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Tembovu
The Elephant King had rested. Despite the unrest that lingered in the base of his skull from the obsession of being a father to his children, the King had slept well. True, utter exhaustion had numbed his mind to the unyielding tide of thoughts that crashed through it. Thus, with Mbwene keeping a watchful and warning eye out for anyone who might interrupt her bonded’s sleep, he had folded his thick, weary limbs beneath him, resting his head on a soft pile of needles dexterously arranged by a thoughtful trunk.
But now, he rose. First his ebony eyelids, slowly raising to reveal cloudy, navy eyes. Then his head; slowly and unsteadily it lifted on his thick neck. Then his forelimbs, with a groan they lifted his heavy forehand up. He paused for a few moments, sitting somewhat comically as he slowly blinked and looked around.
Mbwene was gone— she had left a while ago. Though she had not been sleeping, her bonded’s thoughts and intentions had been still flowing through their bond. As he had begun to reach the end of dreams and approach consciousness, two pressing individuals had flooded their bond: Alysanne and Orithia.
The Elephant needed to see both mares, but for vastly different reasons. Though Mbwene did not entirely understand the reasons behind it, she could feel the undercurrent for each. For Alysanne, there was gratitude (much to the small elephant’s consternation); for Orithia, there was rage and uncertainty.
So, since the small matriarch also felt the threads of exhaustion (despite the King’s deep rest) though their bond, she had preemptively gone to seek out Alysanne. Mbwene had already been left behind once, and she was not keen to repeat the endeavor. She figured that whatever this ‘gratitude’ led to, it was far preferable than the rage promised to the blushed mare.
The Elephant King groaned, stretching his neck and back while still sitting. It had been a long while since he had slept that deeply.
But now, he rose. First his ebony eyelids, slowly raising to reveal cloudy, navy eyes. Then his head; slowly and unsteadily it lifted on his thick neck. Then his forelimbs, with a groan they lifted his heavy forehand up. He paused for a few moments, sitting somewhat comically as he slowly blinked and looked around.
Mbwene was gone— she had left a while ago. Though she had not been sleeping, her bonded’s thoughts and intentions had been still flowing through their bond. As he had begun to reach the end of dreams and approach consciousness, two pressing individuals had flooded their bond: Alysanne and Orithia.
The Elephant needed to see both mares, but for vastly different reasons. Though Mbwene did not entirely understand the reasons behind it, she could feel the undercurrent for each. For Alysanne, there was gratitude (much to the small elephant’s consternation); for Orithia, there was rage and uncertainty.
So, since the small matriarch also felt the threads of exhaustion (despite the King’s deep rest) though their bond, she had preemptively gone to seek out Alysanne. Mbwene had already been left behind once, and she was not keen to repeat the endeavor. She figured that whatever this ‘gratitude’ led to, it was far preferable than the rage promised to the blushed mare.
The Elephant King groaned, stretching his neck and back while still sitting. It had been a long while since he had slept that deeply.
@Alysanne feel free to PP Mbwene however to fetch Aly!
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