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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 3:36 pm
The ebony basket rolled, only her and Isis were home. It could tell that, no other scents were around and it knew the scent of it's elder sister. It hissed lightly at her. Before snickering and flopping around aimlessly. Soon it would grow silent, deathly silent. Sometimes Erik and Sekhmet grew worried with this, thinking something horrible had happened, but it hadn't. Isis said that the basket was just playing sick jokes, but in all honestly the basket enjoyed some bit of peace. The basket nickered at Isis, and rammed itself into her side. Much like it did for Erik. This was the last straw, Isis picked up the basket and set it away from the teepee. "You can stay out here, if your going to act like that." she snarled as she nosed her side. She was sore from the previous night, thats what happened when you ran around with a skin walker. She huffed angrily and walked back into the teepee, after she fell asleep quickly.
The little basket nickered at her, hoping for some sort of sympathy. Receiving none she hissed at her, until her throat got sore. Having extra energy she began rolling herself around. She hit some sort of log, after she got over that, the basket started rolling on its own down the hill. Wide eyed and frantic in the basket, it knew what was soon to come. Water. She growled lightly as the basket tipped into the river, the bottom of the basket grew damp, as it flowed down the stream. The current soon picked up and the foal cried out for someone or something? It watched as water started to come in between the weaving of it's basket. It then decided it was best not to move so, it stayed still and waited.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:33 am
 At first, he ignored that basket that floated by. It wasn't his nature to care about the problems of others. He certainly had his fair share to worry about. However, the cries of the foal started to echo in his mind and as damned as he was to admit it, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he didn't get the pathetic thing out of the river. Shaking his head and cursing himself for his own actions, the large stallion took flight and followed the basket down the river, waiting for a period where the current slowed down slightly. When it had, he yelled out, "If you can hear me, curl back as far from the top and right side of the basket that you can." It was his only warning. If he accidentally stabbed the foal, it was his or her own doing for not heeding it. After giving the foal a moment to move, he whipped his tail around and stabbed the lower spikes into the top and right side of the basket. The spikes were small enough that if the foal had listened, it might not have caused any real damage. It was the only way he could think to remove the basket from the water, especially at the speed it was going. While the current had slowed some, it was still no easy task and the current could change again at any moment. The stallion did not carry the basket far. As soon as it was airborn, he darted over the nearest patch of land and dropped down rather roughly. He then whipped his tail back, releasing the spikes from the basket. The basket would have a good number of holes but a little sunlight wouldn't kill the runt. "Are you alive?" If he accidentally killed the thing, he could just kick it back into the water. No harm, no foul. A few seconds later, a familiar form darted out of the water. It was Grim, Reapers little accomplice. "You know, I could have helped if you had asked," he huffed while puffing out his chest with wounded pride. "The weight of the basket would have only taken you to your own death, Grim," came Reaper's somber response. "You're of better use to me alive than dead." The little otter couldn't argue that point so headed over to take a closer look at the basket.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:24 am
The foal inside the basket let it's ears perk forward at a low voice, demanding, dominant. It wasn't stupid, Isis commanded attention from it but the foal simply didn't give it because it knew that Isis wasn't going to do anything about it, well except toss 'em out of the teepee and let it roll into a river and drown to it's death. She wouldn't hear the end of this, specially when it came out of this damned thing.
The foal listened to the voice's intruction and moved as it said too. It looked around as in a few moments spikes intruded it's basked. The foal hissed for a moment, thinking he was actually trying to harm it's little home and then realizing he was helping decided to shut her trap. At one of the longer crimson tipped spiked she nosed it and almost impaled itself with it, though still a foal it was curious onto what this creature was. He smelled of soquili, but it felt as if it should be weart of it. It didn't know why, just a feeling. In moments the foals eyes widened as the basket was airborn, the spikes were lifting it out. It lay quiet into it's deathly state as if there was absoulutly nothing in the basket. There was, it was just too good at being quiet and not moving.
This didn't last long as the spikes slid from the basket and the thing that it's half brother, Ares had described as 'gravity' had taken its toll. As the basket landed the foal grunted. It laid in the basket quiet as it heard a question, alive? It looked up, tilting its head at the face it didn't see and whickered something of the sort of 'mhmm', at the sound of another voice it growled lowly. This other was indifferent to it, it did nothing to get it out. Then as it listened to the words, it slowly started to comprehend the matter and shut itself up again. Looking out the new holes in the basket, all it could see was a white mass. It stuck its little black nose out getting a whiff of the soquili and the furred creature that was with him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:48 am
Well, it seemed like the little foal in the basket was alive. He didn't smell any blood so he would assume it was in fine shape. Maybe a little wet, depending on how tightly weaved the basket was. He wasn't sure what to do with the damned thing now.
His familiar, Grim, seemed quite curious at it. He was walking around the basket, sniffing as he went. "If it's a meal you're wanting, you'd best head back to the river," Reaper warned sternly. He'd be damned if he was going to go through the effort of saving the basket, just to let his friend eat what was inside.
Then again, that would rid him the problem of figuring out what the hell to do with it. Decisions, decisions.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 2:45 pm
As much as the basket would like to pretend that it could take care of itself, it couldn't. Inside the weaved material, lay a frail creature with a big heart. Though even it knew that it would protect it with it's best effort. It knew what a cruel world it was to come in. It's ears flickered listening intently to the conversation. It laughed as the voice told the furred thing to go eat something else, but the silence afterwards was unappealing. She hissed at the lowed voice as if knowing what it was thinking.
As if on cue the basket felt the creature going towards its left and the foal made sure to push the basket towards it, as if telling it to back off. Not like the foal could protect itself in anyway if they wanted to open the basket and eat 'em. It was doing its best to stay on it's best behaviour. All of a sudden the foal chirped out, "Name name name name." long eyelashes blinked through the peek hole. It cleared its soft voice and said it once more, "Name." demanding and stern, much like the voice outside of its basket.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:11 pm
Was the runt asking him for his name? Reaper wasn't sure. He decided he would ignore the basket. The last thing he wanted was the damn thing getting attached to him or following him around. Isn't that what small animals did? He wanted no part of that. Whatever nestled within the basket could stay as far away from him as possible.
Of course, Grim wasn't of the same mindset. The otter wasted no time in responding to the demands of the foal. "My name is Grim and the big lug that saved your a** is called Reaper." Grim continued to sniff around the basket curiously. He had heard of these so called baskets but he had never seen one before, even one of Reaper's own. "What do you do in there?," he finally asked. There couldn't be much room to a basket. Seemed quite boring to him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:02 am
"a**?" the foal questioned, gingerly as well as confused. It rolled in the basket before it started hissing. "Nothing to do." its eyes widened, the foal now had a wide range of expressions though it would probably best if it could control them. It would hate to know that others knew what it was thinking. "To frail to come out." it moved again. "Debt." it replied simply. The foal wasn't in to long, more complex sentences whatsoever. It didn't appease it, nor did it feel like using its weaker vocal cords at the moment. The foal started sniffing around to where the furry creature. "What are you?" it questioned, slowly and annunciating each syllable so it was clear what it was asking.
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