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08-13-2015, 11:20 PM
Why was he in the meadow? He wasn’t sure. He was last here with a pretty, petite mare from Rexanna’s herd. Had her name been Brisa? He wasn’t sure. Their meeting had been short lived. His evening with Rexanna, however, had not been short-lived. It had been long, satisfying, and… comforting. A strange descriptive, but he had left the beach that morning feeling happy. A feeling he hadn’t had in so long. His sadness, his anger- they had subsided that night. It had felt… simply good.
Yet now he was wandering, a day with seemingly less snow than the others. A golden glint caught his eye. The form was familiar- but not. Like walking through an old home that’s been redecorated by a new family. The form had the physique and markings of his Rexanna, but the defeat with which she walked was so unlike his love.
His head raised, ears perked, eyes straining to see. His entire attention was trained on the golden princess- Was she hurt? Was she captive? But his assessment yielded no immediate reason for her proud, lovely crown to be held so low. Ears twitch as he hears his name, spoken so foreignly on such familiar lips. Unease and anger stirred in his gut.
A thundering, earth quaking canter brought this elephant with surprising speed across the meadow. Puffs of powder erupt from his heavy hoofbeats. He nickers to his gilded cream lady, the sound rumbling to her as he approaches. He slows, but does not stop until he can touch her- comfort her.
His large muzzle seeks hers, caressing beneath it, lifting her head higher so that it does not hang so low. Azure eyes search hers, concern etched on his face. Though he cannot help but breath in her scent, take in the comfort and desire it brings. He slides his muzzle along the underside of her jaw, tracing her cheek, “Rexanna, my love, what’s wrong?” Warm breath washes over her skin as his deep voice rumbles quietly.
Yet now he was wandering, a day with seemingly less snow than the others. A golden glint caught his eye. The form was familiar- but not. Like walking through an old home that’s been redecorated by a new family. The form had the physique and markings of his Rexanna, but the defeat with which she walked was so unlike his love.
His head raised, ears perked, eyes straining to see. His entire attention was trained on the golden princess- Was she hurt? Was she captive? But his assessment yielded no immediate reason for her proud, lovely crown to be held so low. Ears twitch as he hears his name, spoken so foreignly on such familiar lips. Unease and anger stirred in his gut.
A thundering, earth quaking canter brought this elephant with surprising speed across the meadow. Puffs of powder erupt from his heavy hoofbeats. He nickers to his gilded cream lady, the sound rumbling to her as he approaches. He slows, but does not stop until he can touch her- comfort her.
His large muzzle seeks hers, caressing beneath it, lifting her head higher so that it does not hang so low. Azure eyes search hers, concern etched on his face. Though he cannot help but breath in her scent, take in the comfort and desire it brings. He slides his muzzle along the underside of her jaw, tracing her cheek, “Rexanna, my love, what’s wrong?” Warm breath washes over her skin as his deep voice rumbles quietly.
TEMBOVU
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