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water for elephants - Nyx - 06-17-2016
@Tembovu RE: water for elephants - Tembovu - 06-30-2016 Tembovu the Elephant
Birdsong was warm this year— hot even. And the heat filled his nostrils with scents of birth and breeding, sweat and blood and life… In the absence of his son (he expected because of the rift that now existed between Elsa and himself), he acutely felt the splintered shadows that yawned in his chest as he aimlessly wandered the Edge. Though he was not for lack of companionship. Mbwene’s brassy trumpet tartly reminded him of that, as she followed closely on his heels. She was growing, loosing her calf-dom as proud ears spread around her skull, a long trunk dexterously swung from her face, and dangerously long tusks swept sharply from her lips. Another change had overcome the calf. Gradually at first, but now, with the ardent and emotion-laden jaunts of her bonded, it was clear. She was skeptical. Shrewdness lined her bright blue eyes in wrinkled, grey skin. She had felt the billows of passion and relief when her Elephant had been with Adaeze. It had been so different than the comfort and compassion he has shared with Elsa; it had been different from the heart-aching need and affection he had given Orithia; and also had differed from the care and protective love that had flowed when he had been with Rexanna. And this, the emotion that flowed from her bonded as his navy eyes fell on Nyx, was different still. A short harrumph leaves her long trunk, eyes glancing from titan to grey mare, skeptical of whatever her bonded was about to delve into. But, remembering her last encounter with the General, she dismissed the feelings flowing through the bond to scan the area for Dominus, Nyx’s lion companion. Bright blue eyes pinned him in the low branches of a tree, and fixed a knowing stare at him while she remained close to to Tembovu’s side. In fairness, the Elephant King’s feelings were different than any other when he saw his General. A woman he had once thought to be the mother to his children, only to find that the twins belonged to another stallion. And to have lost Rexanna over it… But the King did not blame the woman, nor begrudge her her children. Instead, some strange combination of warm camaraderie and quiet, sad loss of what could have been bloomed in his chest as he approached her. “Nyx, my trustworthy General,” his low voice rumbles loudly in greeting as he and his companion approach, “I’ve been looking for you.” As if to punctuation his point, Mbwene dropped two glass spears, which she had carried in her trunk, unceremoniously on the ground. Tembovu’s thick lips twitch up in a small, lopsided grin at the surly look and overt stretches of her trunk. “The Moon Goddess has tasked our warriors with sparring each other using glass spears, so that we might know the pain our future glass spikes will cause,” his thick horn motioned to the spears lying in the thick Birdsong grasses, “I trust you can find a soldier willing enough to spar you.” His lopsided grin grew full fledged as he remembered the time they had sparred, and the happy ending following (forgetting, for the moment, the unfortunate and far reaching consequences after it). And then he really looked at his General, navy eyes sweeping her unswollen barrel and the firm arch of her haunches. She, thankfully, had gained weight since returning from her failed mission to find her father. And haunted shadows had (mostly) left her eyes, though the King’s voice still rolled, more quietly this time, “I’m sorry Nyx, I’m all business and no play… How are you? I’ve missed your humor around the Edge.” Black rimmed ears swept forward as he watched her closely and awaited a reply. He's given her 2 glass spears, so that she can give one to whichever Edge warrior she spars with! Does she want her glass knife/shiv in this thread as well? @Nyx RE: water for elephants - Nyx - 07-12-2016
Yeah if he could give her that as well it'd be great! :D @Tembovu RE: water for elephants - Tembovu - 07-21-2016 Tembovu the Elephant
The King warily watched Dominus’s hungry growl and crouch on the branch. Mbwene is less wary and more irate, trumpeting a loud and brassy warning to the undersized cat. But her warning quickly devolves into chortles as the lion tumbles to the earth, landing unceremoniously on the ground with a hurt yowl. The King pressed his lips tightly together to stop outright laughter, though deep chuckles still shook his massive chest and barrel. He watched the cat gather the spears in his mouth, after Nyx passes them with approval. He dips his head at her comment; indeed the were point, but not as pointy as the blade— he snorted, realizing he had forgotten the blade Mbewne had dexterously tied into his tail. She had snapped quite a few strands, trying to knot the sharp edged but fragile weapon into his coarse hair. Swaying it softly, he motioned towards his companion who dutifully (annoyedly) stomped behind him to fetch the small knife. As she worked, his attention turned back to his General, who alluded to their last spar. At first uneasiness settled in him—that had been the beginning of a whirlwind of lies and anger. But, as she flashed him a signature wolfish grin, he couldn’t help but return it. Mounting her had been liberating and entirely (physically) satisfying, at the time, “Yes, we should spar again Nyx.” Though his words agreed, there was no sensual promise beneath his words, despite their past. His ears swung forward as her tone changed. “It hasn’t been easy?” His words invited her to share what was troubling her, without outright nosiness. And then she turned the question on him. How was he doing? His head cocked slightly as she mentioned he was accustomed to leadership, “Does it seem that way?” His question was mildly amused. He wasn’t certain he’d ever fully be used to being a monarch. “Life, also, hasn’t been easy,” he returned her answer, “But it will get better—“ his mirroring answer was cut off by a high-pitched squeal. Mbwene chucked the now dislodged glass shiv at Nyx’s hooves. A few long, black, coarse strands were still wrapped around it, but the elephant calf didn’t care. No, she was fisting her trunk, having sliced the tip of it on the sharp edge. A drop of blood fell from the balled appendage as she glared at both the glittering weapon and her bonded. The King shook his head slightly, great horn gesturing towards the blade, “The crafters also made small blades. I thought our General should be well armed.” A lopsided grin crossed his features. @Nyx I couldn't remember if he was supposed to give 1 or 2. If 2, then just say Mbwene threw 2 blades at her :) RE: water for elephants - Nyx - 07-24-2016
@Tembovu RE: water for elephants - Tembovu - 08-30-2016 Tembovu the Elephant
His black brows raised as Nyx spoke of her adopted daughter, Oizys, killing random animals—alluding to further darkness in both of the fillies. Unease rose in him for a moment: was it a risk to the herd to allow foals of unknown lineage into the Edge to be raised? Nyx claimed they were found on the outskirts of Helovia, perhaps entire nonnative to the land. What darkness and evil could possibly run through their veins? But he dashed such thoughts, for he knew they were based in fear-mongering. They were foals, with a hard start at life. They deserved a chance at least. So, instead of voicing his concerns, the King simply asked, “Oizys has magic?” The mild question was amusing in the face of the dire fact that she used it to murder animals, so the King could not help a wry, lopsided grin that slid across his thick black lips. But it died as quickly as it came, as Nyx continued to speak of her other progeny. It seemed many of her foals were missing, and so her uncertainty of her motherhood was manifested with an uneasy and miserable scraping of a toe in the dirt. He sighed quietly, navy gaze watching her dark hoof as it unearthed the rich soil. And he opened his mouth to comfort his General; but instead of assurances, confessions began to rumble in the quiet thunder of his voice, “Hawezi, my son, is also missing,” his usual boom of a voice was hushed and hoarse, “Elsa and I have had a… have had an argument and a misunderstanding. I believe my son blames me for it…rightfully so,” his dark gaze drifts from her digging hoof to the bright drop of Mbwene’s blood on the lush grass. His ears tilted back, gaze following Mbwene’s trunk as sh slowly unlisted it and tucked it into her mouth, cleaning the blood with her lips and tongue. She didn’t like the metallic taste, as told by a frown of her wrinkled face. “Thank you,” he said distractedly in response to her claim that he seemed ‘more assured’ in his role as King, “I am glad it seems that way.” He sighed again, head dipping she thanked him for the gifts, “Show me your gratidue by using them, Nyx.” Only now does some mirth and warmth enter back into his voice, replacing the forlorn loss of his son. Finally his navy gaze returned back to her electric one, watching her closely once again. @Nyx |