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02-12-2016, 12:02 AM
You were never supposed to leave.
She ignored his comment about her memory and instead listened as he spoke of being her ears that she could express her troubles to. She would be a terrible Thief to have succumbed to speaking of her worries so abruptly, so amid all of the chaos in her mind she figured she’d leave her interests where Tembovu lay. Her oceanic gaze watched the stallion before her, listening as he spoke of Tembovu. Giving him a weird nickname that he probably carried since before Rexanna had dubbed him Temb. It seemed there were two kinds of people in the world; those that called him Bov and those that referred to him as Temb. Perhaps she was on the wrong side of the spectrum.
Yet her ears swiveled with slight discomfort as Kiuaji spoke of ‘Kingly duties’. A spark ignited within her of jealousy – curious to know just what Kingly duties he might need to be alone for. She couldn’t automatically assume him to sleep with everyone like she had, but her trust in him had failed when he spoke of sleeping with his own herdmate. A bit of hypocrisy danced within her jealous flames with enough of a feeling to begin to extinguish her thoughts as they raced to him loving another.
Instead, she turned her attention on Kiuaji and his connection to the Elephant’s last lover. Tilting her head to him slightly, the golden chains she bore slid carefully across her cream brow, exotic gaze seeming unfazed by the words the stallion spoke of. “I want to know about Mara. And Faxr.” Her voice broke, pushing all chit chatter aside. Wanting to know what it was that reminded the both of them of this so called Mara. The Thief flicked her tail then, shifting her weight as her gaze landed upon the companion of the stallion. Watching the bird briefly before her eyes landed on his violet ones again.
“Why did you think of her when you saw me?” She finally questioned, out in the open. A strong yearning from within her to learn everything about Tembovu’s old past – but stopping short of asking such a broad question.
"Talk?"
Yet her ears swiveled with slight discomfort as Kiuaji spoke of ‘Kingly duties’. A spark ignited within her of jealousy – curious to know just what Kingly duties he might need to be alone for. She couldn’t automatically assume him to sleep with everyone like she had, but her trust in him had failed when he spoke of sleeping with his own herdmate. A bit of hypocrisy danced within her jealous flames with enough of a feeling to begin to extinguish her thoughts as they raced to him loving another.
Instead, she turned her attention on Kiuaji and his connection to the Elephant’s last lover. Tilting her head to him slightly, the golden chains she bore slid carefully across her cream brow, exotic gaze seeming unfazed by the words the stallion spoke of. “I want to know about Mara. And Faxr.” Her voice broke, pushing all chit chatter aside. Wanting to know what it was that reminded the both of them of this so called Mara. The Thief flicked her tail then, shifting her weight as her gaze landed upon the companion of the stallion. Watching the bird briefly before her eyes landed on his violet ones again.
“Why did you think of her when you saw me?” She finally questioned, out in the open. A strong yearning from within her to learn everything about Tembovu’s old past – but stopping short of asking such a broad question.
"Talk?"
@Kiuaji
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Permission given for moderate power play.
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her.
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