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05-02-2016, 10:29 PM
Tembovu & Mwebene
Mbwene issued a brassy snort at Hera’s soft muzzle bump and invitation to join their game. Certainly not, her waving ears and shaking trunk seemed to say. Not only were her short and stumpy limbs not made for this chasing game of ‘tag,’ but her bright blue eyes also clearly exuded an innate disapproval of such springing, galavanting steps that both the filly and her large bonded took.
The Elephant, however, let out a loud and rumbling chuckle as Hera’s small milk teeth nipped at the thick hide of his shoulder— the filly was quick, for being so young! And the General wasn’t as agile as he used to be… Not that the hulking man had ever, truly, been agile, in the truest sense of the word. Just more nimble and less lumbering. But, alas, he no longer led troops in drills daily. Instead, he spent his time welcoming, leading, chastising, and (perhaps most importantly as assuredly his most favored) play with foals.
So his chuckle rumbled warmly, as his momentum shifted from backwards to forwards, heavy hooves crunching in the ice as he subtly tried to herd the silver filly away from the sharp drop of he snow drift she had been rolling down. It wouldn’t do for her to fall down that in their harmless game.
He grinned, “You’d better run, then,” his amused response to her delighted squealed rolled over the snow-covered Edge, his earlier dark despondency momentarily forgotten. Thank the gods for foals. They were pinpricks of light amid a sea of shadows for the Elephant King.
The Elephant, however, let out a loud and rumbling chuckle as Hera’s small milk teeth nipped at the thick hide of his shoulder— the filly was quick, for being so young! And the General wasn’t as agile as he used to be… Not that the hulking man had ever, truly, been agile, in the truest sense of the word. Just more nimble and less lumbering. But, alas, he no longer led troops in drills daily. Instead, he spent his time welcoming, leading, chastising, and (perhaps most importantly as assuredly his most favored) play with foals.
So his chuckle rumbled warmly, as his momentum shifted from backwards to forwards, heavy hooves crunching in the ice as he subtly tried to herd the silver filly away from the sharp drop of he snow drift she had been rolling down. It wouldn’t do for her to fall down that in their harmless game.
He grinned, “You’d better run, then,” his amused response to her delighted squealed rolled over the snow-covered Edge, his earlier dark despondency momentarily forgotten. Thank the gods for foals. They were pinpricks of light amid a sea of shadows for the Elephant King.
@Hera I think we can fade it here? Maybe a new thread in the new season?
Please tag Tembovu.
