|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:51 pm
 The sun was shining and there weren't any clouds in the sky, but here among the trees, it was not as bright as it could have been. The sun's rays filtered down through the branches creating dancing little patterns all over everything beneath. Among all of this dancing, See-through could be found. He was turning this way and twirling that way, rearing up and kicking in some sort of a dance. The only problem was... that his eyes were shut. The inevitable happened.
The spotted colt fell over and crashed to the ground, a pile of limbs entangled in a ton of vines. "Awwww maaaaan!" A little squeaky voice said, "Now what am I going to do?" It continued. He struggled and flailed but to no avail, the colt was thoroughly tied up by the trailing green vines, and all because he had been dancing with his eyes closed. Again. He should have known this was going to happen! It had happened before, but he had gotten distracted by the pretty colors that appeared on his eyelids when he shut his eyes closed and looked up towards the sky. So there he was on the ground, fighting with the vines that had caught him and held him tight.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:10 am
 The crash startles him, nearly causing the buck to choke on a mouthful of leaves. Spluttering them all over the bush he'd been grazing, Swamp Song casts about, eyes wide with fright. The mud colored buck rears up, pivoting on a hind hoof, and coming back down 180 degrees from where he'd started. With no more then a glance about he runs off, though unknown to him right towards the colt who'd startled him.
Instinct has Swamp Song heading for his den, though it's his keen eyesight that stops him cold. There, on the path between himself and safety, is a mass of wriggling vines.. or snakes? Can't be snakes.. there's too many and no hissing. he thinks, the thought finishing as Swamp Song realizes the vines are talking. "He-he-hello-o?" he calls.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:35 am
Busy struggling with the vines, See-through faintly hears a loud 'thump' as if something had fallen over, but brushes it off as nothing, until a few seconds later he hears crashing hooves making their way straight for him. The mass of vines that is See-through, freezes when it hears the stranger say hello. He opens one eye to find himself looking at a sideways hoof, so he turns his gaze sideways, which was more correctly upwards, to take a look at whomever this large hoof belonged to. It was a big brown mass.... that is... a big brown buck!
"Woah!" he breathed as he opened up his other eye to look at this stranger better. He tried to lift up his head but all he could manage was to tilt it a little. His two white eyes looked out of the tangle of plant-matter up at the strangely bulky kimeti and he continued to blurt out, "So big! And your horns! Woah!" He tried to pull his legs under him to sit up at the very least, but he didn't make it very far. He tore his gaze away from the buck for a second to look back down at his predicament and said, "Uhhhhmmm.... I'm.... stuck, you see..." The thought of an introduction had not crossed his mind yet, as he was much too distracted by the sheer size of this new-comer and wanted out of these vines as quickly as possible.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 7:29 pm
While See-Through talks, Swamp Song takes a step back, mind too clouded with visions of monsters to see the colt at first. Not until he's sliding back more, hooves scraping the ground, does he see the other's familiar shape. He sighs, tension easing somewhat from his muscles, no monster, just a colt. "H-hold still." he says, stepping closer. After all, a young one can't hurt him, right? Hesitantly, Swamp Song starts pulling at the tangle, chewing through the vines when they prove too snarled to budge.
Finally, he bites through the last one ensnaring See-Through. Before it's even hit the ground, he's backing away, eying the youngster. "Who are you?! What are you doing near my den?!" his edginess makes the words come out in a harsh rush, almost blending one into another.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:20 pm
When the stranger approaches, See-through grows still, suppressing excited twitches so as not to get himself hurt. But once the colt is free he instantly jumps up onto his hooves and returns his attention to the stranger that just freed him. He looked tense, and... angry? He wasn't sure, but either way, See-through wanted to ask his own questions!
"I am See-through! And I didn't know I was near your den! Where is it?" The colt turns on the spot, looking around for any signs on a den, finding none, he turns back to the big kimeti and says, "I don't see it anywhere. Is it hidden? Oh!" He tilted his head to the side in a moment's concentration, "What was your name?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:35 pm
"I'm Swamp Song, and yes my den is hidden." as he speaks, Swamp Song edges around the colt, always staying a few yards away. "What brings you here?" he asks, stopping now. He breaths a small sigh, at least if this young one is a danger - you never know, right? - he'll be able to bolt into his den, now located behind him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:42 pm
By the time he turned around, the buck managed to sidle a ways to the side, still keeping his eyes trained on See-through, and had the colt thought about it, he probably would have figured out why, but who needs to think? Talking was much more effective!
"Oh, well I guess it's well hidden then, because I couldn't find it." A wide grin, as if what he said were a grand compliment. "Well, I was looking for something.... but now I've forgotten what it was I was searching for. I got distracted by the sun, you see! The way it shines through the branches and makes little shapes dance on the ground, I just got so excited and needed to dance too!" All that excitement had him rambling a bit, "But then.... then I got tangled up in those vines.... and... well and then you found me!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:35 pm
Nodding Yes, hidden well enough that predictors won't find it." Swamp Song beams. "Ahh, the sun does make interesting patterns.. Now, the moon, it makes even the most innocent thing look scary with it's silvery light."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:39 pm
He listened to the buck's words, intrigued by his opinion and when the other spoke of the moon and it's shadows, See-through had to agree. His jaw dropped as the thoughts flowed through his mind and created images of terrors creeping across from tree to tree, and the poor little foal suddenly became very scared and decided that maybe he didn't like the dark so much. "B-b-but the moon is so beautiful... Why would she d-d-do such horrible th-things...?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:51 pm
Good question, that, Swamp Song thinks. He ponders it a few moments, then "Maybe it's not intentional. Perhaps she has no control over what her light does." At least, he hopes so, not right scaring others.
"Do you have a den?" a change of subject, to try and get rid of unpleasant thoughts. "I've put all sorts of things in mine. Stuff I've been told keeps bad spirits away."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:55 pm
"I sure hope not... Yes, yes... I'm sure she doesn't mean to. Such a beautiful thing..." He convinces himself that it's just an accident that such horrible things happen. But his ears swivel round at the mention of his own den.
"No... I don't have a den. Not yet anyway! I'll have one one day! But... what things keep spirits away? Could you show me so I can keep them away, too! Oh, please show me!" He runs a circle on the spot, once, twice, looking for such fateful things that could do such wondrous acts!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:08 am
Oh why'd he have to open his mouth! If he took the young Kimeti into his den to see the, he'd know where the entrance is. Swamp Song couldn't even get into his den and bring the things out, for that same reason. Then, an idea. "Sure, I'll show you. But you must close your eyes, no peeking, while I go get them. If I even think you have peeked, I won't come back out." A bit childish, yes, but it would keep his home secure. "Agreed? No peeking?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:31 am
The colt had an obvious moment of struggle: face scrunched up, tail drooping, eyes narrowed. He really wanted to see where this buck's den was and how he had hidden it so well! But his want for protection won out. Somewhat defeated, the colt woefully agreed.
"Oh, alright. No peeking. So long as you promise to come back and show me!" And with that agreement in place, the dappled colt closed his eyes real tight and even bent his head down to bury it under a crooked knee.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:36 pm
Swamp Song nods, and turns, tossing an "I'll be right back." over his shoulder. Quickly, he slips into some bushes, navigating a narrow path that's been made by frequently passing through. With in a few steps, he's in his den. Well, a thicket really, since only the back wall is anything more then dense bushes. That wall, which does provide a bit of overhang, is made of rocks, as several large boulders are piled atop each other. This is where Swamp Song keeps his treasures. Gently, he picks one up, carrying it between his teeth. Then turns and heads back.
Once out, he sets it on a bare patch of dirt, so the colt can see it. At first, it looks like a jumble of sticks. Though once you inspect it, it's plain to see it's a part of a bird's nest. Woven in with the twigs and grasses are feathers and fluffs of fur. The feathers, counted three largish and two small ones, are bright red, green and blue. The fur is mostly a weird white, looking as though each strand was dipped in muddied water, with patches of red-orange and blue-gray mixed in. "This one is to keep away bad luck." Swamp Song states.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:54 pm
The colt waits, rather impatiently as the buck retrieves his treasure from his hiding spot. But true to his word, he does not peek and does not look until he is spoken to.
When he opens his eyes, he blinks a few times to clear his vision until his gaze focuses on the object lying on the dirt. It looks like an odd mass of sticks tangled in with some feathers. There's colors weaved in, but it doesn't make any sense to the colt, so he says, "But, it's just part of a nest! Why is this one special? Why does it keep away bad luck and not every bird's nest?" He tilts his head, confused as to why it is special or different than any other nest.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
