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09-21-2015, 10:00 PM
Ears prick forward as his King- no, his Queen- appeared from the mist at a ground covering trot. The dew clung to his already white coat, and he glistened in the muted yellow rays. Ethereal, almost. Already, Tembovu could feel his foul mood melting away now that he was facing an opponent. A ripple runs across his thick this hide as he rolls his shoulders slowly. He can feel the fascia begin to unstick, a thrum beginning in his chest as he feels his muscles loosen. Deep blue gaze studies the spotted glacier approaching. The usual cold, impassivity covered his face. Was there a glimmer of reluctance- of distaste behind that icy stare? Disbelief pulsed through him. How could he not be keen for a spar? Friendly exercise without the fear of death or conquer. Sounded ideal to the elephant. Sweeping his incredulity aside with a broad, lopsided grin, “My good Queen! How magnanimous of you to show,” he booms to Mauja, bad mood now entirely forgotten as cheerfulness rolls off him in waves. Inclining his head slightly, he watched the stallion slow to a halt before him. He sees him smile- a small, tight smile that seemed appropriate, yet lacked enough warmth to meet the rest of his face. The large beast snorts softly to himself. Would he ever melt some of his King’s/Queen’s ice? Another project. He smiles to himself, then shoves these musings away. Still watching Mauja closely, he realized that he was about to fight an unknown opponent for the first time in years. His battles in Dorobo had been planned skirmishes against known enemies. He knew their powers, their weaknesses, their weapons, and their fighting styles. With Mauja, he knew nothing. So he studied the stallion, ears perk and twitch as his crass words. The elephant barks a deep laugh. “As my Queen commands,” his low voice rumbles through his laughter. Though he waits moments longer, perusing the large body for a plan of attack. Yes, the snowy stud was large, nearly as tall as himself. And built sturdy, though not as an elephant like himself. His mane was long: a possible handle. But would this really come to hair-pulling? His horn was spiraled, point sharp. And his muscles stretched the spotted hide, clearly in better fighting form than himself. Ah, to hell with it. With quickness that belied his heavy form, he lowered his massive, right shoulder while lunging for Mauja’s left shoulder with it. Aiming to use his mass (for that has always been his advantage), he tries to slam his momentum against the white queen, wanting to use Mauja as a physical break as he swings his haunches around to his right. His colossal wall of muscular hindquarters direct their power to slam against the stag’s haunches. His right hind leg is raised, coming down as he completes his forehand pivot, targeting the front of his opponent’s left hind hock and cannon bone. As he attacks, his head tucks, heavy horn slanted towards the glass one. Not to attack, but to parry away any slashes towards him at their faces and chests come so close in his charge. “Surely we can elicit some excitement from you, my friend,” his low grunt escapes as his body intends to smash into Mauja’s. Mud flies in clods from his gargantuan hooves. This was going to get messy. He grinned. 1/3 WC: 566 Summary: Temb throws his right shoulder against Mau’s left, slamming all his weight against him. He then continues his momentum as a pivot on his front right leg, swinging his haunches around so that they hit against Mau’s haunches (and so that they are side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder). He tries to kick Mau’s hind left leg as he slams against him. Ugh, I hope this makes sense. ;-; |
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