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12-20-2015, 01:27 PM
Dark blue eyes widen, and he begins to move towards the golden as the stag starts to walk into the charging elephant. The King wasn’t sure what he could do, but some large part of him would feel responsible if the antlered man was burned by molten rock— even if he was going to greet the flaming beast’s charge. He opened his mouth to bellow some kind of warning—
—but it came out as a shocked boom of wordless sounds. The golden man grew wings, morphing into another being entirely. The Elephant froze, rocking back on his haunches, mouth agape as he took to the sky. What?
The charging beast, not to be thwarted by such magical contortions, gave a fiery trumpet as wings lifted its target into the sky. Raising on it’s miniature haunches, a long trunk of molten rock wrapped around a hind fetlock of the now-flighted equine. Though, upon the burning contact with another being, it burst into flying chunks of lava, some spattering the underside of the flying man and the Elephant King, himself.
Fire from flighted, burning wings reigned down on the exploded elephant, and Tembovu lurched backwards to get away from the hot blast. Adrenaline stopped him from realizing that he had been burned by both his own creation and the wing-fire, just yet. Though, soon, the searing pain would make itself known on his chest (where spatters of lava had hit) and side of his neck (where some stray fire had brushed against him).
The remainder of the small beast was swept away as heavy ash, nothing remaining of such destructive rage. Dark blue eyes watched the golden man— who was now the dun Sultan of the south that he had seen at the Rift battles— landed before him, sides moving with surprised breaths. Black brows raise at the smug smirk that greeting his own, stunned face. A new voice, though with the same cadence of speech, comes from the dark, bone-pierced muzzle.
He blinked, once, at the question. And then gave a short, booming chuckle at the sheer absurdity of all of this. “A ‘pet’ of mine would be better behaved and—” he gave a wry, lopsided smile, “wouldn’t have missed.” His hide, beginning to feel the sting, twitched as his burns weeped their clear serum. Oh, how he hated being burned. His gaze darkens, though he ignores the bite of the burns.
“That’s a useful trick,” he swept his great horn over the body of the man before him, indicating his shape-shifting, “I am Tembovu, King of the Edge. Who, or what, are you?” His brows raise fractionally as his low voice rumbles.
Summary: magmaphant grabs onto Thran's fetlock with his trunk, then explodes. Burning chunks land on his underside and Tembovu's chest. Thran/Guach's fire burns the side of Tembovu's neck.
—but it came out as a shocked boom of wordless sounds. The golden man grew wings, morphing into another being entirely. The Elephant froze, rocking back on his haunches, mouth agape as he took to the sky. What?
The charging beast, not to be thwarted by such magical contortions, gave a fiery trumpet as wings lifted its target into the sky. Raising on it’s miniature haunches, a long trunk of molten rock wrapped around a hind fetlock of the now-flighted equine. Though, upon the burning contact with another being, it burst into flying chunks of lava, some spattering the underside of the flying man and the Elephant King, himself.
Fire from flighted, burning wings reigned down on the exploded elephant, and Tembovu lurched backwards to get away from the hot blast. Adrenaline stopped him from realizing that he had been burned by both his own creation and the wing-fire, just yet. Though, soon, the searing pain would make itself known on his chest (where spatters of lava had hit) and side of his neck (where some stray fire had brushed against him).
The remainder of the small beast was swept away as heavy ash, nothing remaining of such destructive rage. Dark blue eyes watched the golden man— who was now the dun Sultan of the south that he had seen at the Rift battles— landed before him, sides moving with surprised breaths. Black brows raise at the smug smirk that greeting his own, stunned face. A new voice, though with the same cadence of speech, comes from the dark, bone-pierced muzzle.
He blinked, once, at the question. And then gave a short, booming chuckle at the sheer absurdity of all of this. “A ‘pet’ of mine would be better behaved and—” he gave a wry, lopsided smile, “wouldn’t have missed.” His hide, beginning to feel the sting, twitched as his burns weeped their clear serum. Oh, how he hated being burned. His gaze darkens, though he ignores the bite of the burns.
“That’s a useful trick,” he swept his great horn over the body of the man before him, indicating his shape-shifting, “I am Tembovu, King of the Edge. Who, or what, are you?” His brows raise fractionally as his low voice rumbles.
Summary: magmaphant grabs onto Thran's fetlock with his trunk, then explodes. Burning chunks land on his underside and Tembovu's chest. Thran/Guach's fire burns the side of Tembovu's neck.
He paid for his sins. He was saved.
But some sins haunt us no matter how much we pay.
@Thranduil
Please tag Tembovu.
