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Along the Edge [Figment of Imagination x Totem]

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:24 pm
User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.It had been a long time since Figment of Imagination had left the desert, but he still sometimes ached for his home. For the whistling wind, the dry heat, the clatter of hooves on rock, or the shuffle of steps in sand. The feeling of warm sand rolling against his skin as he stretched was something he missed quite awfully, and there was nothing quite like it here. Some things he had found stand-ins for – the buzz of cicadas, or the way the wind blew differently through the trees, was enough to keep his ears satisfied sometimes. There were stretches of rock in the swamp as well, though they felt different on his hooves and legs than the ones back home – wet and sometimes slimy, not as warm and dry as he remembered unless he climbed to a higher stretch, which he sometimes wasn’t ready to do. He sometimes enjoyed rubbing up against the mangroves, or rolling in a bit of mud to even try to regain the feeling of home, but none of it worked. Nothing could compare to a warm pocket of sand.

On days when he could hardly stand it anymore, he and Wanders With Roots would journey to the edges of the swamp, where soft, squishy mud and grass would begin to harden, clay and sand sneaking into the mixture below. There were a few spots where, if one listened closely, the wind would catch in such a way on the landscape beyond that it would almost sound like home. He had found it by accident one day, in his early explorations of the swamp, and he made sure to remember it carefully. When he had been gifted Wanders, he’d made sure that it was one of the first places he took her. He’d told her about their old home, though she’d been sniffing around and possibly sleeping for most of his reminiscing. Still, it meant something for him, and that was enough.

Today was another of the days he needed to feel close to his old home again. He loved the swamp, he did, but that didn’t keep him from missing what once was. Wanders was sniffing up ahead, keeping in good distance, checking in with the acha from time to time. He would give her an affectionate bump or nuzzle when he felt her near his leg, and she would be off a few steps ahead again in moments. He could tell that they were getting closer – just as he’d felt the moisture creeping in when he’d first come to the swamp, he could feel when it tapered as he neared the swamp’s edges. He was excited to feel a dryer sun shine upon him soon. He sniffed at the air, lighter with each step, and gave a quiet smile.
 
PostPosted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:22 am
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Totem had been spending a lot of time with the other acha within the tribe she and her mother belonged to. She knew that it hurt her mother to see her with the more favored members of the troupe, but they signified a part of her that Thunder would never be able to help her understand. They shared a love of many things, performance being the chiefest among them, but her mother did not have the gift of song that Totem seemed to naturally possess. The voice of her kind. So she'd taken to sneaking off, finding the places where the swamp started to give way to the desert, and sing. First it was silly little ditties that she made up as she made her way slowly and painfully to her destination.

Today, though, it was a song that Bring In the Night had taught her. A song about the place from which the acha came. The song was more emotion than any real words, but when she sang Totem swore she could feel the dry sand sting at her eyes. Warm, burning, heat seared at her lungs and urged her to continue. The winds whistled over towering dunes that weren't really there. The tiny acha doe was certain she could smell the sweet oasis grasses and fruits that had once sustained all acha life. It filled her small and damaged chest and threatened to suffocate her.

She never wanted to stop.

She wouldn't have stopped, but for what was possibly a small sand dog bounding it's way towards her. With one eye blind she could never be sure how close or far away something was; so when she blinked and the animal was gone again she didn't think anything of it. Maybe it was behind a tree. Or there was a dip in the land. Still it had cut off her song, and she was having a hard time finding the words again.

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