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Tembovu
The Elephant could feel Rexanna’s cerulean gaze probing for his—he could always feel her gaze. Usually it was soft, a gentle caress on a hide toughened by scars and loss. But now…now he avoided her gaze, his own resolutely anchored on the twilight’s darkening horizon; because now, her gaze wasn’t soft or gentle. No, it was narrowed, sharp, hard—all things the King left in his daily life to come home to her.
His ears tipped further back as Rexanna’s reasoning for remaining at their cave fell flatly into them. “You didn’t think Moon Doctors would attend?” Was his quick, sharp, careless question—his mind too grieved and tired to temper his tongue, “Not all mothers in the Edge remain forever in their caves.” His eyes closed as soon as this left his mouth—he knew he didn’t mean that before it left his thick, black lips. So they pressed together tightly, an apologetic frown already creasing his brow as he finally turned his heavy head towards Rexanna—
“She was my friend too, you know. You don’t have to act like you’re the only one that cared about her.”
But before any words of apology could leave his lips, Rexanna’s anger that had been carefully and passively coiled beneath the flatness of her words struck out at him. A single tongue of heat licked behind his anguished navy blues, brows raising as he looked at her, “Where were you to pay her respects?” His deep voice held a new edge, ”You used me as a victory against her.” His eyes began to burn, remembering the very clear wedge and line driven at the shore between himself and Nyx by their battle of conquests.
His ears tipped further back as Rexanna’s reasoning for remaining at their cave fell flatly into them. “You didn’t think Moon Doctors would attend?” Was his quick, sharp, careless question—his mind too grieved and tired to temper his tongue, “Not all mothers in the Edge remain forever in their caves.” His eyes closed as soon as this left his mouth—he knew he didn’t mean that before it left his thick, black lips. So they pressed together tightly, an apologetic frown already creasing his brow as he finally turned his heavy head towards Rexanna—
“She was my friend too, you know. You don’t have to act like you’re the only one that cared about her.”
But before any words of apology could leave his lips, Rexanna’s anger that had been carefully and passively coiled beneath the flatness of her words struck out at him. A single tongue of heat licked behind his anguished navy blues, brows raising as he looked at her, “Where were you to pay her respects?” His deep voice held a new edge, ”You used me as a victory against her.” His eyes began to burn, remembering the very clear wedge and line driven at the shore between himself and Nyx by their battle of conquests.
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