the Rift


Fangs and Tusks [Tembovu v Kiuaji]

Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen smitty
#1
kiss this
The cold was a presence in the Edge. This Frostfall it had entered slowly, gradually building its habitation thorough the trees and along the cliffs. It clung beneath the mists, kindred spirits in their cold dampness. They both were white, both muted the world in color and sound.

The Elephant detested it.

It was already well established that he was no fan of the cold. But he was adjusting; his coat had grown in coarser, thicker, than the previous Frostfall. Despite his body’s acquiesce to the chill, he still did not care for the snow. There may be some trappings of beauty about it, most assuredly with the fresh powder; but it leached the warm colors from the earth, leaving only cool tones. He had grown and lived among heat; among hot days and dry grasses. There were a thousand shades of gold that spread before you on the plains, hundreds of reds, and tens of oranges. All spread across the land, waiting for the rain to burst the warm greens from the dormant flora and soil. But here, cool blues and soft violets peppered the sea of white. Even the rise and fall of the sun were softer, less fiery, with the shortening of days.

So, with a ground sweeping jog, the Elephant King sought respite from the all-encompassing cold. Steam trailed his hide in wisps, deep breaths a dull roar against the dry, cool air. His mind was agitated; unsettled. There was much to think about: his Queen (their passion), Mauja (his isolated man), Alysanne (fear grows to hatred when left to fester), Tsavo (uncontrolled, overwhelming guilt), Adaeze (the tempting, teasing cat), Orithia (a strong and savage soul, broken), Rexana (…), Nyx (abandoning the Edge or finding her sire), Kateri—

He was tired of thinking.

There is much to be said for exhausting the mind by exercising the body. It calms the wayward thoughts; brings to heel the haywire synapses. Especially for the Elephant, a man of action, of battle— his head needed a physical release. And, it seemed, his coital-approach only left it more snarled. So he resorted (as he should have) to training spars.

So that is what his incessant strides were searching for; what his sweeping navy eyes sought. And he found it, in the form of the poisonous serpent. Gaze arrested on the tall, slender man, wondering… Wondering how his body had changed in his role of poisoner. Had he gone soft beneath the Makutano council?

With a deep bellow and a pound of the earth with his hooves, shaking it with the magic that flowed through a King’s veins, he charged. A gleam hardened his eyes, a grin turned up the cornered of his muzzle as he tucked his chin and lowered his horn. This reminded him of their younger years, when he had often pounced on Aji (much to the serpent’s distaste) for surprise spars.

The earth thundered beneath his ivory hooves; the Elephant’s onslaught was a massive force.

WC: 498
A: 1/3
D: 0/1
Damage Tracker: --
Setting: Late frostfall, medium layer of snow on ground. Set somewhere in the center of World's Edge with minimal trees.
Summary: Tembovu uses War Stomp & then charges @Kiuaji .

¤ War Stomp: A single stomp of the hoof can lightly rattle the ground and throw an opponent off balance.
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Kiuaji Posts: 40
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 9 HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Matanye :: African Crowned Eagle :: None Nova
#2



Had Kiuaji known he'd be the prey of the day, or rather, the dancing partner of his most beloved Bov, he just might have come prepared with a fan of knives. Flutter those flawless amethyst jewels his way while the blades danced away.

Unfortunately, the Poisoner had dedicated his day to seeking out the numerous flora scattered around the Edge with Matanye in tow. Searching, cataloging the locations of specific plants and leaves that he could craft his infamous toxins from once more. The though delighted him, to have his precious tools back within his grasp, to add them to tea's and offer them as ambiguous elixirs to the unassuming. However, the cold made the whole ordeal miserable, and the snow made it wet and demoralizing. What fresh level of hell was this? Where was the golden sun and warmth echoed in the bones? The thoughts pulled an elegant, but disgruntled sigh from the effeminate creature as he nudged fresh snow clear of his path. Perhaps he should of been blessed with fire magic, at least he could incinerate this blasted cold and wetness away without so much as batting an eyelash. Eventually, he gave up and shifted his weight, what he wouldn't give for a distraction right about now.

Ironically, whatever humorous divine was peering down upon him, granted him his wish.

The bellow reached him before the magic did and his head snapped towards the source of the noise, Tembovu. His lips might've twisted into a smile if not for the rattling beneath his hooves, purple hues widening as the ground usurped his place upon it. Most of all, he might've smiled if Tembovu hadn't charged for him with that glinting horn of his poised to strike his hide.
What a nasty, naughty trick, he thought to himself. How embarrassing, it was like being caught with his silks strewn across some strangers floor, so undignified to be caught off guard and scrambling for purchase upon ground that did not want to work for him. the poisoner stumbled and bounced onto his hinds, momentarily striking the air with his distaste.

How undeniably a young Tembovu thing to do, to catch Kiuaji with his pants down in order to get him to fight.

Fortunately, Makutano had done little to diminish his years of fighting between dear Bov, and darling Hasovir. Slender frame still held lithe and toned muscles which tensed and prepared themselves, coiled and uncoiling in a sudden burst of speed as he narrowly missed the worse of the spiraled horn upon the King's head. His flank was caught, and he felt the wetness of beads forming over a minor cut. A minor cut, but it was a cut which stung and prickled deep, needling on the Poisoners mind.


It was a cut that Kiuaji was more then happy to return in kind.

"How very naughty." Came his exhaled words which rolled into a dangerous hiss, as he bounded away from the titanic stallion and banked to his left to canter in a wide circle around Tembovu. His footing is careful and precise, avoiding the debris and suspicious mounds upon the white earth. He watched, observed and taunted the bigger of the two as banners of gold and cream flowed behind him, like a knight's banners upon a battlefield they flew. Kiuaji had never had the sheer mass and strength his bigger counterparts had, but he had the speed and endurance to make a stallion sweat.

And oh, how he was going to make Tembovu sweat for this.

He continued to pace, head held high and nostrils flared. The council had not dulled this blade of his, they could never truly take that blood from him, and he would of chided Bov for ever thinking the council had robbed this serpent of that particular talent. Eyes slit when he feels he has found an opening, and he swings his body around to bring him towards the King's right side. Steady at first, maintaining the far reaching strides of his canter until, time seems to slow for the Poisoner. He can feel his breath vibrating through his nose, the impact which rippled through his legs each time his hooves dug into the ground. All too soon it speeds back up again, as his hindquarters engaged, like a coiled serpent striking forward, he accelerates as his head is brought down to present those spiraled swords towards a gold kissed shoulder. He reached his target, and he jerked his head up, hoping that the impact would penetrate the brute, rattle his bones and cut his shoulder into vertical ribbons.


WC: 767
A: 1/3
Damage Tracker: Small cut to his left flank.
Summary: Get's a small cut on his flank and bounds away from Tembovu, circles him for a little while before he charges him. Aiming his horns to butt against Tembovu's shoulder and jerks up to try puncture and cut into his shoulder with them.


"talk talk talk"



Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

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"let me shatter your frame of mind, my dear"

force & magic permitted on Kiuaji at all times
with the exception of maiming and death.

Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen smitty
#3
kiss this
The grin at the edges of his muzzle grew as he saw the the annoyance on his childhood’s friend’s face while he bounced atop the moving soil; the awkward gracelessness was so unbefitting the serpent that it inwardly amused the Elephant. The amusement spread to pleasure as his great, spiraled spear found the flesh of his friend— but not too much flesh. Indeed, it seemed that Aji retained his lithe, agile fighting prowess while being the poisoner of the Council. Relief flooded the King as his hooves bit into the snow and icy earth, halting his massive momentum while his head snapped up, eyes attempting to track the limber movements of the snake. How disappointing this would have been had Aji not retained his sparring abilities.

A black rimmed ear flicked towards the circling Dorobian, catching the exhaled words while his great shoulders tensed to absorb the slipping of his ivory hooves in the snow and final, hard jarring as they bit into the icy soil to halt his massive body. A low grunt left his nostrils as a slight twinge bit through his right knee— the one that had been so infected earlier in the season. But it was short-lived, a momentary reminder of his dark mistakes.

His gaze sharpened on the taunting, flowing silk that streams behind Aji— and too late does his mind and motionless body see the stabbing trajectory of those sharp, dual horns. He snorted one loud, short breath before tensing the bulky muscles of his right shoulder— hoping to give those spiraled horns some kind of resistance and slow their sinking into his flesh. His great ivory hooves tried to shift sideways, away from the blow, but in those nanoseconds before impact little distance could be gained (even by the massive strides of the Elephant).

Impact came, and with it a grunt from the giant’s barrel. Aji’s horns were still as sharp and painful as he remembered— perhaps it was he that had grown soft, as he had once been able to avoid those horn-tips with ease; but not now. The initial stab stung, to be certain, but it was the upward rake of those kudu horns through muscle and hide that brought a searing pain to film his eyes in red.

The King had grown to expect the elephantine trumpets and familiar heat in his chest whenever anger or pain surfaced in him. He expected it and caged it— he did not want to burn another one of his friends alive. But, as his hoarse roar and gaping mouth suddenly froze mid-bite towards the serpent, he did not know to expect the sudden explosion of strength and size that unfolded from his barrel. For frozen moments in time, he grew larger (larger?! He was already elephantine!).

With Alysanne, the change that had rippled through him came from frustrated pain in his knee (and towards the Doctor). Now, it came from the pain in his shoulder— but it was not uncontrollable, merely unexpected. Still, despite his surprise, the old general used this advantage that had sprung from his skin.

Great ears flapped once, adjusting to their sudden size. His long, curved tusks drug through the air threateningly, but was his whipping trunk that held the brunt of his attack. His tusks could gore and kill— that was not the point of this spar. But his great trunk— that pendulous appendage with all it’s dextrous muscle; that was a weapon that could knock an opponent off their feet.

A deafening, echoing trumpet ripped from the transformed Elephant King, shaking snow from tree limbs and rippling the water beneath the ice.

WC: 608
A: 2/3
D: 0/1
Damage Tracker: Moderate flesh wound on right shoulder
Summary: Kiuaji's horns slice through muscle of right shoulder. He morphs into elephant and RAGES, BRO (tries to hit Aji with trunk) @Kiuaji

:: [ Magic: Earth | Can transform into an African Elephant. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec, can only transform once during battle. ]

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Time the Dice Queen Posts: 144
OOC Account atk: 50 | def: 50 | dam: 50
Mare :: Other :: 5'7 :: 22 HP: 5050 | Buff: DROPKICK
Time
#4
Kiuaji defaults to Tembovu


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