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05-14-2016, 11:38 PM
Tembovu the Elephant King
After all that had transpired since leaving his cat— he was a father of a child with a woman he deeply cared for, and he had promised his lover a chance at happiness together— it was too much to mull over, too much to feel, to much to think. The Elephant King found himself more engrossed in personal issues than those of the herd… is that how corruption started? Is that how greed started? Were these the sour seeds that soiled the Makutano?His head jerked up, ears perked and navy eyes immediately sweeping (admiring) the curves of her body. There was a new kind of emotion that leapt in him; it was equal parts tilting arousal and impulsive guilt— it gripped and wrenched out the bottom barrel so that he had no foundation for his emotions. He just felt then. Confused, affected gaze crinkled at the corners, however, in the easy amusement he found at the cheetah’s question.
“If you only knew how long it could be,” his low rumble is laced with hilarity, for Ada didn’t know that he could shift into an elephant. But that was a surprise for a different day, he mused. Instead, his thick neck stretched out in greeting (perhaps a more personal greeting than he afforded most others entering the Edge), great skull aiming to brush his pal muzzle against her dark one. It was not a lingering touch (at least he did not intend it to be), but it was still intimate. It was impulsive, instinctual, and he could not deny his body.
“Did you find what you were looking for, when you left me?” His question started honestly, but ended hurt and nearly accusing. He knew the cat couldn’t help herself… But he had never suffered from curiosity like Adaeze, and so he didn’t fully understand.
@Adaeze table switch cause I just made this one ;D
Please tag Tembovu.
