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OOC: Sorry it kinda sucks its a bit late over here, she will get better!
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Image Credits OOC: Sorry it kinda sucks its a bit late over here, she will get better! @Rexanna @Tembovu
12-19-2015, 03:59 PM
Restless. He was restless. It was a mask, or replacement, for the rage that had left him in the form of a flaming elephant on the Flats. Roughly, he shook himself as as he relived the disconcerting encounter with the golden stag who adopted another’s appearance. Or had the flaming sultan of the south adopted the golden’s appearance? He wasn’t sure he could trust the Laurelin. No, he was sure he could not trust him. Regardless, he was relieved to have shed the burning anger that had plagued him. No longer was he hatefully spiteful towards himself, or others. But, in its place, had settled nagging tension that he could not shake. Perhaps it was to protect himself from the depth of despair that loomed just beneath this antsy cloud. Thus, his agitated hooves carried him to the beach. As the large, ivory plates breached the sand, he felt the restlessness crack for a moment, anguish threatening to overwhelm him. Eyes and face darken as he stares at the uncaring waves of unending beauty. Pursing his lips, he begins to walk once again, seeking out the restlessness that had abandoned him. Anything was preferable to this misery. And, as if answering his nonverbal supplications, his gaze alights on a mare at the sea’s edge. She was undoubtably feminine, with womanly grace painting every curious moment of her skipping a stone on the calm seas. Long, ivory tresses swayed in the crisp, salty breeze. If not for the sunlight, the shore would have been frigid. But the warmth of the sun kept most of the cold wind’s nip at bay. His eyes, arrested on the woman of gently sun-kissed hues, lighted from their earlier, stormy brooding. “I guess I am not good enough for anyone to care about me.” Cream ears twitch as he catches her words, spoken to her handsome deer companion. Heavy head cocks slightly, black and ivory face creasing in a small frown. “My lovely woman, I am certain that cannot be true,” his low voice rumbles over the distant crash of far-off waves. He dips his head deeply in greeting, once towards the woman and once, less deeply, towards the small stag. “I am Tembovu, King of the Edge,” his words are factual, not boastful, “Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he felt a slight reprieve of his ever-looming loneliness. @Raeden muaha drama llamas :D :D   Please tag Tembovu.
OOC:: Sorry it took so long!! I will be quicker with all the DRAMA!! @Tembovu
12-29-2015, 10:11 AM
He saw her tense upon his approach and unease shot through him— why would such a lovely mare be nervous at another’s nearing? A black-rimmed ear splayed sideways at the troubled thought. Though it quickly snapped back forward as the woman turned to him, sea-foam eyes ringed in thick lashes wide-eyed and meeting his own, surprised blue depths. The moment of equivalent stupefaction was short lived, for the handsome deer at her side was nudging and a smile quickly radiated across her face. His head grew slightly higher in response to her smile, as quick as it was, for it made her lovely features of pale gold glimmer in the shore’s light. Perked ears shivered at the soft hum of his name, and how could a lonely man miss the sensual flick of her tail as she so softly sounded his name? His nostrils quivered once, trying to pick out her scent among the bouquet of the sea, kelp, and sand. But the distance was too great to detect such a delicate thing in the ocean’s brisk breeze— so he takes a few steps closer, bringing his ivory hooves to the water’s edge as she speaks. The King, in fact, did not know of Hotaru— though, he realized he should as Raeden described her as the Basin’s Lady. He had met only Deimos… Perhaps he owed a visit to all the herdlands? If only to introduce himself. He looks towards Tin as she introduces him, “You’ve certainly a handsome companion,” his low voice rumbles, for indeed the Cerndyr is striking. He listens, in silence, at the self-deprecating monologue the beautiful woman spoke. And, sadly, he lost her lovely gaze to the ground as she trailed off, defeat etched in he words and slender, (sensually feminine, he noted) body. He wavered for a moment, trying to not cave to the study urges her melodic voice and alluring physiques sent rippling through his barrel. He tried to embrace a sense of chivalry for the sad woman… But compromised half-way. Stepping closer, hooves breaching the foamy shores, he dropped his great head low so that his eyes might meet her downcast gaze, and in doing so, he brought his muzzle close to her own. Warm breath mixing near her delicate nostrils, he finally caught her scent, and smiled lopsidedly, “You do not look ‘lost’ or ‘stuck’ to me, Raeden,” his low voice rumbled around her name. “Beautiful and between adventures, perhaps. But I am sure you have done, or will do, more than ‘nothing with your life,’” warm words ended as navy eyes peered up, searching for her silvered green gaze. @Raeden @Rexanna if Rex wants to come play, now? :D Please tag Tembovu.
12-30-2015, 01:19 AM
It had been awhile since I had spent time on an adventure. Between the frustration of becoming pregnant and the idea that perhaps Ashamin wouldn't want anything to do with it, I knew that I needed something to keep my mind off of it. So away from the Basin in the cold, I went. I traveled over various parts of Helovia in my attempts at finding something relaxing. After a long journey, I caught the scent of the ocean nearby. My heart began to beat and jump, my swollen stomach felt heavy but healthy, which was really all I could ask for. I carried a glow against my complexion, cream and golden body adorned with golden trinkets fit for a queen. A stature of which I wasn't, but a small part of me yearned for power. Just not like this. I worried a lot with this pregnancy, considering how my last one turned out. Everything I did seemed to revolve around making sure that I was safe and the little heartbeat within me would be safe too. Nothing would come between me and this child, not like the last time. So I followed my intention on finding a peaceful place to rest. The ocean seemed like the perfect spot. I could feel the memories of meeting Tembovu here, realizing just how powerful a love could be. But I also felt pain and upset at the idea that perhaps we weren't meant for one another. Pain and upset at the idea that we needed to try and live our own lives - away from one another. But as I pulled toward the ocean, feeling the sand beneath my hooves, I caught the scent of the Elephant. My heart lept and my blue eyes scanned the waters edge in search for the mammoth. Once my eyes spotted him, my heart seemed to stop. I felt my breath catch in my lungs and I lowered my head into the grasses again, seeing him close with that other golden mare made me think that perhaps we would be better off alone. But I couldn't help than to be a bit jealous. The hormones from the pregnancy seemed to cause me to be even more of an emotional wreck than I already was. A thought of which I couldn't even fathom. I thought about leaving. Letting the two of them have their own time together. Yet, there was a part of me that wanted him to see me. To remember me. I was greedy in that way. I sighed to myself, but approached the two nevertheless. Ears flickering back and forth in a show of my awkwardness and frustration. "I would be careful of handsome stallions giving advice. It might result in something unlucky." Blue eyes cascaded down to the downtrodden mare that resembled a lot of Hotaru, the one that had just promoted me not long before I grew pregnant. I flashed a glance toward Tembovu, jealousy read all over my face that I knew he could read, but I was unsure if the mare could. I just knew that deep down inside me, the only mare I wanted him to speak beautiful words to was me. I was a horrible being for thinking it. But I shifted against my weight, swollen barrel of an obvious pregnancy and hoping perhaps the mare would think the child was his. "talk" Now look at this web I wove.
I told you, I would break your heart. @Raeden @Tembovu ![[Image: lovelyskylark.gif?8]](http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/o/lovelyskylark.gif?8) Permission given for moderate power play. Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her. Please tag in every post!
12-30-2015, 09:31 PM
@Tembovu @Rexanna OOC:: Let the drama filled fun begin!!
01-11-2016, 12:03 PM
The pale golden splendor that is her velveteen muzzle extended towards his own, and he finds himself mirroring her actions. His own, broad and black maw reached up, thick crest flexing to hold his heavy head and horn in their dropped and stretched position. She took a step closer, further filling his nostrils and sight with glimmering, light gold backlit by the sun’s reflection on the waves. A smile once again graces her face— and it would be foolish for any man to deny the beauty the gods have bequeathed her. This was simple, easy, for the stallion— so much simpler and easier than what had pushed him to the shore. Perhaps it was the sea or the gold of her coat that had him so relaxed, so willing to ease into— into whatever was happening with Raeden. Perked ears greedily funnel her honeyed words, and thick lips part to tell her that he was not at all too busy to help her, in any way she required. He had all the time in the world for this mare of honey scent and silver eyes, ““I would be happy to help, Raed—” The deep husk of his words were abruptly cut off by a voice so achingly familiar, “I would be careful of handsome stallions giving advice. It might result in something unlucky.” And suddenly he was a colt caught grazing sweet succulents instead of the proteinaceous rye-grass. Cream ears tilted backwards, mind quickly upheaving from its Raeden-induced, serene state. The sharpness of the words, the layers of meanings beneath them— had he been unlucky for her? Had she for him? “Handsome.” His battered ego picked out the word; she still thought him handsome? Was she as jealous as Raedan called her out to be? Something unnamed swelled in his chest. He had carefully kept his gaze on the pale golden beauty before him, even as Raeden rose her opal-crowned skull and looked away from him, towards Rexanna. He then cast his own blue eyes down, away from On this realization, he raised his head with a mildly clenched jaw as Raeden introduced herself to Rexanna. Two beautiful, golden mares with two R-names. His lips pursed in deranged, hopeless amusement as his gaze lifted. Up, up, turning, swiveling towards the woman of ruin— The glow from the Giving Tree had grown on her, extending beyond her face and reaching over her entire, pregnant body. Pregnant. Pregnant. Eyes widen as they lock onto Rexanna’s swollen barrel. He does not realize that he takes a step towards her. There is a shadow of violence in the step, as every ounce of masculine muscle, hardened by Kingly spars and gods’ wars, leapt to rigidity beneath his scarred hide. Unblinking cobalt eyes— so often darkened and hardened by anger— are neither flinty nor shadowed. They are burning. Pits of blue fires spat tongues of hot flames, an Elephant of molten magma conglomerating in his chest. He does not tame this beast as it grows, feeding on the rage— the betrayal— that cuts through him so ruthlessly. Muscles ticked beneath the skin of his cheek, jaws clenched so tightly one can ear the creak of enamel. Nostrils are flared— not in seeking her scent (for hers is now the scent of another’s loins). They are flared in fuming breaths that feed the molten elephant-beast aching to peel from his skin. His enraged silence stretches, inflamed mind linking disjointed thoughts. It was obvious this could not be his child— he had not performed last time— she had not been pregnant at the tree— had she? — “even with expecting”, the bang of fireworks had interrupted— not expecting more work from being promoted— expecting a child?!— her radiance the she approached him had been from more than just her beauty… A long and loud breath left him as all the pieces fell into place, completing this revolting puzzle. He finally blinks, breaking his glare at her pregnant sides and shifting his He could not yet feel the pain that he knew pooled beneath the heat of his rage. Once this fury had burnt itself out, he knew the cold torment awaited him. But not yet; now was a time for burning eyes and scorched souls. His demon stretched its greedy jaws wide, urging the Elephant to open his mouth again— to say something more damaging, more hurtful. It was only fair, right Elephant? She hurt you so deeply, is it not rightful to reciprocate? The beast glimmered from beneath the flames in his eyes. ““As I was saying, Raeden, I have all the time to help a lovely mare find where she belongs. I could show you the Edge?” Boring gaze leaves Rexanna, finding Raeden’s as he offered something kind to Hotaru’s sister— something he had not offered Rexanna. Yes, he had asked her to come live with him in the Edge @Raeden @Rexanna Don't mind my NOVEL XD And yay! I'm glad this can start really picking up now :D Please tag Tembovu.
01-11-2016, 04:55 PM
I watched the mare briefly as her gaze turned to mine, a mix of teal and silver scanned me over. Then her voice hit my ears and seemed that she had mistaken my words for being angsty. She spoke to me, saying that I was jealous and while I could agree, I wouldn’t in front of Tembovu and her. I shook my head and smiled briefly to her. “My words weren’t meant to come off hostile.” I began, eyes watching the other golden mare for mere moments. “I guess I just meant it as a conversation starter?” I muttered, ears flickering in my clumsiness in starting conversations I obviously wasn’t welcome in. I shifted my gaze to Tembovu for a few seconds until her voice filled the air again. “Rexanna, Thief of the Basin.” My voice held a bit of a hint of bragging – mostly for Tembovu to hear – but was meant for absolute innocence, if it weren’t for the pregnancy hormones driving me to sound harsher than I originally meant. Then the Elephant King’s voice filled my ears, my head swiveling to him and his hostility. He spoke of Caleb and I shook my head, cringing at the thought. As he asked if it were another stallion, I only sighed and turned my gaze away from him briefly. “I thought we had agreed to try and live separate lives? Seeing each other now and then. Besides, I tried to tell you.” I spoke with a mirror-like reflection of the anger that pooled in the Elephant’s eyes. I could see his anger and frustration, but it was nothing that was hidden from him. I had told him before the show of fireworks that had somehow escaped my horn, a feeling that I couldn’t control quite yet, but one that I was coming to terms with as it grew within me. He asked Raeden if he could show her the Edge and part of me panged with a bit of guilt, but I knew that I had duties back in the Basin. I also knew that I wouldn’t be entirely welcome in the Edge anymore, either. Shoving that thought aside, I stepped back from the two. “I’m sorry I’ve bothered you two, I think I’ll head home.” I spoke, mostly to Tembovu as I lowered my head, eyes landing on the mammoth stag. Scanning along the scars he had gathered from the Rift battles as well as the strength granted from becoming King of the Edge. Where he had grown lean and strong, I had grown fat and full of carrying a child. Granted it wasn’t something I was entirely excited about, but it had happened and I had learned I needed to deal with it. “Oh, and Caleb isn’t the father. So you don’t have to worry about him anymore.” My voice rang to him as I turned from him, swollen barrel casting a shadow of thickness and life. Eyes scanning the edges for a way to leave, but my heart didn’t want me to leave just yet. So while I stood and searched for how I wanted to get home with least trouble, my heart sadly enjoyed the moments of seeing Tembovu’s reaction. Knowing that he still cared. "talk" Now look at this web I wove.
I told you, I would break your heart. @Raeden @Tembovu Permission given for moderate power play. Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her. Please tag in every post!
@Rexanna @Tembovu
01-17-2016, 03:20 AM
The burning in his eyes does not subside, despite the attempted mitigating remarks of Rexanna. And, as she so proudly declared herself a ‘Thief,’ the elephantine trumpet echoes once again in his skull. She was a Thief, stealer of affections and trusts. He had become a used man, a tool for her own ascendancy in Basin ranks— or so he perceived. Though some corner of his mind notes that she did not deny the jealousy Raeden accused her of; but any hope that might have blossomed from this fact was incinerated by the Elephant’s rage. His ears flick towards Raeden as she again mentions her sister, but this time to the Thief. He watches for a reaction, but gets only excuses about her child. A film of red crosses his vision and he can feel his chest grow hot as his magic threatened to push the fiery beast out of his chest. “I thought we had agreed to try and live separate lives…I tried to tell you.” Ears pin flush with his skull, pressure pushing against his eardrums as he wrestles with his rage. “You tried? Rexanna, the life a foal, mine or not, is worth more than a try,” anger laced thick through his deep growl, “You push me away for foals that are not even mine, only to turn and become pregnant by another?” This monster threatened, and begins to overwhelm him; even his great strength begins to give way before the fiery elephant. Such a creature would do unknown damage with the two mares present— But it was Raeden’s words, of all things, that send a cold tendril snaking down down his spine. Her concern, genuine or not, for Rexanna’s safety in traveling while pregnant fave rise to his own. Perhaps not the type of concern for a woman he loved, for his anger and her betrayal had destroyed that. But it was a concern rooted deep within him, birthed the moment he buried the burned bodies of his lover and son. It was so integral to his makeup that it sliced through the massive fries burning behind his gaze. So he seizes this cold concern like a lifeline, willing it to spread icy tendrils over his rage. And Rexanna speaks again, of Caleb— jaw muscles tick as muscles quiver, begging to unleash some amount of this barely controlled fury— but at least he is no longer a worry. Or so she says— doubt courses strong and (thankfully) cold through his veins, further chilling his anger. His eyes, grown hard with the mild control he has gained over his anger, turn to stare into the light blue eyes. Eyes once found lovely, now found deceptively alluring. “Raeden is right, it is unwise for a pregnant mare to travel the wilds alone,” his voice, usually so expressive, sounded cold and disinterested— even to his own ears, “We could send for the Basin’s Priest?” the look she had given him at the tree flashed through his mind (Ashamin, was it?). He does not remark on her following them to the Edge— for that is not truly an option for the King. At one point, it would have made him incandescently happy to have the gilded mare follow him home. But now, now that he has seen her gilding peel away and witnessed what lay beneath, he knew that her following would not make him happy. What would come of it? Him standing over her laboring body as she pushing another’s fruit into the world? No. What once would have been a joyous occasion was now… almost abhorrent to the Elephant. Though he would not deny her entrance, should she wish to reside in the Edge. That would be selfish of him, and a the duties of a King did not allow for selfishness. He turned his hard, unforgiving gaze back to Raeden, “I apologize, Raeden, for you having to witness this. My offer stands, I will gladly take you to the Edge, should you wish you make it your own home,” there was quivering control in his booming voice. Carefully, gently, deliberately, his broad muzzle reaches to touch her withers before he turns his shoulders towards the Edge. His rage is under control for the moment, but he is not certain how long his trembling restraint will last. @Rexanna @Raeden I'm the WORST ;-; Please tag Tembovu.
01-19-2016, 02:20 AM
My eyes shifted from the two of them as Tembovu’s head swept near hers. I knew I was getting ready to leave, but I turned back keeping my eyes off of them as jealousy and sadness blossomed within my chest like a wildfire. Though a wildfire I knew I needed to put out and remind myself that he isn’t mine anymore – no matter how much I wanted him to be. However, the mare’s voice caught my attention in response to my words of the Basin. Tilting my ears toward her specifically she spoke of the Lady of the Basin. I nodded offering her a gentle smile. “Hotaru. I haven’t spoke to her much aside from her giving me my promotion. She seems quite honorable.” My voice trailed off as Tembovu spoke to her of the Edge. However, before I could make my grand departure, the mare spoke again to me. My ears drifted down as a frown crossed my face, eyes watching the sand as it grew wet with the waves. “I think it’s best if I go on my own.” I muttered before Tembovu’s hot breath and fire words snapped at me. Closing my eyes tightly while I clenched my jaw, I sighed slowly before opening them and turning to face the Elephant once again. Ears wavering in uncertainty. “I pushed you away? Remind me again of the one who first had a child with another?” Words came blazing past my tongue before I stepped backward from him shaking my head, shooting an apologetic glance to Raeden. Then Tembovu spoke of the Priest and I shook my head. “No, Ashamin wouldn’t come. If I made my way here I can make my way back.” I nodded, as his words fell to Raeden. Apologizing to her for witnessing this. Blue eyes glued to him as if I happened to be the one making a scene. I could tell he grew angrier with each passing moment, but I needed him to hear something before I made my departure. “I apologize too, Raeden. I hear the Edge is a beautiful place.” I swapped my gaze then from the mare back to the Elephant King. “Though, there’s something I don’t understand Tembovu. I don’t understand why you are so upset. We agreed to try and live our separate lives. I’m trying to do exactly what you asked of me. We had agreed that we could not keep hurting each other. While you sit here and criticize me for my choices, all I wanted to do was make sure that Raeden perhaps would be someone that could give you everything I couldn’t. I want you to not think of this as jealousy, but rather as a sign that I still love you regardless if we cannot BE with one another.” My blue eyes grew strong, begging him to understand before I turned my gaze to the golden mare – sister of my very own leader. “I’m sorry if I assumed anything between the two of you. We have been through a lot together… I hope you can understand that I just want him to have the best.” I lowered my head to her, stepping back once more. Eyes flickering between the two of them. "talk" Now look at this web I wove.
I told you, I would break your heart. @Raeden @Tembovu Permission given for moderate power play. Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her. Please tag in every post!
01-19-2016, 10:03 PM
@Tembovu @Rexanna OOC:: Let the drama filled fun begin!!
01-20-2016, 11:40 PM
Remind me again of the one who first had a child with another?”Her anger lashes like a bullwhip, goading his and taunting the beast which he so tenuously controls. His chest grows warm, glowing as a fiery trunk and tusk try to push free. This push, this backwards slide of his control, shoves the his own, blisteringly angry No, Ashamin wouldn’t come.” Angry flames licked higher, a small burst of molten rock flared from his chest. It fell, in a little pile, at his hooves, no larger than a small rock, and burst into pieces amongst the sand. This man she looked to, instead of him, at the Giving Tree, would not come assist her? She preferred this priest, this selfish man who would not help a pregnant mother, to his own company that night? Ears shiver as they try to pin even further flush with his skull. “Why not? I would come, were it mine,” his eyes blazed at her, at some point his gaze has shifted away from the Edge’s cliffs and pointed dangerously back to Rexanna. His attention shifts to Raeden, hearing her acceptance of his apology. Guilt flashes through him, this mare was fighting her own internal battles, yet now was subject to his— laid bare on the sandy shores that ebbed and flowed around her pale hooves. An ear flicked towards the Thief as she speaks again— though this time her words are (thankfully) not incendiary. They echo the same sentiments she had told him in the last encounter, beneath twinkling stars and tinkling bells. She questions his anger, “We had agreed that we could not keep hurting each other,” tells him she still loves him. The pain that slices though his chest is a broad, icy blade. It is surprisingly effective at quelling the monster that had been pushing to be freed from his chest. “I don’t think we can do anything but hurt each other, Rexanna,” his words are quiet now, deep and miserable as he swings his eyes to Raeden, no longer able to look at The pale woman, Hotaru’s sister, speaks quiet words of understanding. Did hope flash in her silvered green eyes? This was no place for hope. The greedy waves grabbed it, with their endless onslaught, and swept it out to sea. The constant wind snatched it, shredding it with the tumultuous zephyrs. “Let us go, Raeden,” and, with quiet words that belied the shredding of his soul, he began to lead them towards the Edge. @Raeden @Rexanna ;-; He can still be here for one more round of posting, if you want. Also, I can make a post for us in the Edge if you'd like, Dressy! :D Please tag Tembovu. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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