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12-09-2015, 07:28 PM
Tembovu
the Elephant
A cream ear tilted sideways in unease as she addressed him with ‘Your Majesty.’ The stuffiness and the formality of her regal neck bowing so deeply did not sit well with him. Though he brushed it aside during their short walk devoted to his mulling thoughts. His thick hide vaguely felt the brushes of her intent gaze while his blue eyes just barely noticed that she walked at his flank instead beside him. Though after he stopped, after she spoke of taking her own initiative, and after she addressed him with ‘Your Highness,’ the subtle deferences to his rank leapt to his attention, as did her bluntly honest words.
He studied her closely, then, this slender black mare of magnificent wings and melodious accent. His own mouth smiled sightly as he watched her slender black lips smirk with self-deprecating humor. Dark blue eyes left her mouth, searching for her dark and deferent gaze, “You may call me Tembovu. ” The low rumble faded in the small distance between the Elephant and the raven, as his study of the woman continued and his great head tilted ever so slightly. “Your honesty is refreshing, Imonada. I appreciate it,” his bass sounded her name carefully, “And it would be a shame to see those elegant wings clipped," eyes flickered to the raven wings in question, "So, please, do relay my wish of good will to your rulers at the Falls.” He fell quiet for a moment, an ear swiveled to catch the futile cries of the aforementioned, thwarted hawk. There was little else to say, and yet…
“Intelligence?” his low voice questioned. He wanted to ask more— to know more of what made the mare beneath those feminine, yet strong onyx features. “Is there a reason you chose such a path, Imonada?” again, his low rumble meticulously sounded her name, for he quite like the feel of it on his tongue. The King knew their business had ended. The spy had her information, the new King had given his message. But, still, he asked.
He studied her closely, then, this slender black mare of magnificent wings and melodious accent. His own mouth smiled sightly as he watched her slender black lips smirk with self-deprecating humor. Dark blue eyes left her mouth, searching for her dark and deferent gaze, “You may call me Tembovu. ” The low rumble faded in the small distance between the Elephant and the raven, as his study of the woman continued and his great head tilted ever so slightly. “Your honesty is refreshing, Imonada. I appreciate it,” his bass sounded her name carefully, “And it would be a shame to see those elegant wings clipped," eyes flickered to the raven wings in question, "So, please, do relay my wish of good will to your rulers at the Falls.” He fell quiet for a moment, an ear swiveled to catch the futile cries of the aforementioned, thwarted hawk. There was little else to say, and yet…
“Intelligence?” his low voice questioned. He wanted to ask more— to know more of what made the mare beneath those feminine, yet strong onyx features. “Is there a reason you chose such a path, Imonada?” again, his low rumble meticulously sounded her name, for he quite like the feel of it on his tongue. The King knew their business had ended. The spy had her information, the new King had given his message. But, still, he asked.
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