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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:08 pm
 SmackSank swatted her tail against the shallow water. The marshy-grey acha was laying in the murky waters of the swamp, thinking. This place was great! Water and mud everywhere! Not at all like the desert. The blond smirked slightly shifting, slowly getting to her feet, the fins of her leg just barely poking out of the pool. There was only one thing to do at a time like this! She waded a little deeper into the swamp. Time for a belly flop! The acha sprang forward, legs stretched and she landed on the water with a rather spectacular splash.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:43 pm
With very little warning except a brief pounding of hooves and a cry of "LOOK OUT BALLOW," some kin rather larger than the swimming acha sailed overhead and put considerably more flop into their imitation belly flop. After a brief struggle to get its hooves under it again, what emerged was a very purple, very hairy, and now very wet buck. A wheezy cackle oozed out between jagged teeth, and a barbed tail lashed the water behind him. The sopping wet beast of a kimeti excitedly said to the acha, "Durned if that ain't fun! Mighty good idea, er," he trailed off, peering a little closer, then hazarded the guess, "missus? Beg yer pardon, but I ain't so good wi' acha. C'n never remember which horns go wi' who."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:53 pm
Startled was, at best, an understatement to express what Sank felt as a flying mass of purple hair splashed into the water near her. The sopping wet acha looked at the buck through stringy tendrils wet blond hair . Where in the name of the motherfather had this bloke come from?
She stared for a few moments more before burst into laughter at the sight and her cousin's statement. "I suppose I'm a miss to some, but my mates can call me Sank." Her voice should well have given away her gender, regardless. "So where do you hail from, drippy? And what might I call you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:59 pm
The shaggy purple mess replied to her laughter with a big, friendly grin. He waded around in a circle as he replied, "Ohhh, I hails from a lil' bit a here, lil bit a there. Whooole lotta nowhere, mos'ly. N' m'name is Negative, howdeedoo."
He pauses to think about something for a moment, and asks, "When y'say yer mates call ya that, d'ya mean yer mates mates, er jus' mates?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:08 pm
A soft chuckle, and Sank shook the hair from her face. "My mates. Pals, companions." Her eyes turned bashful. "Not... mates like .... the other way." She followed suit in moving about in the water, careful to always keep all 4 hoofs on some form of ground in the water.
"Negative. What a positively misleading name." He seemed... positive enough.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:28 pm
"Jus' mates then, a'right," he said, nodding, but he tensed and laughed nervously when she talked about his name. "Not... positively," he said with a grimace, and shook his head. "Def'nitely not that." He breathed in through grit teeth, and continued, "HEY! Change'a subject. Y'seem ter be very int'rested in water fer someone from a desert. Or mebbe that ain't so strange! Woss up wi' that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:57 pm
She wanted to ask what he meant. But he changed the subject before she could blink. "Ah? Oh! Well it's so dry in the desert. It's just... It's so nice to be in water all the time! I mean sure the oasis are nice. But this? This is like a dream come true!" Though... she couldn't exactly go swimming. Not for fear of well... sinking. Acha weren't really built to swim.
"Do you not like water? I think it's fantastic."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:16 pm
Negative smiled gamely on, and said, "Awh, no, I likes th' water well 'nough! An' if ya think there's lotta water here, I'se been ter a place where there's water far's ya c'n see, an' nary a tree, hardly. Tasted'a salt, had fish bigger'n me in, was allus a-rockin' an' roilin'. S'called th' ocean!" As he spoke, he grew more excited, moving along with his words, leaving behind his discomfort. "Th' people 'at lived there was strong as rocks, an' wild as brambles, an' proud an' free as kites. An' at least one of 'em s' entirely too good at runnin'," he added as an afterthought. "Though 'e were a danged stag, so dunno what I were 'spectin'."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:28 pm
"Water as far as you can see?" That sounded like her kind of place! She half waded closer, but backed up as the water went too high up her body and her feet would have left the ground. She tried to lean closer to the taller buck though. She wanted to know more. "Tell me! Where is it? When where you there? What were the other people like? A stag? How awesome! I've never met one!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:23 pm
"Awesome 's def'nitely th' word fer it," he said somberly. "Them bless'd 're somethin' else all tagether.
"Was thyer a month er so ago by now, I think? An' it's..." he trailed off and turned around, a look of confusion drawing over his face. He turned in a slow circle in the water as he mumbled, "It's uh, that is. S' far 'way, fer sure. In... some direction."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 1:33 am
"Well, it's not in the direction I came, that's for sure." She offered him a soggy smile. Having come from the desert, it was safe to say that water was not as far as you could see. "I'll have to go to this place, and meet a stag, or even a mare, for myself!" She was excited by the idea. "Some day. But for now? Why rush off when I have perfectly good company right here?" She flicked her tail at Negative, sending some water droplets his way. She had to admit, he was pretty goofy, and he talked funny. Really, he did not seem to live up to his name at all. "So... how exactly are you negative, anyways?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:21 am
"Get more fer yer trip - meet both," he suggested with a smile.
That smile faded as he considered her last question. "Mos'ly," he said, "on account've I ain't Positive. He's..." Negative screwed up his face, wondering how best to explain it. With a sigh, he heaved himself up into the shallows and laid down, tucking his legs under his belly and wrapping his tail tight around them.
"He's m' brother," the buck explained. "We shared most've everythin', startin' with our name-dream. He allus got th' better part, right from th' beginnin' - better name, better part'a th' beddin', better parts'a th' food. But I'm sick'a beein' his shadow," he spat, "I ran out an' I ain't goin' back, not never." He lowered his head sulkily. "He kin be better'n me on his lonesome, an' I can be a better kinda worse on mine."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 1:37 pm
She bound around in the water a little. More for her trip... Yes! She should go to this place where water was as far as the eye could see! That would be truely wonderful, and then YES! she would see stags and mares. She'd see so many! It was decided.
Sank didn't notice the fall of her companion's face until he started speaking. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him. Oh, so he had a brother named Positive? When he fell silent, she snorted.
"I bet you have a better belly flop then he does." She said almost candidly. "And since you left, I bet you're having a better life. You get all the food you want, the bedding you want." She hesitated a moment. She didn't know him that well, but he seemed nice enough. Yeah, she could be friends with this buck. He needed them, it seemed. "And you totally find better mates then him, yeah? After all, ya met me, and I don't know Positive." She stepped lightly over to him. "So from here on you get the better end of the deal, yeah?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 4:47 pm
Negative looked up at Sank blankly, blinking. "Reckon I do got a better belly-flop, since he dun know what one is, last I checked." He tilted his head to the side. "Hurm. Never thought 'at'd happen."
His tail twitched, and a slow smile crept up his face again. He leaped up to his feet - and crashed back down into the water, since his legs had gone a little numb, but clambered back upright in a trice. "Yeah," he exclaimed, kicking up sheets of water in excited defiance. "I got a LOADS better belly-flop'n he does! Possy c'n go SUCK EGGS!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 5:04 pm
If she hadn't been before, Sank was now completely soaked. But the other male was grinning and seemed happy. "See? Now that's the spirit!" So what if he only picked up on better bellyflops, and not better mates. Or perhaps she was getting ahead of herself in deciding they got along that well.
She flipped her wet blond locks out of her face. "If he doesn't know what a belly flop is, then he must be very un-fun. So yeah, he can go suck a caiman egg." She didn't say anything about him stumbling and getting up, deciding not to embarrass him more then she likely had.
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