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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:03 pm
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Kefa loved playing hide-and-seek. He was so very, very good at it. First of all, he never looked the same by the time he was hidden as he did when he started hiding, so people had to be really clever in knowing what they were looking for when they went looking for him. First, he didn't tend to stay in one hiding spot. He'd switch spots. Of course, some people said that was cheating, but they were just sore losers. It wasn't cheating.
He had been hiding for hours at this point with no one coming anywhere near him. Actually, he'd even given up at hiding. He was just walking around in the open, though still changing form constantly because it was more difficult not to do that than to continue doing it. Someone watching him would be able to observe the stomach-churning process wherein various portions of his body shifted so that he sometimes had a snake's tail and rabbit ears and goat hooves, but never for very long.
He didn't really blend in, is the point here. But no one was finding him anyway. Kefa was beginning to wonder if anyone was even looking anymore, and that made him grouchy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 6:01 pm
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Rama hated water.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary for life to continue, he had half a mind to seek out the goddess who was in charge of the stuff and demand an explanation. He would spend hours grooming himself to perfection. Not one strand of fur or mane out of place, not one feather ruffled, not one claw with a dent, not one flaw to be seen and all it took was ten minutes in the rain for it all to go to rot. Of course, it wasn't bad enough that there were ponds, lakes, rivers, streams, puddles, and whole oceans of the stuff- oh no. It became mist, fog, clouds, humidity, and worst of all- rain.
He couldn't have known that it would rain! How could he? The stuff snuck up on him when he least expected it. A perfect spring day, a lovely boulder in which to warm himself on, and an open grassland seemed so perfect. He had stretched out in the glorious sunlight, allowing his perfect ebony fur to warm itself along his back. The sun had lulled him into a false sense of security and, being far too trusting of the warmth to think anything of it, he had fallen asleep.
And then it rained.
Globs of horrible, wet stuff pelted him without mercy. His beautiful mane was reduced to a sloppy, heavy mess of hair. His wings clung to one another in clusters, and his pelt had been soaked through the bone.
The god had made it, some how, to the domain of the gods. He might have DIED out there but did anyone care!? NO. They were horrible. What would they do without him? Rot, that's what. They'd have no standard of perfection to hold themselves to. They'd not know how to style their manes or groom their feathers. Their standards would take a sharp slide into chaos. The world would burn!
Oh the humanity.
Dropping down in a soggy mess, Rama lifted a paw and began to diligently lick the offending moisture off of himself. At least HERE it wouldn't rain. Something moved close by but he didn't care. He was hideous. This needed mending- and it needed it now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 11:11 pm
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He froze, his tongue partway out of his mouth. Someone...saw him!?
He screamed, not a very masculine sound either, and clapped a paw over his mouth. He looked about for the offender, hoping against hope that it wasn't another god. Unfortunately, it was. Most unfortunately. At least mortals were a dime a dozen and they expired after a while- but only after their memory did. Gods, on the other hand, were long-lived and rarely forgot, even into their next lives.
But....this thing didn't look like a god. Or an anything. It looked like one thing- then another, then another. It was difficult to look directly at and Rama found himself forgetting his own tragedy for another's- if only because it baffled him outside of his right mind.
"....what are you doing? What...are you?" The later seemed to be a better question.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:51 am
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"That...that's possible," Kefa allowed. It wasn't as if the thought had not occurred to him, too, but he had no been giving voice to it, lest that cause his suspicion to solidify into fact. He narrowed his eyes and released his form as a form of vengeance on the older god who had made him think thoughts he didn't want to think. "But mostly they're not as unpleasant as you are, so probably not."
Kefa's narrowed eyes, presently glowing green and pink from beneath long, fluffy eyebrows, surveyed the wet lion. Because he was young, people didn't use words like shat around him, but Kefa could guess what it meant. And besides, he knew what rain was. The thought of a full-grown god having such a fit over a little rain was utterly ridiculous, and a spiteful smile crossed the godlet's face.
"Serves you right. If you were really so perfect you'd look just as good wet as dry...which you definitely don't." So there.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 10:16 pm
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