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02-12-2016, 08:50 AM
tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
The Elephant King had seen the glowing moon flowers— he saw everything surrounding Mauja at night. The restless sleep and the sweat sheen of nightmares. But he dared not approach this stallion (his friend). Not since the Forest.
Though he felt a newfound control of his magic, his angry flames locked in the icy vice of fear. Fear he had felt consolidate coldly in his chest between the burning trees. It was a strange relief, at so expensive a price, to gain such control over his enraged magic. Eyes, as dark and shadowed as that burning night, followed the ragged white and spotted form.
He hesitated, unsure if should dare to follow. Unsure if he should be near the man, especially at night. But the glowing flowers meant the Goddess, and Tembovu was sure that he mistrusted her. So, in some backward bend of protection, he followed the scarred man at a distance, leaving his newly bonded elephant to sleep in the nest of dried leaves. But he was stopped by a wall of mist some ways away from the Goddess and Mauja. Though, by the time the King had arrived, his shadowed eyes saw that the Frozen gleamed with health.
At least the Moon was being her own, strange brand of kind. But, still, he waited and watched, eyes drifting to catch the murmuring form of the decorated Dacianna. Apparently he was not alone in following after the Mauja’s summons. Though his gaze quickly returned to the snow leopard, ears perked and eyes straining against the mist, ensuring (or attempting to, because what was a mortal against a Goddess?) that no more harm befell him.
Gently, he felt a tug in the back of his mind as Mbwene stirred in her sleep, growing cold in the frosted night without the warmth of her bonded.
Though he felt a newfound control of his magic, his angry flames locked in the icy vice of fear. Fear he had felt consolidate coldly in his chest between the burning trees. It was a strange relief, at so expensive a price, to gain such control over his enraged magic. Eyes, as dark and shadowed as that burning night, followed the ragged white and spotted form.
He hesitated, unsure if should dare to follow. Unsure if he should be near the man, especially at night. But the glowing flowers meant the Goddess, and Tembovu was sure that he mistrusted her. So, in some backward bend of protection, he followed the scarred man at a distance, leaving his newly bonded elephant to sleep in the nest of dried leaves. But he was stopped by a wall of mist some ways away from the Goddess and Mauja. Though, by the time the King had arrived, his shadowed eyes saw that the Frozen gleamed with health.
At least the Moon was being her own, strange brand of kind. But, still, he waited and watched, eyes drifting to catch the murmuring form of the decorated Dacianna. Apparently he was not alone in following after the Mauja’s summons. Though his gaze quickly returned to the snow leopard, ears perked and eyes straining against the mist, ensuring (or attempting to, because what was a mortal against a Goddess?) that no more harm befell him.
Gently, he felt a tug in the back of his mind as Mbwene stirred in her sleep, growing cold in the frosted night without the warmth of her bonded.
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