivory hooves in the snow and final, hard jarring as they bit into the icy soil to halt his massive body. A low grunt left his nostrils as a slight twinge bit through his right knee— the one that had been so infected earlier in the season. But it was short-lived, a momentary reminder of his dark mistakes. His gaze sharpened on the taunting, flowing silk that streams behind Aji— and too late does his mind and motionless body see the stabbing trajectory of those sharp, dual horns. He snorted one loud, short breath before tensing the bulky muscles of his right shoulder— hoping to give those spiraled horns some kind of resistance and slow their sinking into his flesh. His great ivory hooves tried to shift sideways, away from the blow, but in those nanoseconds before impact little distance could be gained (even by the massive strides of the Elephant). Impact came, and with it a grunt from the giant’s barrel. Aji’s horns were still as sharp and painful as he remembered— perhaps it was he that had grown soft, as he had once been able to avoid those horn-tips with ease; but not now. The initial stab stung, to be certain, but it was the upward rake of those kudu horns through muscle and hide that brought a searing pain to film his eyes in red. The King had grown to expect the elephantine trumpets and familiar heat in his chest whenever anger or pain surfaced in him. He expected it and caged it— he did not want to burn another one of his friends alive. But, as his hoarse roar and gaping mouth suddenly froze mid-bite towards the serpent, he did not know to expect the sudden explosion of strength and size that unfolded from his barrel. For frozen moments in time, he grew larger (larger?! He was already elephantine!). With Alysanne, the change that had rippled through him came from frustrated pain in his knee (and towards the Doctor). Now, it came from the pain in his shoulder— but it was not uncontrollable, merely unexpected. Still, despite his surprise, the old general used this advantage that had sprung from his skin. Great ears flapped once, adjusting to their sudden size. His long, curved tusks drug through the air threateningly, but was his whipping trunk that held the brunt of his attack. His tusks could gore and kill— that was not the point of this spar. But his great trunk— that pendulous appendage with all it’s dextrous muscle; that was a weapon that could knock an opponent off their feet. A deafening, echoing trumpet ripped from the transformed Elephant King, shaking snow from tree limbs and rippling the water beneath the ice. WC: 608 A: 2/3 D: 0/1 Damage Tracker: Moderate flesh wound on right shoulder Summary: Kiuaji's horns slice through muscle of right shoulder. He morphs into elephant and RAGES, BRO (tries to hit Aji with trunk) @Kiuaji :: [ Magic: Earth | Can transform into an African Elephant. ] :: [ Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec, can only transform once during battle. ] RE: Fangs and Tusks [Tembovu v Kiuaji] - Time - 06-23-2016 Kiuaji defaults to Tembovu |