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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:48 pm
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BEETLESHELLAs close to truly nocturnal as a kimeti ever gets, Beetleshell sleeps in a large nest under a mangrove tree during the day. At night, she begins her nightly task of finding insects, which she transplants closer to her home. Around Beetleshell's nest is a haphazard garden of undergrowth, messily arranged to provide homes for the insects. Her knowledge of the bugs of the swamp is almost encyclopedic to the point of obsession or simple insanity, and it is easy to assume Beetleshell is insane, what with her actions and her odd, stilted method of speaking: however, she is possessed of a vast, clinical and quite sharp intelligence.
She is guarded by particularly large giant wasp named Bleeder, and was the very first kimeti to make any appreciable bond with such a strange creature.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:51 pm
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BITTER HARVESTHe dreamed of his own death before ever taking a breath and woke up only to be immediately swarmed by the beetles of his mother's garden. As a foal, he wandered for days blind, weak, and nearly dead from insect stings: as a result, he wasn't entirely sure whether he was alive or dead for a long time. Underneath his bright coat, his skin is riddled with thousands of scars from bug bites and stings. Bitter Harvest is rather insane, staggering around the swamp and constantly pondering his own mortality; as such, he has very few qualms about inflicting pain on others, or even eating carrion.
Bitter Harvest is not particularly good or bad in nature: just a fascinating, terrifying sort.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:01 pm
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WALKS WITHOUT RHYTHMpre-ascension form
Stern, authoritative and dour Walks Without Rhythm was always hard to find: since ascending to Legendary, he has become even more of a hermit. Despite that, he is an extremely capable hunter and survivalist, and if his ribs show and his coat is a little thin, and his hooves cracked ... it is made up for by the keen intelligence in his blue-on-blue eyes. He is a bit more cautious and decisive than swamp-born kimeti, more apt to strike first and ask questions later. Wanderers onto his territory are offered what meager hospitality he can offer, and then shown back out nearly as soon as they've caught their breath. He never explains why, and very few kin have ever managed to crack his outer shell.
Not that anyone has come to him for a blessing, but Slide will not bless mushroom-influenced clutches.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:07 pm
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CATCHING FIRECatching Fire prances about the swamp in something of a high gear: he is constantly moving, and something of a contact juggler, bouncing river-rocks or pebbles off of his nose to then kick it with his hind hooves, batting it off of his tail -- he is always in motion, and frenetic motion at that. An unkind word has never passed his lips -- with that being said, he is not known to have entirely sane notions, either. Catching Fire is sweet, friendly, and always willing to lend a hand, a story, or a song ... but he may be more than a little daft.
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