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09-01-2016, 06:02 PM
His ears perk, then splay in thought as Rexanna describes a woman with Dorobian markings that had given the twins their names. “Dorobian markings?” Tsavo and Adaeze were the only two Dorobian females that had passed through the Threshold—that he knew of. It seemed that many had sought to flee the Great Plains and come to Helovia. Perhaps there were more he had missed? He needed to find who it was and thank her for sharing such strong, splendid names for his children.
But he was not left long to dwell on such thoughts, for his lover then confirmed his irate suspicion: Orithia had shunned her from the Edge. Splayed ears pinned back—he would have words with his dove. She may be close to his heart, but she had no right to keep his children from him. Was this some ploy at jealousy? He could not imagine the strong woman to be so petty.
But, again, he was not left long in his anger, for Rexanna’s velveteen lips were reciprocating against his muzzle. Ears unpinned, eyes close gently, relaxing in the soft sweetness that was his lover— ”So you’re the Elephant King.” The proudly ringing, colt voice shattered through the warmth of his lovers touch. Navy eyes open fully, swinging to look at his now-standing son, expecting to be joyous and proud and relieved at finally meeting his flesh and blood.
Instead, the Elephant found bright blue eyes glaring daggers and dares at his father. Black brows raise at such a gaze, his thick neck arching and jaw tightening slightly even as Rexanna’s melodic voice and silken warmth lean into and wrap around him. There was a pride in his son; it gleamed from his glare and dripped from his daring words. For all the grass in the Plains, it reminded him of Hasovir…
“I am,” his deep voice rumbled, firm and unyielding in answer to his son’s challenge, “But, far more importantly, I am your father.” And his head dropped from his proud height, to the level of his now-standing children. Navy eyes, shifted to Kiada, his dark-faced daughter, melting from his son’s chill as she gave him a dazzling smile and attempt at mimicking the Dorobian language. “’Jambo’ means ‘hello’ in my language. It will soon be your language,” his low voice rumbled warmly— though suddenly pain pierced his eyes. Would he be able to teach his children Dorobian? Would Rexanna allow it? An ear flicked towards the Thief, though his eyes stayed on Kiada and her small companion clattering its beak on its back. His eyes could not leave her face for a moment, caught by the smile of his daughter—his first daughter. Living and breath and—
—and scampering quickly away towards the front of the cave. A low, deep, resounding chuckle echoed off the cave’s walls. “And I wish to see you and your companions better, mauangu,” his great skull reached out as she passed him, muzzle reaching out to touch his daughter once again. It was a loving gesture, but it also proved to the Elephant that she was real and alive.
His head swiveled on his dropped neck, to watch his son, who was carefully and proudly following his sister out of the cave as well. The two seemed connected moving to some harmony that only they could hear. But his son moved outside of the reach, his hyena pup’s teeth bared slightly as she passed the twin’s entwined parents; a warning and a display of the true distrust in Kianzo’s chest.
The Elephant’s eyes followed his son closely, watchfully. A mix of delight, sadness, and longing adding sharp lines to his masked face. HIs head rose slowly, muzzle turning to press lightly into Rexanna’s neck, lipping the silk strands of mane and giving a gentle tug, before following their children outside the cave.
He blinked once in the fading twilight of Tallsun, before speaking again, “What are your companion’s names?” And he did not let a distance last long between himself and his children, thick legs bringing him close to them as the left the cave’s coziness.
Immediately, in the open, a crippling wave crashing over the stallion: the need to protect his family. His ears swiveled uneasily, nostrils flaring to take in the lively scent of his foals, sharp gaze probing the shadows around them. And then his head rose slightly, seeking Rexanna, “Will you come with me, now? No one in the Edge will cause trouble, I promise you this.” His voice was fervent, as hushed deep whisper, eyes burning into Rexanna’s.
mauangu = my flower
But he was not left long to dwell on such thoughts, for his lover then confirmed his irate suspicion: Orithia had shunned her from the Edge. Splayed ears pinned back—he would have words with his dove. She may be close to his heart, but she had no right to keep his children from him. Was this some ploy at jealousy? He could not imagine the strong woman to be so petty.
But, again, he was not left long in his anger, for Rexanna’s velveteen lips were reciprocating against his muzzle. Ears unpinned, eyes close gently, relaxing in the soft sweetness that was his lover— ”So you’re the Elephant King.” The proudly ringing, colt voice shattered through the warmth of his lovers touch. Navy eyes open fully, swinging to look at his now-standing son, expecting to be joyous and proud and relieved at finally meeting his flesh and blood.
Instead, the Elephant found bright blue eyes glaring daggers and dares at his father. Black brows raise at such a gaze, his thick neck arching and jaw tightening slightly even as Rexanna’s melodic voice and silken warmth lean into and wrap around him. There was a pride in his son; it gleamed from his glare and dripped from his daring words. For all the grass in the Plains, it reminded him of Hasovir…
“I am,” his deep voice rumbled, firm and unyielding in answer to his son’s challenge, “But, far more importantly, I am your father.” And his head dropped from his proud height, to the level of his now-standing children. Navy eyes, shifted to Kiada, his dark-faced daughter, melting from his son’s chill as she gave him a dazzling smile and attempt at mimicking the Dorobian language. “’Jambo’ means ‘hello’ in my language. It will soon be your language,” his low voice rumbled warmly— though suddenly pain pierced his eyes. Would he be able to teach his children Dorobian? Would Rexanna allow it? An ear flicked towards the Thief, though his eyes stayed on Kiada and her small companion clattering its beak on its back. His eyes could not leave her face for a moment, caught by the smile of his daughter—his first daughter. Living and breath and—
—and scampering quickly away towards the front of the cave. A low, deep, resounding chuckle echoed off the cave’s walls. “And I wish to see you and your companions better, mauangu,” his great skull reached out as she passed him, muzzle reaching out to touch his daughter once again. It was a loving gesture, but it also proved to the Elephant that she was real and alive.
His head swiveled on his dropped neck, to watch his son, who was carefully and proudly following his sister out of the cave as well. The two seemed connected moving to some harmony that only they could hear. But his son moved outside of the reach, his hyena pup’s teeth bared slightly as she passed the twin’s entwined parents; a warning and a display of the true distrust in Kianzo’s chest.
The Elephant’s eyes followed his son closely, watchfully. A mix of delight, sadness, and longing adding sharp lines to his masked face. HIs head rose slowly, muzzle turning to press lightly into Rexanna’s neck, lipping the silk strands of mane and giving a gentle tug, before following their children outside the cave.
He blinked once in the fading twilight of Tallsun, before speaking again, “What are your companion’s names?” And he did not let a distance last long between himself and his children, thick legs bringing him close to them as the left the cave’s coziness.
Immediately, in the open, a crippling wave crashing over the stallion: the need to protect his family. His ears swiveled uneasily, nostrils flaring to take in the lively scent of his foals, sharp gaze probing the shadows around them. And then his head rose slightly, seeking Rexanna, “Will you come with me, now? No one in the Edge will cause trouble, I promise you this.” His voice was fervent, as hushed deep whisper, eyes burning into Rexanna’s.
mauangu = my flower
When the heart is on fire,
stop chasing the rain.
image |Tablestop chasing the rain.
@Rexanna Holy smokes here's a novel and there's so much more Tembo wanted to say. But there's enough to respond to here.
Also, lemme get Zo's snooty butt up in here
Please tag Tembovu.
