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 Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:11 pm
 Searching. Always searching, for charms, for food, for his children. This time Swamp Song is searching for a doe. Not a specific doe, just one who would be willing to bear children for him. Oh, to be sure it'd be nice if they could be friends. But the brief experience he had at fatherhood - with the one child who stayed with him from the last clutch - has left him wanting more children. Lots of children, as many as it is possible for a buck to sire.
Plodding along, Swamp Song keeps his eyes peeled, looking for any trace of other Kimeti. Coming to a clearing, he steps out, hoping to see someone. Nothing aside from a pond, though. But it's a start, a nice place where one might meet another. The water cool and clear and full of fish, with bushes bearing berries and fruit around. Even flowers. Deciding to wait here a while, Swamp Song helps himself to the bounty.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:59 pm
 Head low to the ground, Low moved slowly, her eyes focused on each of her steps so she wouldn't accidentally step on anything alive or dangerous. It was how she always walked, she was never very sure of herself, in nearly any aspect of her life. She was shy, until the need to be sociable arose, and when it did she always spoke eloquently, flatteringly.
Though usually not very playful, this day a foxbun bounded across her path, tumbling out from a bush situated just beneath Low's muzzle. She had paused to partake in the berries it bore but must have startled the small foxbun and thus began the chase.
Low leaped after the small creature, not trying to capture it but always enjoying a change in scenery; what better way to find one than to chase something that knows its way around?
She ran, her eyes locked on to the foxbun, her body winding through any obstacles... Until a buck stepped into her path and she couldn't stop.
Low collided with the buck and a berry bush, the white of her coat becoming stained with the colour of the berry juice and her body mostly on top of the other Kimeti.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:46 pm
Swamp Song was just starting to enjoy his meal when WHAM! something slammed into him. Even as he topples over, the other's body landing on him, does Swamp Song fight the panic. Not in time to stop the scream of fright, though, an ear splitting sound emitted from his throat. Fortunately the brown buck is able to stop himself from blindly lashing out. Something he is very glad of once his brain and eyes connect, showing him who knocked him over. Not a predator, as his mind first though, but a doe.
Carefully, Swamp Song extricates himself from her. Using his bulk to help her stand, gently nudging her back onto her feet. "Are you alright?" he asks, just now starting to take in her appearance. Even with berry stains, she is pretty. Coat white and black, with rounded ears. Like mine, sort of.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:00 pm
Startled more by the noise that sounded when she fell than the fall itself, Low's ears twitch as she makes some attempt to right herself. She realises, after a moment, that the mass she crashed into was another Kimeti, a buck, though.
She was curious as to whether the scream had come from him or... Well, whether it was from him or not. But Low was far too polite to outright ask such a question. She shuffles about after being helped back to her feet and nods a rather short nod. "I am fine, thank you." she replies. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but without the force of breath usually found in whispers.
Low noticed him appraising her. "And yourself? I do hope I didn't hurt you when we fell..." she glanced away, suddenly feeling very shy. "Or rather, when I knocked you over. I'm not usually so careless, I like to be aware of my surroundings. I am so sorry for falling on you. I know I'm not..." she caught herself babbling in her nervousness and stopped, giving the buck time to speak.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:33 pm
A quick turn around the doe, ostensibly to check his limbs but also to get another look at her, and he shakes his head. "No injuries here, and no worries. Accidents happen, sometimes with reason. But I guess that would be called fate. Anyway, I'm Swamp Song." Coming back to stand in front of her, he looks behind the doe. "Were you being chased?" He may not be as afraid as he once was, but old habits do die hard.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 12:14 pm
"Fate." Low repeated. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder as Swamp Song did, checking simply because he asked. She kept her head down, unable to meet Swamp Song's eyes as she spoke. Most other Kimeti seemed to think it was insulting that she wouldn't look at them, but really she was just shy. Sure, she could talk to them, but she almost never felt comfortable.
"No, I wasn't being chased... There was a Foxbun I was playing with, chasing through the underbrush. Looking for a new place to roam." she nodded, more to herself than anything, "I am Moonstone Comet." her hair fell over her eyes and she shook her head back to part her bangs, "But my friends call me Low." Or they would if she had friends, but usually Low wasn't the type to be sociable.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:37 pm
"Well you've found a new place, and hopefully a new friend." Turning in a large circle to indicate the area, Swamp Song grins. "And a tasty spot it is, would you join me for lunch?" Turning his eyes on the pond, he thinks maybe a swim too. Anything to keep her here for a while, to give him more time to get to know her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:35 am
Low finally raised her head to look more intently at her company. She blinked. And blinked again. She always felt different, but he was different like her, too. He didn't have back scales and he even had horns that she had never seen before.
Her eyes lit up as she calmed, "I'd be happy to, Swamp Song." she gave a small smile and moved a half step closer.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:11 pm
Swamp Song grins, turning to lead the way. "I spotted some bird's nests, if you like eggs. If not there's plenty of berries and other fruits." He stops in front of a bush with bright orange berries. "These ones are very sour, but tasty still. Especially when you mix them with those sweet ones over there." Using his chin to point, Swamp Song indicates a bush with deep purple berry clusters.
Here he falls silent, questions piling up in his head. Not wanting to be rude, as Low must be hungry and thirsty after her run, he stays quiet. Trying to watch her while at the same time trying to look as though he's looking for the best berries to eat. Something that very nearly has Swamp Song pacing in circles, his eyes going back and forth between Low and the bushes. Finally realizing what a fool he must look, Swamp Song stops when he comes back to the bush, and starts to graze.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:39 pm
She followed quietly, rather content to be led to somewhere to graze. It wasn't that she was lazy or anything- she spent most of her time walking and searching, after all- it was just that sometimes it was refreshing to not have to do things for herself.
"Thank you." she replied when he began pointing berries out to her. She very slowly craned her neck forward and took a small bushel of the orange berries into her muzzle; she wasn't really fond of sour but didn't want to be rude, after all. Her eyes squeezed shut in reaction to the sour taste but she otherwise didn't react. Instead, she timidly turned to the purple berries and took a larger bushel of these, hoping they would help to wash the taste away.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Low could see Swamp Song seemingly pacing, she wondered if she was hogging his favourite bush and took a step back. She began to nose around another bush with purple berries and nibbling here and there.
"These are delicious." her voice was soft, not overly excited but clearly expressed her delight. Her face was suddenly overcome with a curious expression. "What are eggs like?" she asked rather blatantly.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:06 pm
He gives Moonstone Comet's question some thought, of course he's had eggs before but how to make them sound yummy. "The shell is crunchy, and has very little taste. Inside it's slimy and.. and.. well I don't really know how to describe it." He stops moving, trying to put into words the eggs he's eaten. "It's like a large crunchy and very juicy berry, each bird has different tasting eggs. Most are, uhm, meaty I guess. Some are sort of sweet." Going over to the nearest bush, Swamp Song plucks up a mouthful of leaves and berries, using the time to chew to think. Still unable to think of a better way to describe them, he shrugs. "I like plants and fruits more, but sometimes I just feel the need for an egg."
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:53 pm
Nodding, Moonstone Comet began following the buck as he began to explain, nearly bumping into him when he stops moving. She stayed where she was when he moved again, not wanting to get too close and run into him like she nearly did a moment ago.
She gave a thoughtful "hmm" in reply to Swamp Song's explanation but otherwise offered no words.
After some moments of eating in silence and getting her fill, she turned towards her company, her eyes flickering to his back and then his horns before returning to his face. "What brings you out here?" she questioned.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:16 pm
Swamp Song enjoys her company, even if they're just eating. That changes after a bit, though, as both finish their meals.
He blushes at her question, knowing what the answer is and that he should be truthful. But what would she think? Only one way to find out. "Actually, I'm looking for a doe to mother children for me." Having watched one clutch grow up, Swamp Song has found he likes fatherhood.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 2:11 am
Humming softly to herself, Low nips at some of the green by her hooves while waiting for an answer.
With a start, Low looks up before a blush races across her face and neck and her head falls away, timidly biting at the green again. "Oh." she whispers.
She is silent for a heartbeat, the 3 seconds she doesn't speak feeling as though it is stretching out to an eternity before she looks at Swamp Song again. "What kind of doe?" she asks, her voice just above a whisper, just loud enough to be heard.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:04 pm
His first thought is that he'd scared her away, but when Moonstone Comet looks and asks, Swamp Song gives a small sigh of relief. "Someone I can get along with, so we could raise the children together." Swamp Song loves his other children, and has no issues with their mother. Though he does wish she'd stuck around to watch them grow up.
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