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Tembovu & Mbwene
Mbwene’s satisfied chortles paused for a moment as Chico’s growling purr rumbled from his chest—and then she loosened her trunk from its fist in his mane, moving it towards his chest to feel the rumbling sound that issued from his breast. Her sensitive trunk pressed firmly there, at first, before lightening and gently tracing the angular, white marking on his shoulder. A questioning whistle left her long snout, bright blue gaze swinging from the marking she traced to Chico’s liquid gold eyes. And, for a moment, a flash of irritation at their lack of ability communicate speared Tembovu’s mind through their bond.
A black rimmed ear swiveled towards the closely twined companions, “Yeah, they do that. And they don’t stop, either.” A deep, low chuckle rumbled from his great chest at her words, “They don't stop?” He paused, “Perhaps Chico has more to say than Mbwene.” His comment was offhand and easily said—an observation of the exuberant and ever-active Rougarou’s antics.
Yes.
Mbwene’s distracted mind-thought sounded in his mind, causing his other ear to flick towards the small elephant. A lopsided grin grew across his muzzle, just as Ros relaxed into his embrace. He hadn’t missed the tension that lined her smaller, stouter body—but he was not small part relieved at the little laugh that escaped as he squeezed her.
Her dark lips tickled his chest as she replied to his remark about her blade— “Your ’Pa’?” the Elephant echoed the emphasis she placed on the word, curiosity flashing across his black-masked face as he slowly loosened the mare from his hold and took a half-step back. His head lifted, neck disentangling from hers as it swung to look at the quietly crackling weapon plunged into the Edge’s rich soil.
A lopsided grin replaced his curious expression, navy gaze swinging back to her bright blue pupils, “Did your pa teach you to wield it?” His massive, heavy body slowly began to shift, legs placing him alongside the sparking blade. His shoulders squared, broad chest swelling as his heavy, thick horn motioned from the blade’s handle to his electric friend.
His implication was clear: he wanted the Sparklight to show him she knew how to use the blade.
A black rimmed ear swiveled towards the closely twined companions, “Yeah, they do that. And they don’t stop, either.” A deep, low chuckle rumbled from his great chest at her words, “They don't stop?” He paused, “Perhaps Chico has more to say than Mbwene.” His comment was offhand and easily said—an observation of the exuberant and ever-active Rougarou’s antics.
Yes.
Mbwene’s distracted mind-thought sounded in his mind, causing his other ear to flick towards the small elephant. A lopsided grin grew across his muzzle, just as Ros relaxed into his embrace. He hadn’t missed the tension that lined her smaller, stouter body—but he was not small part relieved at the little laugh that escaped as he squeezed her.
Her dark lips tickled his chest as she replied to his remark about her blade— “Your ’Pa’?” the Elephant echoed the emphasis she placed on the word, curiosity flashing across his black-masked face as he slowly loosened the mare from his hold and took a half-step back. His head lifted, neck disentangling from hers as it swung to look at the quietly crackling weapon plunged into the Edge’s rich soil.
A lopsided grin replaced his curious expression, navy gaze swinging back to her bright blue pupils, “Did your pa teach you to wield it?” His massive, heavy body slowly began to shift, legs placing him alongside the sparking blade. His shoulders squared, broad chest swelling as his heavy, thick horn motioned from the blade’s handle to his electric friend.
His implication was clear: he wanted the Sparklight to show him she knew how to use the blade.
@Roskuld I figured they could right into a spar? I can start it, or you can take the first attack! Just let me know :D
Please tag Tembovu.
