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02-21-2016, 08:52 AM
tembovu
Heavy, ivory hooves crunch through the fine dust of snow. Mindless, sleepless, restless, there was so much ‘-less’ in his life. The only redeeming ’more’ was the shuffling elephant that trailed in his wake. Mbwene wasn’t sure about this powdery white ‘snow’— it was cold, and often froze over the tips of her long trunk. Which meant burrowing it into Tembovu’s chest or neck to thaw it. And that was annoying. Regardless, she tottered behind the Elephant King, tasseled tail swaying and ears flapping as her bright blue eyes gleamed like jewels to take in all that they passed. There was so much to see in their wanderings.
Dark blue eyes, which had alway been some degree of shadowed, were now lined and haunted— so much darker than they ever had been before. They didn’t see where he walked, he didn’t know where he walked. It was just away— away from the healers, away from the Edge, away from Mauja. Away from judging or prying eyes, away from apologies or scarred reminders.
So it was a great surprise to the Elephant that he had to abruptly halt his ceaseless walking to avoid running smack into a large, spotted, hindend that suddenly appeared between the trunks.
This was something familiar about the substantial expanse of black-spotted, golden buttocks that loomed before his broad muzzle.
“Ada?” The low rumble was incredulous. No. How was his cat here? How did the cheetah find Helovia? Aji had not revealed where he had led her to sanctuary, but he had not been gone long enough for them to have reached Helovia. “How, in all of Dorobo’s plains, did you end up here?” The low rumble of his voice had lost the sadness for a moment, and shock lightened his eyes, erasing the haunted lines for the time being. He was torn between hugging the cat and firmly pinning her to the ground for all the headache she had caused him in Dorobo. He settled with reaching his muzzle out to firmly nip her on her spotted, well-padded haunches.
Dark blue eyes, which had alway been some degree of shadowed, were now lined and haunted— so much darker than they ever had been before. They didn’t see where he walked, he didn’t know where he walked. It was just away— away from the healers, away from the Edge, away from Mauja. Away from judging or prying eyes, away from apologies or scarred reminders.
So it was a great surprise to the Elephant that he had to abruptly halt his ceaseless walking to avoid running smack into a large, spotted, hindend that suddenly appeared between the trunks.
This was something familiar about the substantial expanse of black-spotted, golden buttocks that loomed before his broad muzzle.
“Ada?” The low rumble was incredulous. No. How was his cat here? How did the cheetah find Helovia? Aji had not revealed where he had led her to sanctuary, but he had not been gone long enough for them to have reached Helovia. “How, in all of Dorobo’s plains, did you end up here?” The low rumble of his voice had lost the sadness for a moment, and shock lightened his eyes, erasing the haunted lines for the time being. He was torn between hugging the cat and firmly pinning her to the ground for all the headache she had caused him in Dorobo. He settled with reaching his muzzle out to firmly nip her on her spotted, well-padded haunches.
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