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a casual affair? - Elsa - 04-04-2016 Elsa I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
She’s avoided pretty much everyone since she gained an inkling that she was pregnant. Especially Tembovu. He knew she had royally fucked up with her twins and she wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother again. Panic embedded itself deep within her gut as she made it a point to be scarce. She was terrified he would find out. Terrified he would be mad. @Tembovu @Hawezi sorry for the wait guys <3 RE: a casual affair? - Tembovu - 04-05-2016 Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.
The King had been alone. Dangerous, dire solitude. He avoided Mauja (Mauja avoided him?) after the meeting. He avoided many after the meeting— but not Alysanne and her fury, nor Orithia and her comfort. And on his wanderings from the Edge, he had not avoided Rexanna. But one he had not avoided, yet still had not found, was Elsa. His Queen. She was one he had sought after, yet could not find. First, irritation had irked him. Was she avoiding him because of their coupling? She had wanted it, he had needed it. It had been But he was gone. And so was Tembovu, bursting into a ground-shaking gallop as he wove between the trees. His upward turned eyes and craned head resulted in him crashing into trunks and branches as the trees thickened— but they broke before the charge of the Elephant King. Bruises and cuts littered his hide, accumulating the farther he raced, but his attention was focused on the icy zephyr that danced in and out of his sight above the trees. Mbwene was trundling behind him, but her short legs (despite moving at a surprisingly fast pace) were no match for the gargantuan strides of the King. So he left her behind, despite the smell of predatory cats, chasing the Icebound’s companion. Dread seized his chest as Edgar dropped from view, sinking from the sky far ahead of him. Pumping legs of black and ivory pushed harder, racing towards some unknown, catastrophic fate. His demons tortured him with images of Elsa’s alabaster skin charred and sloughing, burnt by magical infernos that gave no warning or smoke. He slid to a halt. Despairing cobalt eyes met panicked, icy ones. And then they fell to the small life that was partially tucked under her wing. “Is it—“ his hours voice cracked and failed between heaving breaths as sweat began to patch on his hide. “Is it ours?” His husky words came out, driven by being denied a child not once, but three times within his life. His head dropped, to her level, slow steps bringing him closer. Hope splintered the anguish on his face muzzle reaching out to wipe a tear from her cheek. But even the Icebound could not hold his attention, for his head fell further, nostrils flaring and finding the scent of life around this colt, amid the afterbirth. “Elsa, he’s—” there was a heat that suddenly roared in him, cutting off his words as his lips aimed to move her feathers aside. Tenderly, disbelievingly, thick lips reached to stroke the dark, slick foal-fuzz of mane. Emotion rumbled in his throat, but his eyes remained on the new life beneath the Queen’s wing and his muzzle sought to smooth over every part of this precious, marvelous life. Tembovu @Elsa @Hawezi ;-; Tembo is SO HAPPY RE: a casual affair? - Hawezi - 04-08-2016 You are born on the last dying breath of winter as summer tears its throat out. Around you there are the stirrings of new life: green buds on trees, dripping shiny snow, and ants carving paths through old trees. There are the signs of rebirth all around you, shouting and screaming for attention—but you are deaf to those sounds. Instead you are consumed by the agony and torment of your wet flesh, the cold that curls into your fragile bones and sucks upon your marrow. Ma, you think dully, blinking your eyes (both of which are too bright, too blue, against the pallor of your face.) She is the only real thing here: the rest of the world is smeary and fantastical, painfully bright compared to the darkness of the womb and abnormally loud compared to the soft stirrings of your mother's heartbeat. It is her white side you nestle against—taking the comfort of her warmth over nature's instincts. Stand up, stand up; you shake your head, thoughts rattling around your empty skull. Feathers slide around you, soft as an angel's kiss. First you murmur, content, and then you choke. The air snags, unfriendly as teeth and hooves, in your throat, in your lungs—you rattle, you moan, and yet no air enters your chest. Instinct takes over: you cough, cough and cough, wracked by a heaving fit that deafens your ears to the thunder that is your approaching father. Ma, you think again, eyes moist. You want to close your eyes (to sleep) to ignore the clamor around you, or at the very least disappear into your Ma's white. There's no such luck for you. You mewl beneath your mother's wing. The earth vibrates beneath you. For a scarce moment you are afraid, a primal, trembly sensation that works its way down from your fledgling wings to your toes; and then, head peering out from beneath Elsa's wing, you catch the first memory you'll have of your father. Ma might be your blanket, but it is clear your Da's your shield. He is ridged with muscle, striped and horned, a strange and alien king to your mother's simple silver; you shiver, recoil, but soon you'll realize he's only a horse as well. (He's coming closer.) He is elephantine; he takes up the whole sky. You look at him, eyes round and wide with both fear and wonder, and then he touches you, soft air curling down your mane. (You should be afraid. You are not.) Snot oozes down from your nostrils; you huffle and puffle, then sneeze happily. You are home and you are safe. That is all you need. @Elsa OOC: Feel free to do any PP on him <3 RE: a casual affair? - Elsa - 04-22-2016 Elsa I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Of all the things Tembovu could have said- he questioned whether or not it was his. She rolled her eyes and turned her head away toward the child. "No it's Deimos's." Okay, the bitter sneer was a little much, but he seriously didn't trust her that much? "Of course its yours dipshit." She mumbled. But her angry raving was suddenly cut short as the child coughed. She looked at him, suddenly seized with fear. Thankfully, he calmed down and she felt utterly horrible. @Hawezi @Tembovu i faillll ;-; also it sucks ass so pls forgive me RE: a casual affair? - Tembovu - 04-27-2016 Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.
“No, it’s Deimos’s,” his head whips from the colt, eyes wide and hurt, before seeing her sarcastic sneer, “Of course it’s yours, dispshit.” His gaze narrows at her deriding mumble, ears suddenly flush with his skull as she so easily satirized a question that shook his own soul. His lips part, teeth aiming to roughly nip her sweaty nape, so deep was his displeasure. Though his ears sweep forward and his attention was quickly drawn to their son, as Elsa’s was, by the wracking cough shaking his small body. His concern was not as easily abated and still clung as lines around navy eyes that closely studied the new, pale body. An ear swept sideways, catching Elsa’s happy sigh, and his gaze glanced towards hers— freezing on her as all ire melted once her words sank in. “Name your first son. “ He stayed silent for a few, long moments turning to watch Edgar carefully greet the colt— his child. The warmth in his barrel grew a grin on his face, slowly morphing to an outright smile as Elsa’s wing lifted slightly to show him more of their son. His muzzle reached out, gently pushing her silken feathers further back, “Let him stand, Elsa,” was his quiet, deep command. He needed to see his son stand, to know that he was real and truly alive. Mbwene, in all her small annoyance, barged into the scene of the small family, heaving deep and trumpeting breaths. Pulled in by the strength of emotions emanating through their bond (awe, shock, displeasure, incandescent happiness), she pinned her bright blue eyes first on Edgar and, trunk waving, voiced her irritation at the zephyr for not waiting for her. Her attention shifted, then, to the small creature he was greeting (pointedly ignoring her bonded). Slowly, she shuffled towards the heap of legs and wings beneath Elsa’s feathers— softly squeaking a greeting in passing to the Icebound— before her attention was wholly consumed by the creature that had enraptured her bonded. Her ears flapped, her trunk outstretched, first smoothing over the slick surface of his fur (he was cold), before poking and prodding all the angles of his wings and protrusion of his ribs. She harrumphed, this little creature should move, if he was so cold! Wrapping her trunk around one of his forelimbs, she sharply tugged. Tembovu silently watched this, trying to find internal equilibrium in the face of being a father. But there was none to be found, for his world now lay nestled beneath Elsa’s wing. “Hawezi,” he finally said quietly, “for strength.” His gaze flickered towards the ice blue of his Queen’s, reaching his muzzle towards hers in a moment of solidarity— in sharing of happiness— before speaking to his colt, “Stand, my son.” Tembovu @Hawezi So maybe I took the PP thing to liberally. Lemme know if Mbwene needs to not be molesting him so much XD |