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03-01-2016, 11:57 PM
Tembovu & Mbwene
His slight, lopsided smile grew to a grin and then an outright laugh as the peppermint man came to the realizations of bonding aloud. Navy eyes fell downward, watching the small bird-puppy totter towards her new bonded, drawn by both sound and the connection of souls. His deep laugh rolls again as Johnny prances in place while the little griffin wiggles its puppy-dog tail. “Indeed, it is,” his bass tone is shaken by his laughter.
Mbwene, still sucking the sweet sugar off of her trunk, watches the infant with interest. Large ears flap hello, but before she can go investigate the wiggling creature further, the delectable-smelling man is placing red strands of deliciousness in her face. Gleefully, she whips her trunk out to deftly grasp the peppermint strands, wasting no time in shoving them into her mouth. Bright blue eyes sweep up to the dancing man, a soft trumpet of thanks leaves her tiny body and her trunk reaches to brush Johnny’s knee. But then, gratitude shown, she turns her curious attentions on the fluffy and naked puppy-chick; her investigative advances are halted only when Tembovu calls, “Mbwene, let them have a moment, first.” She huffs a brassy sigh, but (suprisingly) acquiesces to the King.
“‘Jellybean and Johnny’— it rolls off the tongue,” his low rumble both agreed and complimented his naming choice of the new companion. “Though Jellybean is unlike any Griffen I’ve yet seen. But, you are also unlike any unicorn I’ve yet met. Are you— are you all peppermint? …and is she?” he cannot help the slight lean towards his red and white form as he can feel the delicious satisfaction from Mbwene as she munched on his hair. And his peppermint scent wafted towards him in such close quarters— just a reach of his corded neck and he could easily taste the tempting smell.
Mbwene, still sucking the sweet sugar off of her trunk, watches the infant with interest. Large ears flap hello, but before she can go investigate the wiggling creature further, the delectable-smelling man is placing red strands of deliciousness in her face. Gleefully, she whips her trunk out to deftly grasp the peppermint strands, wasting no time in shoving them into her mouth. Bright blue eyes sweep up to the dancing man, a soft trumpet of thanks leaves her tiny body and her trunk reaches to brush Johnny’s knee. But then, gratitude shown, she turns her curious attentions on the fluffy and naked puppy-chick; her investigative advances are halted only when Tembovu calls, “Mbwene, let them have a moment, first.” She huffs a brassy sigh, but (suprisingly) acquiesces to the King.
“‘Jellybean and Johnny’— it rolls off the tongue,” his low rumble both agreed and complimented his naming choice of the new companion. “Though Jellybean is unlike any Griffen I’ve yet seen. But, you are also unlike any unicorn I’ve yet met. Are you— are you all peppermint? …and is she?” he cannot help the slight lean towards his red and white form as he can feel the delicious satisfaction from Mbwene as she munched on his hair. And his peppermint scent wafted towards him in such close quarters— just a reach of his corded neck and he could easily taste the tempting smell.
@Johnny 100th?! I'm honored :D
Please tag Tembovu.
