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Tembovu
“Oh, you’re home already?”
Dark navy gaze shuttered close, already creased eyes growing even more lined as black lids hid somber, stormy eyes. Black rimmed ears tilted back at the words that were asked so flatly—so deceptively dull and lifeless. But the Elephant knew true lifeless; he had just left the freshly turned soil that covered it.
Black lips pressed in a thick line as a taunt, heavy silence weighed between him and his golden, beautiful, mate. His jaw clenched once, thick muscle ripple across the surface of his cheek as teeth grit and released from each other just as a deep breath filled and expanded his barrel. He held it for a few moments, as if the pressure from his abdomen could somehow squeeze out the pounding pain in his heart Nyx’s death had left.
But it couldn’t. Nothing would.
So, with a loud outward gush of breath, the King responded to Rexanna, “I am," a heavy pause, "You decided to stay home.” The flatness of his words matched hers—although his last phrase was almost a challenge. Almost. He had wanted needed her there beside him. For all their distance, she had become a fixture of comfort and solace in his soul.
But she hadn't been there. His thick, coarse, black tail lashed against his hocks—a contradiction to his outer stillness and revelation of his inner turmoil.
Dark navy gaze shuttered close, already creased eyes growing even more lined as black lids hid somber, stormy eyes. Black rimmed ears tilted back at the words that were asked so flatly—so deceptively dull and lifeless. But the Elephant knew true lifeless; he had just left the freshly turned soil that covered it.
Black lips pressed in a thick line as a taunt, heavy silence weighed between him and his golden, beautiful, mate. His jaw clenched once, thick muscle ripple across the surface of his cheek as teeth grit and released from each other just as a deep breath filled and expanded his barrel. He held it for a few moments, as if the pressure from his abdomen could somehow squeeze out the pounding pain in his heart Nyx’s death had left.
But it couldn’t. Nothing would.
So, with a loud outward gush of breath, the King responded to Rexanna, “I am," a heavy pause, "You decided to stay home.” The flatness of his words matched hers—although his last phrase was almost a challenge. Almost. He had wanted needed her there beside him. For all their distance, she had become a fixture of comfort and solace in his soul.
But she hadn't been there. His thick, coarse, black tail lashed against his hocks—a contradiction to his outer stillness and revelation of his inner turmoil.
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