Baab the elephant glanced at the disappeared door and laughed at the two puny quirlicorns who thought that they even stood a chance against the mighty elephants! He tossed his head, trumpheting his trunk in a loud manner. Too bad that there wasn’t any water around… Baab’s stomach growled. He was rather hungry.
Well, at least that gave him incentive to fight, Baab supposed. “Let’s knock ‘em out and then look for food!” he ordered in elephant knowledge, much to the delight of his partners. “We’re way larger and probably heavier- don’t worry, we aren’t fat- so we can win!! We never lose!” Baab stomped the ground. “They will shake under our mighty power!” A smile curved up his lips. “Stampede!!”
Whym yelped at the floor shook under her. “Wait what?” She dodged a trunk, and threw a quick look at the door that indeed disappeared. Not that she thought that Antares was making it up, but after the previous invisible staircases and walls, she didn’t know what to believe anymore. “It disappeared?! How did it- Keir!!” She glared at the ceiling. “Why are you doing this?” Keir had just been demoted to last place in her list of deities.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t glare at the ceiling for that long, as she was nearly knocked by a huge pink leg. “Hey! I was glaring at the ceiling!” she scolded the elephant that nearly hurt her. “Don’t distract me! This is an important task! Worthy of treasure. Like gold, and jewels, and- and all of the shiny stuff!” Whym mentally noted that perhaps she should try for an acting class, since she was obviously very realistic in her words. ...She had a feeling that Antares might disagree with her words.
“Hey Antares!” she yelled over the elephants, straining her vocal cords. “How fast do you think it would take to turn into professional elephant fighters? Under ten minutes, preferably?” Whym felt her legs start to feel sore, despite the running adrenaline that continued to seep into her veins. “And also, how does one turn into a professional pink elephant fighter?” She winced as the elephants decided to roar together. Her ears were probably going to be dead after this, if they survived.
Using this opportunity, Whym ran over to Antares and poked her with a hoof. “Antares? Oh, yeah. And…” She grinned. “A few pieces of your mane fell onto the ground. I really want to make a pillow with it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a nap? Wait, no. Not a good idea. We’d be sleeping targets, and then we’ll have to go with double. Where is Keir getting all of these radioactive elephants from, by the way? Are they native to the Swamp Region?” The elephants unfortunately recovered. “Errr… A plan would be nice. You’re logical, right?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Okay, great! Try to come up with a plan, then! Got to split up now! Don’t get stamped by the elephants!”
Whym gathered strength into her hooves and darted to the other side. She certainly wouldn’t give the elephants the advantage of having only one target. Even if the elephants managed to knock her unconscious… Well, that would still be bad. But the elephants might not know that part.
“Oh, and do you think that Keir dipped them in a hot tub full of pink paint?”
Total word count (for this post): 561
Whym: 8749 // 34 chimes [total]
Antares: 8468 // 33 chimes [total]
Well, at least that gave him incentive to fight, Baab supposed. “Let’s knock ‘em out and then look for food!” he ordered in elephant knowledge, much to the delight of his partners. “We’re way larger and probably heavier- don’t worry, we aren’t fat- so we can win!! We never lose!” Baab stomped the ground. “They will shake under our mighty power!” A smile curved up his lips. “Stampede!!”
Whym yelped at the floor shook under her. “Wait what?” She dodged a trunk, and threw a quick look at the door that indeed disappeared. Not that she thought that Antares was making it up, but after the previous invisible staircases and walls, she didn’t know what to believe anymore. “It disappeared?! How did it- Keir!!” She glared at the ceiling. “Why are you doing this?” Keir had just been demoted to last place in her list of deities.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t glare at the ceiling for that long, as she was nearly knocked by a huge pink leg. “Hey! I was glaring at the ceiling!” she scolded the elephant that nearly hurt her. “Don’t distract me! This is an important task! Worthy of treasure. Like gold, and jewels, and- and all of the shiny stuff!” Whym mentally noted that perhaps she should try for an acting class, since she was obviously very realistic in her words. ...She had a feeling that Antares might disagree with her words.
“Hey Antares!” she yelled over the elephants, straining her vocal cords. “How fast do you think it would take to turn into professional elephant fighters? Under ten minutes, preferably?” Whym felt her legs start to feel sore, despite the running adrenaline that continued to seep into her veins. “And also, how does one turn into a professional pink elephant fighter?” She winced as the elephants decided to roar together. Her ears were probably going to be dead after this, if they survived.
Using this opportunity, Whym ran over to Antares and poked her with a hoof. “Antares? Oh, yeah. And…” She grinned. “A few pieces of your mane fell onto the ground. I really want to make a pillow with it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a nap? Wait, no. Not a good idea. We’d be sleeping targets, and then we’ll have to go with double. Where is Keir getting all of these radioactive elephants from, by the way? Are they native to the Swamp Region?” The elephants unfortunately recovered. “Errr… A plan would be nice. You’re logical, right?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Okay, great! Try to come up with a plan, then! Got to split up now! Don’t get stamped by the elephants!”
Whym gathered strength into her hooves and darted to the other side. She certainly wouldn’t give the elephants the advantage of having only one target. Even if the elephants managed to knock her unconscious… Well, that would still be bad. But the elephants might not know that part.
“Oh, and do you think that Keir dipped them in a hot tub full of pink paint?”
Total word count (for this post): 561
Whym: 8749 // 34 chimes [total]
Antares: 8468 // 33 chimes [total]
shall we dance?
