[PRP] Stories on the Road [All at Once & Tangled Web]

[Araucana]

All at Once had been walking deeper into the Swamp. It had been little over two days since he’d left the Plains and bumped into the red buck and his rox. The incessant buzz inside him had ebbed by it still drove him ever forward, as always.

He spent hours weaving around clusters of thick mangrove trees, through shallow waters and over soft marsh until he happened upon a well beaten path. After a brief analysis of his surrounds grinned. If he was right, he knew where this led! Trotting onwards he thought to himself: Where better to visit first than the Ghost Thistle's mound?

He wasn’t entirely sure how far off he was, despite having visited before, but it was surely a fair travel yet.

Not that that ever bothered him.

Lural

Ha! I was about to post this up right as I got your PM! Hope this works? cx

 

[Lural]

Tangled Web was wandering aimlessly. He tended to do that more often then not, and lately, he had been even more restless. He needed something. Adventure, stories, companions. He'd been quite restless the last several days and while he had a suspicion as to why, he couldn't quite form it into words yet.

So he wandered.

He wasn't sure where he was going. It wasn't "out" and it wasn't really "in" either. Maybe he was going in circles? Maybe not. He knew this part of the swamp. His tribe held camp not far off, because it was close to the center, the source of stories, the crossroads of fables.

Yeah. He was going towards Ghost Thistle's mound. He let his mind wander as he did. Many kin came this way. Where did they come from? Where did they go? What sort of lives did they live? And most of all, what tales could they tell? The natural story teller needed new stories. He wondered what sort of kin would be at the mound right now? Would anyone be there?

Araucana

I'm sorry sweatdrop

 

[Araucana]

All at Once’s pace was brisk, as it always was. The marsh was softer under his feet than the dry plains he knew best, and so he’d usually be forced to pace himself just a bit slower than he liked in the Swamp. But the path before him was a relief, it had been trampled so long that the ground had compacted and at last he could keep a lively pace.

Noon had just risen over head when he spied a figure in the distance, along the same path as himself. Squinting he determined it to be another bright kin, probably kimeti like his last encounter, but of yellow and… perhaps green? It was difficult to tell from so far back.

Instant grinned. Well now, he thought to himself, lets find out! He felt the energy inside him spike and he was off. Stretching his legs out in long bounds, it was the best feeling, and all too soon he had reached the side of the kimeti buck.

“Hello there,” He greeted, slowing to match the yellow buck's pace. “Might you be headed to the Ghost’s Thistle?”

Lural

 

[Lural]

Araucana

I'm the worst! crying

There were the sounds of hoofbeats behind him. Hard and spaced. Someone was running... towards him? Web had just barely started to turn when he was faced with a dark kin's face practically beside his own. Web then did the most graceful and eloquent thing any rational storyteller would do.

He shrieked like a little filly.

"What... What in the name of the Motherfather are you trying to do? Scare me?" But he didn't really sound mad. In fact, he had started to laugh a little, even though his heart was racing. "Hm... It would seem I'm going there, wouldn't it? If that's where you're headed, fancy some company?" Ah, a Kiokote! He wondered what sort of stories this fancy looking buck might know.  

[Araucana]

The buck was indeed yellow and green. Instant did too let out a hearty laugh. “I am sorry friend, I didn’t expect to spook you, though in hindsight I can see why my approach might have.” He grinned warmly at the other buck.

“I am indeed headed there myself and I would adore some company, it has been far too long since I have traveled into the swamp.” He trotted along now beside the other, still a spring in his step, energy bubbling about him in it’s familiar rhythm.

“I am All at Once, but please, Instant is fine. What may a call you fellow traveller?”

Lural

Pfft, and then I reply several months later haha, I think I win at being the worst! OTL