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Mbwene & Chico
Bright blue eyes widen immensely as the owl zpsnk!ed® into a lion. And not just any lion. Her lion. Chico. She leapt to her rounded feet, ears splayed out in surprise as her shocked gaze followed his whining self lunging into the water. Owl? The word echoed incredulously through their bond—and the associated image let the Elephant King know just what was happening back where he had left his tired companion. So much for sleeping, his amused thoughts chuckled back to Mbwene.
But the small elephant had neither time nor patience for her bonded’s mirth. Instead, her attention was focused wholly on the winged, horned, stinger’ed lion in the water before her. And, as she shuffled towards the water’s edge, satisfaction pulsed through her, creasing her face in a grin. For the first time she had been the one to surprise Chico. That never happened. It was always him, with his zpsnk!ing® and flying and electricity that surprised her. So she chortled happily, swaying with accomplishment on her stout forelegs.
But when his golden gaze peered back at her from his soppy mess of mane, the self-satisfaction slowly melted away. Her ears, once out and flapping with pride, deflated backwards. Her lifted trunk drooped as his head lowered to his front paws, pinning her with a mournful look.
And the little elephant narrowed her bright eyes at him, because his countenance was over-the-top pathetic. But, because it was Chico, she still shuffled forward. Trunk outstretched, she carefully smoothed the wet tendrils of mane out of his eyes, trunk lingering on his cheek. And then she cleaned away some leftover ash that clung to his horns, her trunk’s sensitive tip moving delicately along the hard, white length. She fixed him with a serious, intensely blue and unblinking stare, then, faces close, her trunk slowly reaching just past him to dip back into the pond—
—and she sprayed his face full of water, chortling with amusement as she lunged backwards.
Her mirth rippled through their bond, bringing a grin to the Elephant’s face.
But the small elephant had neither time nor patience for her bonded’s mirth. Instead, her attention was focused wholly on the winged, horned, stinger’ed lion in the water before her. And, as she shuffled towards the water’s edge, satisfaction pulsed through her, creasing her face in a grin. For the first time she had been the one to surprise Chico. That never happened. It was always him, with his zpsnk!ing® and flying and electricity that surprised her. So she chortled happily, swaying with accomplishment on her stout forelegs.
But when his golden gaze peered back at her from his soppy mess of mane, the self-satisfaction slowly melted away. Her ears, once out and flapping with pride, deflated backwards. Her lifted trunk drooped as his head lowered to his front paws, pinning her with a mournful look.
And the little elephant narrowed her bright eyes at him, because his countenance was over-the-top pathetic. But, because it was Chico, she still shuffled forward. Trunk outstretched, she carefully smoothed the wet tendrils of mane out of his eyes, trunk lingering on his cheek. And then she cleaned away some leftover ash that clung to his horns, her trunk’s sensitive tip moving delicately along the hard, white length. She fixed him with a serious, intensely blue and unblinking stare, then, faces close, her trunk slowly reaching just past him to dip back into the pond—
—and she sprayed his face full of water, chortling with amusement as she lunged backwards.
Her mirth rippled through their bond, bringing a grin to the Elephant’s face.
@Roskuld hehehe this thread cracks me up <3
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