When the bearded man moved, her eyes flashed toward him again, her military training not letting a possible trap escape her notice. The two stallions definitely seemed to be at odds but she understood these foreigners and their ways about as much as she understood the concept of serenity, so she didn't think to much of being boxed in my their bodies. An old man and a boy, what kind of scrapper would she bee if she couldn't handle both of them at once?

Still the old man was speaking as he set her up to be used as a shield, and though she didn't understand quite a bit of the later parts of his tirade, she got the gist. Her brow drew up and she stilled-a rare moment of utter disbelief. "Fuck...Tembovu?!" After a stunned second of testing those words in her mouth her smile broke again and she gaffawed. The idea was so ludicrous it amused her to no end. First that she would have an interest of fucking anyone at all but more, that it would be Tembovu? She had worshiped him, as surely many females had, but because he had been a bastion of strength and ferocity to aspire too, not some object of lust.

She grinned at the old man, shaking her head as if to say "Well, I'll be damned!" but the gold-decorated twerp pulled her attention away and got only a scowl. "King Tembovu?!" Hearing that baffled her as much as the idea of fucking the Elephant General. It was exactly what she wanted, had meant for him to come back and take charge but in Dorobo! She would have eagerly accepted more information but the change in the "prince's" demeanor had her taking a step backward with and obvious "What the fuck?" sort of expression. She saw the raised brow, the smirk, all the trappings of teasing charm and didn't understand a bit of it. She had no use for charm, and now that it was coyly standing in the way of the information she wanted, it only served to provoke her.

She bared her teeth and leaned in again “Mavuto not need nice-" she sneered the word, "-to get what she want.” And it seemed she didn't need to bite this cretin full of holes either, for the answers came from behind her. She turned, twitchy anger subsiding as she had no further need of of the gilded fly and his stupid smirk and could now ignore him completely. She regarded the old bearded man, again stymied in her usual mania by surprise. After a year of running like a madwoman across the earth and pulling teeth for the barest hint that someone may have recalled seeing Tembovu in the past several years, this stallion not only had seen him but knew where the General could currently be found? It was almost too good to be true, too good to trust, even if she did like his sense of humor.

She began to shake, an excited sort of quiver, as she glanced eastward. The idea that she was close made her want to bolt, run flat out until she found her target but the title of the place made her nervous. "Edge of the world?" She clipped the question before her eyes drifted up to notice for the first time the snake coiling around the funny one's horn. "NYOKA!" She jerked violently, eyes narrowing in with a vicious kind of rage. If ever the was a creature she hated in this world, it was snakes. "Do not move!" She barked in warning to the stallion. "Mavuto kill it!

M A V U T O
sweat dripping down your chest
thinking ‘bout your tattooed knuckles
that girl is a  p r o b l e m