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 Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:06 pm
 Peering through the bushes that obscure his den, Swamp Song looks to be sure no one is around before exiting. Sure that the area is empty, he pushes through the leaves and branches, coming out into his clearing. He stands still a moment, before heading off. Not that he'll go far, just a little ways to grab some lunch. Spotting his favorite patch of bushes, Swamp Song starts to graze.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:19 pm
Life-Pulse was walking along, not really paying attention to where she was going. All she knew, is that she was following the pattern high up above her, and it was guiding her to wherever it was that she was going today. That pattern, was the one made by the tree's branches and the sun shining through.
Her feet dragged through mud, and her tail twitches back and forth, occasionally getting stuck in some brush, forcing her to stop a moment and tear it away once more. But her eyes never left the canopy above, that is... until her legs bumped up against a log. She cast her gaze down and cocked her head to look at this predicament. Her vision was somewhat blurred and spotted with blue and green splotches from looking at light too long. She blinked a few times to clear her vision, and when she could see properly, she took two steps back and neatly jumped the log and landed in a clearing of sorts.
Having forgotten what she had been doing before she jumped the obstacle, Life-Pulse closed her eyes a moment and began to hum to herself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:32 pm
Coming back from foraging, Swamp Song stops at the edge of his clearing. Normally, it's empty, day or night. But for some reason, he hears humming, and not from birds or bugs. Looking about, he spots a doe, a rather pretty doe. Having already met a few Kimeti, and finding they aren't nearly as scary as he thought, Swamp Song decides to meet this one as well. Though, he will be cautious.
Stepping out into the clearing, but keeping a good portion of room between them, he clears his through and calls out a greeting. "Hello there."
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:43 pm
Her humming continues and begins to vary in pitch, but her melody is cut off by the voice of another. A rough voice, she would say, off to her right is calling to her. Another moment passes before the doe opens her right eye to see who is talking to her, and she is greeted by the sight of a large build, muddy in color. He had thick curling horns and softly rounded ears, and he was tall.
She turned her head and opened the other eye to get a better look at the buck at the edge of the clearing. Tail and ears still, the doe blinks once and then replies, "Hello! Where'd you come from?" She inquired, as she had not heard him approach, but that was probably due to her thoughts being caught up in the Melody.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:02 pm
"From the path." he turns, pointing his snout at it. "I was out eating, plenty more berries if you'd like some." Part of him, the bigger part, that's scared all the time, hopes she'll go. Just long enough for him to slip into his den. But a smaller part, the part that craves interaction, hopes she'll stay. She seems nice enough, anyway, not scary at all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:06 pm
Her ears perked up, "Berries, you say? I'm not hungry... but I'd sure like a few mouthfuls if there's some to spare..." Even as she spoke, her eyes wandered away from the curious buck and tried to look past him to catch a glimpse of said fruit. She took a few paces toward him, neck stretching out and nose sniffing in the direction he had pointed with his snout. "Aha!" She had caught a glimpse of the bushes he had mentioned and trotted past the buck to get to them, instantly pressing her mouth over a branch to pick off some berries.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:39 pm
As soon as she'd stepped past him, Swamp Song headed for the hidden entrance to his den. Sitting down, he waits, listening, to hear when she leaves. After a while, Swamp Song hears what sound like her walking off. Giving a sigh, both of relief and regret - after all, it would have been nice to talk to someone besides himself - the brown buck stands. Before exiting, he scoops up some dried mushrooms. He'd found them while charm hunting, and was going to save them for who know what. However, mushrooms are a favorite of his, and Swamp Song had never seen these kind. So, temptation too much to resist, he takes them out to enjoy in the sunshine.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 1:55 pm
She stuffs her mouth full of berries a few times, relishing their sweetness. She could never find berries on her own, though that might be due to the fact that she usually didn't pay much attention to her surroundings... Either way, after a few good mouthfuls, she's satisfied her want for berries and licked her maw clean. Hadn't she been in the presence of another...?
Brow slightly furrowed, the tan doe turned around and trotted back to the clearing where she had seen the strange buck, but this time, he had something in his mouth... something dark... and shriveled... Tilting her head, she took a few paces toward him, wondering where he had come from, as he was obviously re-entering the clearing, but aloud she said, "What is that? I mean... my name is Life-Pulse." A sheepish smile and another step forward, "What's your name?" She inquired curiously.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:22 pm
Startled, Swamp Song drops the mushrooms, whipping his head around to look at the doe. "Oh! I thought you'd left! Err, I'm Swamp Song, and, uhh, these are mushrooms." Regaining his composure, Swamp Song settles down, front legs on either side of the small mushroom pile. Taking a few minutes to sniff at them, Swamp Song finally picks one, and bites into it. He chews thoughtfully, taking in the woody flavor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:14 pm
"It's nice to meet you Swamp Song!" She extended her neck and sniffed from a few strides away before coming closer to the buck and to the apparent mushrooms. She watches him sniff at them too and then choose one to chew on. She walks closer and sits down across from him, watching him taste the funny dried mushrooms.
She had only ever seen living ones in the Swamp, or when plucked, ones that were still wet and mushy. These intrigued her, and so she leaned in to sniff at them also, not finding any words to say, though, she keeps quiet and eyes them suspiciously.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:52 pm
Looking up at the doe, he swallows. "Ah, yes, nice to meet you too." snatching up the other half of the mushroom, Swamp Song's about to start chewing when his manners catch up with him. "Err, want some?" he asks around the mouth full.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:49 pm
Her eyes snap up to his when he asks her if she wants some. Well, of course she does! She opens her mouth to say something, and gets stuck there. What was she going to say? She's frozen a few moments, trying to straighten her thoughts. Her gaze strays back down to the mushrooms and something clicks in her mind. She nods and says, "If you wouldn't mind, that is..." She sniffs at them once more, curiously, "They smell... different..." She cautiously stretched forward and picks one up with gentle lips before allowing herself to chew on it thoughtfully.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:39 pm
Swamp Song nods, chewing and swallowing his mouthfull, then pushes half the remaining mushrooms towards Life-Pulse. "They do taste good, though." Scooping up another mushroom, he continues eating. Not feeling the oddness coming over his mind, what with being distracted by a pretty doe and yummy mushrooms.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 11:23 pm
She nods in agreement, "Mmmhmmmm..." They definitely were good. They were chewy, but still easily edible. And they were somewhat woody but almost meaty in flavor. They were definitely tasty! Having finished one, she dipped down and picked up another, chewing this one a little less cautiously. If she had been paying more attention to what she was eating instead of on the buck before her, she would have realized that her mouth was feeling a little tingly. But her eyes were more intent on lazing over this handsome buck that was a nice mixture of brown and red... and masculine...
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:52 pm
Starting on his third mushroom, Swamp Song is just now starting to realize he's reacting differently to these then the others he's eaten. However, by this time his mind has become so foggy it doesn't set off alarm bells. So, instead of spitting it out, he keeps right on eating. Finishing that one, he looks at the doe, taking in her every detail. "You're very pretty." he states, liking her mud colored hide. "And that bit of swirly blue, that almost looks like it's spilling from your eye, beautiful and interesting." he speaks, not even aware that his thoughts are words.
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