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09-14-2015, 01:48 AM
Tembovu
A thick ear flicked backwards, what did he hear in the snow? It sounded like nothing, but just a bit more— like the feeling of touch just before something actually contacts the skin. Then, a feline growl. His large head swung around, dark blue eyes probing the darkness. Reflections of eyes greeted his gaze and, with surprising speed for the mass of his body, he swung around to face the predator.
Adrenaline spikes through him as his head instinctively lowers to fend off this oversized cat. Perhaps this is needed, this will keep his mind busy and away from thoughts of burned, dead foals— but just as he squares himself and flexes his muscles, a striking grey stallion appears behind the white tigress.
The silver stud loped towards the elephant, who slowly relaxed as the tiger apparently revised her choice of meal. He slows, and walks up to him, silver eyes glancing over Tembovu’s own before surveying the valley that was just beginning to lighten with pre-dawn.
The giant pivots beside the now speaking man, so that he is facing the valley alongside him. He bobs his great horn in agreement, “Indeed, you feel closer to the heavens up here,” his deep voice rumbles quietly and almost melancholic. Blue eyes glance once towards the lightening sky.
“What brings me up here?” he repeats the question, as if asking himself. His thick black tail flicks in thought, gently brushing his own and the grey’s hocks, for they stand so closely side-by-side.
“Insomnia. Needing a distraction- needing to forget,” again, his deep voice his quiet, lacking his usual ease and good humor. He snorts softly, a shiver running over his buckskin hide, “I could ask you the same question, my good man?” His eyes leave the brightening horizon to study the side profile of the strong featured, quicksilver stallion.
Adrenaline spikes through him as his head instinctively lowers to fend off this oversized cat. Perhaps this is needed, this will keep his mind busy and away from thoughts of burned, dead foals— but just as he squares himself and flexes his muscles, a striking grey stallion appears behind the white tigress.
The silver stud loped towards the elephant, who slowly relaxed as the tiger apparently revised her choice of meal. He slows, and walks up to him, silver eyes glancing over Tembovu’s own before surveying the valley that was just beginning to lighten with pre-dawn.
The giant pivots beside the now speaking man, so that he is facing the valley alongside him. He bobs his great horn in agreement, “Indeed, you feel closer to the heavens up here,” his deep voice rumbles quietly and almost melancholic. Blue eyes glance once towards the lightening sky.
“What brings me up here?” he repeats the question, as if asking himself. His thick black tail flicks in thought, gently brushing his own and the grey’s hocks, for they stand so closely side-by-side.
“Insomnia. Needing a distraction- needing to forget,” again, his deep voice his quiet, lacking his usual ease and good humor. He snorts softly, a shiver running over his buckskin hide, “I could ask you the same question, my good man?” His eyes leave the brightening horizon to study the side profile of the strong featured, quicksilver stallion.
@Ciceron
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