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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:33 pm
 Movement-in-the-Grass had been enjoying the sunshine all morning. It was noon now, with the sun at it's highest. It was hot out, and as he looked down at his feet, he saw that his shadow looked like it was hiding beneath him, not straying far at all. Looking back up to the sky, an idea struck him. He said to himself, "This would be a lovely time for a swim," And so he set off. He liked swimming, it was another thing he was rather graceful at. And he knew, that anything that he could do gracefully, only made him look better to the ladies.
Upon making it to his most regular swim-spot, he stopped to look around. He couldn't see anyone, and so he strode into the water until he was chest-deep and then ducked under, soaking the rest of his body with one quick dive. Still underwater, he kicked strongly, propelling himself forward, toward the other end of this clear pond.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 5:07 pm
 Slowly, Jumping Frog is pulled from sleep, her nap being interrupted by warm air grating against a dry throat. Opening her eyes, and blinking a bit, she looks around, noting the noon sun. After rubbing her face against her knees to rid her eyes of sleep, Jumping Frog stumbles to her feet. She spends the next few minutes turning in circles, trying to recall what direction the pond was she'd passed before her nap. Finally, going on a vague memory, she sets off.
Coming to the pond, Jumping Frog gives it little more then a glance before bending her head to drink. Her first mouthful is small, only being enough to wet her tongue and throat. Feeling more comfortable, she starts to drink in earnest, swallowing mouthfuls in great gulps.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 5:42 pm
Movement had caught sight of a fish and decided to go after it with the last moments of his breath. It darted towards the lily pads at the edge of the pond, and so Movement after it. A few more kicks and he managed to snatch up the fish. He comes up amid the reeds, taking in a gulp of air, while still grasping the flailing fish in his mouth. He hears water lapping, and turns to face it, catching sight of a doe.
Coming up short of any sort of response or even reaction, he tilts his head looking at her, fish still flailing furiously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:32 pm
Jumping Frog glances over, hearing movement in the water and reeds nearby. Seeing what she thinks is a buck, she smiles, but takes a few steps back just in case. Between her lonely mind turning half hidden predators into Kimeti, and her knack for finding the more unfriendly of her kind, Jumping Frog wants to take no chances. "Hello?" She calls somewhat uncertainly, hoping it is in fact a buck, and not her mind playing tricks on her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:45 pm
The doe calls out, and his expression softens, releasing the fish in the process. It falls back into the water with a big splash and swims away as fast as possible. He rights himself and strokes his feet a few times, as he called out, "Hello, miss." Figuring better introductions could wait until he was in plain view of the doe, he makes his way towards the point in the water directly in front of her. Leaving a good space between them so as not to startle or intimidate her any, he stops and says, "My name is Movement-in-the-Grass. What may I call you, miss?" He tilted his head once more and adopted a warm smile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:27 pm
As she watches the dark green buck emerge, Jumping Frog's eyes widen a bit. Giving him a thorough overlook, she takes in his long ears and apparent lack of tail. No.. He's not missing his tail, he has a rabbit tail. Drawing her eyes back to his ears, she notes those too look rabbitish. He does make for an odd sight. She bites her tongue, afraid to say that last thought out loud. While normally blunt, Jumping Frog does try to be tactful when one's appearance is involved. Clearing her throat, and bringing her eyes to meet his, Jumping Frog smiles. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jumping Frog." Wanting a better look at the long eared buck, she walks closer to the bank. She takes a tumble, though, when her hoof hits a patch of moss slicked mud, and slides into the shallows. Sitting up, she gives weak chuckle, trying to find the humor in it more then the embarrassment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:01 pm
When the doe's foot begins to slide forwards, Movement also moves toward the shore, until his feet can comfortably touch the bottom. She continues to slide until she tumbles into the water, and when she does, he takes a few steps upto her. He nudges her muzzle with his own, bringing hers up so he can catch her eye as he asks, "Are you alright, milady?" He offers up a softer smile, more worried of the state of her limbs, than the fact that the tumble may have been embarrassing. His own long ears used to cause him trouble when he was younger, and so clumsiness only added endearment in his eyes.
Now standing in the shallows, eyes locked on hers, Movement's oddities could be clearly seen. His ears, soaking wet and dripping water like the rest of his bright green body, were drooping and easily made their way all the way down to his shoulders. His beard and fluffy tail were also drenched and a little on the sopping side, but his red eyes glowed in a different sort of way. They were caring and, he liked to think, charming. Altogether, he looked like a bunny rabbit had rolled in green dye and couldn't wash it out. He liked to think it was all part of his charm.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:11 pm
With a blush, due more to the buck's closeness the the tumble, Jumping Frog nods slightly. "I'm fine, thank you." His eyes have her pinned, at the moment only able to return his gaze, the back of her mind buzzing at her to get up. However, as Movement-in-the-Grass is the first buck Jumping Frog has come across since 'boys' were nothing more then playmates and fellow adventurers, she finds herself nearly unable to move. Finally, her brain makes a connection to her body, prompting Jumping Frog to pull back and stand up.
Making it to her feet, with not so much as a stumble, she glances quickly at her self. Her legs, and the rest of her she supposes, are covered in muddy streaks. "Well, I wasn't planning on swimming today, but I wasn't planning on being covered in muck either. Anyway, mind if I join in your swim?" Her voice carries a hint of laughter in it's tone. Being able to laugh at herself is something she's learned well to do, but then, when you stumble and fall as much as Jumping Frog it's hard not to learn to laugh.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 10:39 pm
He waits for her reactions to his words before moving even an inch. He looks down at the rest of this pretty doe, and sees that she is indeed covered in mud. He smiles and chuckles along with her. "Of course. It would be a pleasure," he says, as he does a little bow.
He drops his gaze a little so as not to continue to look into her eyes. He knew his red eyes could be intimidating, or even frightening to some, but he hoped he had not scared this female off. She did hesitate and stumble over her words, some, but he hoped it was still from embarrassment and not intimidation. He strides backwards until his feet cannot reach the ground comfortably. He waits for the doe to swim up beside him before he takes off further around the pond.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 10:37 pm
No longer caught in his gaze, Jumping Frog finds herself relaxing a bit. As she wades farther into the pond, she keeps stealing glances at him, his oddities and coloration appealing to her as much as a 'perfect' buck would appeal to a more vain doe. Normally, she tries not to judge by appearance, but lately she's been wondering if physical attraction is nature's way of bringing social creatures together. After all, before we get to speak to one another, all we have to go on is appearance to attract or repel each other. Uneasy with that though, though it may be true, because it makes her feel more shallow then she believes she is, Jumping Frog swims over to Movement-in-the-Grass.
Still wrestling with the new facet of herself, she tries to think of something to say. Something to bridge the gap between just thinking him good looking, to getting to know him better. A glitter of scales catches her eye, and an idea comes to her. "You can fish, right?" As soon as the words leave her mouth, Jumping Frog feels rather stupid. Of course he can fish! You saw yourself he had a fish in his mouth." With a small sigh, she backtracks. "That was a silly question.. could you teach me?" She looks at him, her cheeks turning a faint pink under her fur.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 3:58 pm
He watches the doe out of the corner of his eye as he easily swims along beside her. Her expressions told him that there was something troubling her, but he was sure if she wanted to talk about it, she would say something. Instead, he waits for her to speak first.
"Fish? Why... yes... yes, of course!" He was caught off guard by her question, and he stumbled for words, but attempted to recover quickly. "Well... I think it's easiest to catch them when I'm underwater with them. So let's start there. Have you ever swam underwater? Held your breath under the water?" He figured this would be a good place to start, first to see if she were comfortable staying under the water for a minute or two at a time. Otherwise things could prove to become a little more difficult, but he could still try, right? He was sure he'd think of something to impress this young doe.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:46 pm
Jumping Frog gives a small nod, her words giving voice to the answer simultaneously. "Yes." Her pace slows as she remembers her first full submergence. It was not pretty, she hadn't fully plugged her nose and came up spluttering when water invaded it. Since then she had more practice, though, and felt comfortable enough to spend a minute or so watching the swamp's underwater denizens. "Frog hunting sometimes requires it." She frowns a bit, 'hunting' not feeling like the proper word. "I suppose gathering is a better term, I don't eat them, just follow them."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:46 pm
He nodded at her words, "You've caught frogs? Ah, that can be so much fun. I don't eat those, no. They're not quite to my liking. Well then... if you can hold your breath underwater, then the next step is really more luck and patience than anything." He strode a few more times, keeping pace with her in the water. He felt at ease with this pretty young thing. He was glad he had not scared her off, this could still turn out to be a rather eventful day! "First, you take a deep breath and sink under the water. Once there, you sit and wait, watching the fish pass you by, and you don't lunge for them. At least not until the perfect opportunity comes by. Only lunge when there is a fish that passes by close enough for you to catch. Close enough so that should you flail your maw to the side, you would snare that fish, quickly and securely." Satisfied with his explanation of fishing, he smiled, more to himself than anything, and asked, "Any questions, before we begin?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:11 pm
She grins at him, nodding. "Yes, I try not to catch them in my mouth though. I much prefer to herd them to where I want them. Or just follow where ever they take me." Absorbing everything he has to say, she shakes her head at his last statement. "No, no questions." Taking a few deep breaths, she submerges herself. She slows her legs, kicking them just enough to keep her in place, and opens her eyes. Seeing the world like this, with sunlight filtered through water, always fills her with a sense of awe. That creatures could develop not needing air to breath, that they can take it in from water, is amazing. As she watches, a few fish swim past, not nearly close enough to catch though. Patiently, she watches, waiting for one to make a mistake.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:28 am
She's a gentle one, then. Not catching frogs, mostly just watching them... He could respect that. He wasn't much of a meat-eater himself. Of course, fish was the exception... and bugs if those could really count as meat. But they other small animals that darted about the marsh, he generally liked to run with rather than eat.
The doe submerged into the water, and it took a few moments for him to follow suit. He was caught up in his thoughts, making sure he hadn't missed anything important. When he was pretty confident he had covered everything, he too pushed himself underwater. Keeping himself level with her, he also watched the fish go by, but he kept glancing over at Jumping Frog, and so, missed an opportunity or two. The latter of which actually managed to swim so close it's tail smacked straight across his cheek. He blinked, hard, and looked over to see whether the doe had seen this happen. A dark blush took over his cheeks and he allowed himself to come up for air.
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