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[HQ] Sweat Equity - Tembovu - 06-03-2017
Gone was the heat of Tallsun. Gone, too, was the pride of an Elephant. The King, though knowing that his choice was right for the Edge and his family, was not sure that it was the right choice for him. There’s equal parts selfish and selflessness in leadership. And Tembovu was finding himself at the mercy of one and vehemence of the other. Black-rimmed ears tilted back as too-dark navy eyes lined with too many lines surveyed the mostly-cleared section of land that hung precariously over the crumbling limestone cliffs. He could not ignore the stirring of pride in his chest—how quickly the Edge rose to Mbwene hung behind her bonded, blue eyes worried in a wrinkled grey face. Though she shared a part of the Elephant soul, her own emotions were not those of the King’s. Hers were happy—she liked having the King near his family. It made them happy, there were no more fights, she had grown quite fond of Remy…but the part she shared with Tembovu was filled with conflicting angst, loneliness, and joy. And those conflict manifested themselves as a flying earth and tearing roots; the King thought to use his magic and burn away the remaining shrubs. He thought to shift into his elephantine form and clear the earth with his ivory tusks. But he didn’t. Sweat clung to his hide in the humid, oppressive heat of Orangemoon’s mid-day; a leftover tiding of Tallsun. This was sweat-equity: if he could not give the Edge his leadership, then he would give it his blood, sweat, and Tembovu The Elephant Another clearing thread for the HQ! Open to any. RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Kianzo - 06-03-2017 Kianzo I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
The dark prince had been…disgusted with his father’s abdication. To the glided black young man, there was nothing more alluring than power—this had always been his way, since he had seen the Reaper call his first meeting in the Basin. And now—to live with He watched for a few long moments, hateful eyes scouring every long trench his father dug through the rich, black earth. There was so much power there, in his sire. The son knew, he had seen it. The magma elephants, the tusks, the magic. Why didn’t his father use it? Why did he toil so, dripping sweat and allowing sharp shrubs to knick the thick, buckskin hide? The sight caused something to stir in his gut—something he had not felt since Kiada had confessed her worthlessness to the spotted cat so long ago. Black-rimmed ears tilted back, intense stare breaking (finally), gaze caught by the nervous, twining movements of Mbwene’s trunk. Keusi’s teeth sheared against each other; she did not like the small matriarch that had ruled over her and Kahari’s hunting tendencies with an iron But Kianzo (strangely) didn’t mind the small elephant. Perhaps it was her no-nonsense attitude and thus power she wielded so easily in her small body. Or, perhaps it was Mbwene’s obvious disapproval of Tembovu’s absence in the twins’ life (and any disapproval of his father endeared her to the colt). So, slowly, stealthily (thanks, Laurelin), the ashen man stepped out of the shadows, coming up alongside his father’s bonded. Bright blue gazes met—one worried, one dubious—before the matriarch motioned towards the Elephant with her trunk, as if urging the son to go to his father. A deep breath filled the colt’s sides, hesitation filling his filling-out body…and then he stepped onto the freshly torn earth. “Hello, father,” was his quiet, deep murmur. Dark eyes flickered from the Elephant to a stand of old juniper trees. Slowly, poisonous hot gas and ash gathered at his chest; hyena’s jaws snapping as Kianzo’s magic went out and shriveled the trees to ash. Questioning, defiant, challenging eyes stared at his sire. Waiting. RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Kiada - 06-03-2017 history is written by the victors
Her father had been up early, it seemed. No longer King of the land, he roamed whenever he wanted but remained home with her mother. It was a nice sentiment, she guessed, but it made things a bit more annoying. She was a healer now, tending to plants and finding them out and about, and while she never really did those tasks, that was what she told them she was doing. And after the reunion with her brother, things began to feel right again, even the slightest bit comforting. It reminded her of when she’d sneak out of the Basin to the Threshold, doing her best to be inconspicuous despite returning home with the occasional creature. This was different in a way. She was an adult now, and her father didn’t really have any power over her. And where he might have held power as being the ruler, he had given up that role and pertained to just being a family man. So when her father left that day, and Kianzo shortly after, Kiada and Khairi thought it best to follow them. She, too, was quiet as she crept up behind the two, silently surveying how much Kianzo resembled her father, but in a much more charming and handsome way. His voice murmured a hello to the Elephant King, and Kiada quietly stepped in as well just after Kianzo’s magic left his chest. As she approached, she reached her pink muzzle out to her twin’s gilded hip before offering him a small smile. “Hello, father.” She reiterated from her brother, sounding much similar but far more feminine. Then, as if she were to help as well, Khairi flew from a nearby tree, gathering trash and things of the like into a small pile before Kiada sent one small fiery tornado into the pile to burn it to ash. "Talk." kiada hi :D RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Yael - 06-04-2017 yael While assisting Isopia and others in building the hot tub, Yael learned that heavy work is best done in her dragon form. She’s also learned that that particular form is not expected of her - who, besides Sacre and a few others would dare to think that the very petite, non-threatening, sweet little lady is actually a silver-white dragon? And since she doesn’t want to alarm anyone… best to approach the working group as she is, and shift later. There is also Zani to think about, and how the little kitten will take to the more powerful side of his bonded. The inklings of power lie within her, dormant and subtle, and though she is an open book to the young serval, and he has yet to question how she brings him his food - for he is still too young to do more than patter after butterflies. In a very cute, non-killer way. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Tembovu @Kianzo @Kiada Hiiiii I have to post and why not intercept the family drama? <3 RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Tembovu - 06-09-2017
The Elephant paused in his physical endeavors at the subtle change he felt through his bond with Mbwene—“Hello, father.” Navy eyes jerk to the suddenly appeared young stallion alongside him; gone was the golden colt he had first met in Rexanna’s cave within the Basin so long ago. No greeting smile lightened the Elephant’s face as he met Kianzo’s defiant gaze; his nostrils flared as the fresh scent of juniper mingled with the acrid smell of ash and gases, his son’s destructive magic well at work to clear the juniper trees. Echoing his son’s deep voice is his daughter, who appears in a much less sinister manner. The Elephant’s navy eyes watch her pink lips brush against her brother’s hip, and it is only then that a glimmer of a smile curved up the corner of his lips. Though he had never outright asked what riff existed between the twins, it was clear there had been something amiss within the family’s caves. Now, however, it appeared that all was well and his golden children were close once more. His brows raised slightly as his gaze jerked to the flaming pile his daughter’s white vulture assembled. He had yet to truly see Kiada’s magic, and it was certainly impressive. “Watoto wangu,” was his deep, but tired, rumble. However simple the words, it is as laden with meaning as the twin’s greeting to himself. But, before he can further address the very tension Yael sensed, she was appearing and slicing through it with her cheery, accented voice. “Hello, Yael. I was just showing my children the virtues of hard work, as we did in my native land, without magi—” but his rumbling explanation died on his lips as Yael transformed in to a dragon. His brows rose, lips slightly apart with the last word he spoke as he watched the Seer shift. ’Become elephant, now?’ was Mbwene’s pointed, jibbed question through their bond. A long breath pushed out of his nostrils, deflating his chest for a moment as he blinked long and hard. And then, immobilized but filled with movement, his body shifted into his elephantine form. Though it was not truly elephantine in size (though 18 hands is quite large), and the man would be happy for the day when he would be complete in his shift. Navy eyes, now framed with wrinkled grey skin, turn to his children, “I am happy for your company, but what brings you to follow me?” There is a sadness in his low rumble—for the twins had never outright sought his company. Then, to ensure that the dragon did not feel left out—despite familial tensions— he tacked on, “Yael, how do you fare in your new position?” His great heat turned, then, large and sharp tusks making quick work of an ancient, old spruce that proudly stood near the middle of the cleared area. watoto wangu - my children Tembovu The Elephant RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Kianzo - 06-09-2017 Kianzo I loathe your prayer. I wallow in sin. Let the nightmare begin.
How the dark prince had missed Kiada following behind was beyond the young stallion—perhaps her company had become so second nature to him that his mind simply dismissed it as an extension of himself. However, his ashen gilded skin shuddered and leapt to a roaring heat beneath her soft, pink lipped touch. Suddenly burning, molten blue eyes jerk to his sister’s— “Mbweha,” he quietly murmured to her, knowing full well that only she would understand his meaning. But then Keusi’s hungry growl drew his attention away from his other half and the heat she brought him. The striped hyena’s bright blue sight had landed on the Serval kit, and her vicious jaws began to fill with anticipatory saliva. Young creatures were so tender— ’Not now,’ Kianzo thought (with no small amount of annoyance) to his bonded. Though blocked, Keusi was not entirely subdued. And her hungry, brazen stare followed the Serval—however, the tip of her golden tail wagged slightly, as if to invite the kit closer. Thus far, the dark prince had simply nodded a greeting to the golden woman—his focus had been his father on this outing. However, he could no longer dismiss Yael the moment her body began to shift—his brows raised (familial resemblance leaping out between father and son), though his lips remained ceremoniously un-agape. A true, lopsided grin crossed his muzzle—glad that someone had silenced his father’s absurd notions of not using magic for clearing the area. His black tail twitched around his hocks, “You were saying, bambo?” Perhaps too much sarcastic emphasis was placed on the native word. Though the dark prince did look innocently away, sending a particularly loud and violent burst of ash towards another ancient tree, suspiciously close to where his now-elephantine father labored. Black-rimmed ears tilted back for a moment at the question—his eyes darting to Yael before looking back to the large tree his magic was engulfing. The unnamed feeling that had arisen in him while watching his father from the shadows (—empathy—) resurfacing at the sadness that laced Tembovu’s rumble. But it felt weak. And, where he may have been inclined to divulge some parts of this weakness among family, he most certainly would not around another. So, instead, he simply said, “I thought you could use the help.” The flat and quick nature of his low voice belied the non-answer in them. All the while, Keusi hopefully watched the Serval kit. Mbweha = foxes Bambo = father @Kiada @Yael RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Kiada - 06-09-2017 history is written by the victors
Her brother’s soft voice reached her ears and she turned to him with a gentle smile. “Mgeni.” She teased, giggling lightly toward him, before settling in beside her dearest sibling. She leaned into him at first, gentle, as a means of making sure he knew that she would be there by his side just as he would be by hers. Together forever, that was how this was going to go. So of course when he showed at the herd quest clearing, it made sense for her to follow. It felt homey, known, always silently following her brother, just as he often did for herself. It felt beautiful. “Watoto wangu.” She heard her father rumble, spotting his exhausted face with lines of stress that surrounded and nearly swallowed his face. Her ears wavered before she continued with her task, noticing as a gilded Pegasus arrived with quite the thick accent. “Hello.” She murmured in Yael’s direction, watching as the Pegasus began to shift and roughly hearing the explanation their father was about to release of work without magic. Her ears wavered further, though a small smile crept on the corners of her lips as she looked at the dragon who decided to join them with their magical clearing exercise. Quietly, she turned to her brother with a smirk creasing the corners of her pink lips. “Kuonyesha mbali.” She whispered to him with another light laugh. Khairi was not lost by the serval kit, however. Keusi began to stare at the creature, causing Khairi’s bloody gaze to shift toward the small animal. Rolling his eyes lightly, he hummed to himself, humored by the way he had forgotten the forever starving stomach of the hyena. As if to distract the canine, he spread his wings along Kiada’s back, crooning to her in his dark crackling call. Kianzo must have noticed the sadness and wrinkles (now more pronounced as he shifted into an elephant) of their dear father. His voice was low and quick, reaching the point quickly. Kiada, feeling a bit more remorseful for the man, lifted her head to him with a brilliant smile as her tornado tore through another pile Khairi had collected. “We haven’t spent much time with you. We figured now was as good a time as any.” She announced before tilting her head to her father. “If you don’t mind, of course.” Her voice had gotten deeper, but it still carried that sweet innocence that she typically used to her advantage. Her gaze slipped to her brother, then, offering him a gentle smile as she swished her tail in the hopes of catching his hip with the charcoal tresses. "Talk." Mgeni - Stranger Kuonyesha mbali - show off kiada @Yael @Tembovu <3 RE: [HQ] Sweat Equity - Yael - 06-14-2017 yael She can feel the eyes on her as she works her not-so-subtle magic, transforming from a demure, relatively unthreatening figure to one that could cause quite a large amount of destruction – even at her smallish size. Tembovu’s introduction does not go unnoticed, however, and she gives a little wince, lowering her head in a sheepish grin, revealing a line of pearly white, sharp incisors. Her head swings towards the twins, then back to the Elephant - who is now in the midst of his own shift. “Ssssorry. Guessssss I ruined zat lessssson… “ and yet, she cannot help but chuckle, because the former King and his brood tower hands over her, built for strength and other things like that. Their version of working the land is probably far more productive and efficient than Yael’s version. “To be fair, I am not asssss sssssstrong as you and your kin. Een vich casssssse, eesssssss not mageec occasssssssionally appropriate? Accordeeng to each ssssssseetuation?” Work smarter, not harder. Surely even the ancient Dorobians used whatever tools were at their disposal to make the workload easier. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Tembovu @Kiada |