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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 3:49 am
Glimmering Night stood beside a large swamp oak, just at the edge of a clearing in the swamp forest. Night had tossed his heavy velvet cloak across the sky and the sky had been speckled with diamonds. The curved moon glowed brightly above, her reflection glimmering in the water. There wasn't a soul who wouldn't agree the sight was nearing on perfection. It was this scene he had dreamed of as just a larvae, and it was this perfect scene which drew so many other creatures of perfection to it And generally, they tended to be.. of the female sort. The lonely ones who came to gaze at the moon and contemplate their lonely lives. Which, to be honest, suited him perfectly. A smooth smile slid onto his mouth as he turned his golden eyes from the rippling reflection of the moon to the edges of the clearing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:04 am
 Mimic was flying through the night, giggles tangling in the air before her. Spasm, her beloved songbird, fluttered madly though the air, narrowly missing trees and twittering like it was overcome with madness.
Mimic giggled again, increasing her speed as she weaved through the mangroves. Water kicked up from her hooves caught the moonlight and sparked like gems. The night air smelled heavenly, so crisp and clean, Mimic felt like she could run forever.
Spasm burst into a clearing, and startled by the lack of trees she spun rapidly, crashing straight into a tree and causing an audible thud. On instinct Mimic swiveled and smashed headfirst into the same tree. Oh! she exclaimed as more stars burst into existence before her eyes. She sunk slowly to the ground, a low moan in her throat, as darkness fluttered at the edges of her vision. Her head throbbed in time with her heart, and the last thing she saw was an emerald flash as her beloved, if not clumsy, pet landed on the tip of her nose.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:01 am
The buck's grin grew as his ears caught the sounds of tinkling laughter. A doe for sure, he chuckled. And with a pretty voice to boot. He could hear her hooves pounding the ground as she raced through the forest to get to him. Night repositioned himself against his tree where the doe would be smitten by his golden stare the moment she burst through the foliage.
A flash of bright blue. "Oh!" Then a thud.
Night blinked. That was not the reaction he was expecting. Generally.. generally when the doe burst through the trees and saw him, they suddenly stopped to admire him the scene. This doe on the other hand, burst through, and immediately spun around to knock her head into a tree. Hm. How odd.
Night padded toward where the doe lay half submerged in the swamp water with a chuckle and an eyebrow raised.
But the smirk abruptly disappeared when he reached a few meters from the doe, his breath catching in his throat. He took a step back puzzled. Now that was odd. His breath didn't catch when he saw a pretty doe. It just.. didn't happen. He shook his head. Must've been the chill of the night.
Night studied her dark figure, the bright blue swirls playfully twirling across her body. She looked so... beautiful cold. Lying in the water. He leaned down gently nudging her chin with his nose, a smile playing on his maw again. "Wake-y, wake-y little doe. You'll get cold down there, don't you know?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:55 pm
Mimic was confused, her brain was sending her odd signals again. At first all she was aware of was the feeling of her pulse in her temples. Headache, she identified, You have a headache, probably because you were imitating Spasm again. That is always a dangerous past-time.
A frown spread across her features as her senses slowly returned. Her hearing came next, the frantic twittering of her worried friend sounded, and below that, something deeper, mumbling. She could not process this bit of information, so she discarded it.
Next she decided to open her eyes, take stock of her surroundings, and possible injuries. Her head still throbbing, she cracked an eye open. Confusion gripped her even tighter as she saw what appeared to be two golden marshlights floating very near her face.
Oh, my! You have made a mistake, I have not died! So um.. you can go be on your way Mr. and Mrs. Marshlight, no need to pluck my soul out, I like being a Kimeti! Maybe next time, eh? I am always running into things, you could get lucky...
She trailed off, hoping desperately that the marshlights would believe her, and leave her alone, soul intact.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 12:43 am
Night couldn't help himself. He stared. As her eyes cracked open, their icy blue glow caught him by surprise. He opened his mouth for something suave to come out, but his mind was drawing a blank and the only thing he could think of were those two glowing eyes.
And before he knew what was happening, they were gone, and the doe was wandering away. ... Away?!
He bounded before her, cutting her off. He grinned, playing along. "But little doe, your soul is too beautiful to waste on just anyone.."
His black and golden figure circled the doe, brushing against her, their glimmering coats melding together. His tail lightly flicking the side of her hind leg. She was so beautiful, even up close. He leaned down carefully to her ear. "And as for luck.. well.." he chuckled softly, "Any chance I could get lucky tonight?" his velvet voice whispered.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 1:07 am
Mimic jumped a little when the Marshlights followed her, biting her lips with worry. They got really close and she tensed, waiting for them to steal her mind from her body. Eyes wide her brain started registering things. Things like the fact that the marshlights looked suspiciously like eyes, and those eyes looked suspiciously like they belonged on a Kimeti.
As the buck neared, Mimic could make more and more of him out. A shining dark coat, azure and gold swirls running along his body. He was beautiful, if Mimic could notice something like that in her frazzled state.
Another shock ran through her as the buck slid up beside her and spoke. Lucky? What does he want luck for? Is he looking for something.. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
What would you be using luck for? Have you lost something, or someone, and you need luck to find it? Or are you playing a game? Mimic was not the most clever of Kimeti, it may have to do with the amount of times she hit her head. Couple this with her disinterest in most romance, and she ended up confused by the buck's actions.
Spasm returned from where she had been flitting madly about and alighted herself gracefully on Mimics back. Mimic stared at her brainless little friend and muttered,
Oh now you return. Where were you when I was going to have my soul stolen?
The bird chirped once, demurely, then swiveled it's gaze to Gllittering Night, Mimic's eyes followed, and the pair looked at him curiously.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 1:33 am
Night's smile widened. He was beginning to like this girl. Her voice tinkled lightly when she spoke, and it was rich with innocent sincerity. Her very being felt as light as the voice she spoke with, and each time her wide blue eyes blinked, his heart tensed, holding its breath, afraid to miss the magic.
His golden eyes drank her in. "No game, little doe," Night told her earnestly. "But it seems a pretty little maiden has stolen my heart." His eyes looked at her wistfully, sparing only a moment to flick toward the little bird before returning to her lovely face. "You wouldn't happen to know where it might be, would you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 12:13 pm
Mimic cocked her head, finally realizing what the buck was talking about. She cast her eyes to him once more, this time with more attention to detail. My, he really is beautiful. Her gaze ran over his silky coat, gleaming eyes, and beautiful patterns. His voice was low and melodic, reminding her of the murmur of a far away river. She did not realize, but she was staring. She blushed, unused to such attention, especially from such a handsome buck.
Spasm however, did not seem pleased to be ignored, and was even less pleased about the attention her owner was paying to this newcomer.
The little bird chattered madly before taking flight and hovering before Night's face, beak snapping at his muzzle.
Mimic started when her Spasm alighted, and she shifted back and forth in a quick fluid motion, unconsciously mirroring the bird's movements.
Spasm! What is wrong with you!?
She chastised, even as she matched the birds movements.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:45 am
Night jerked backwards as his eyes went out of focus at the sudden proximity of the little malicious songbird. "Ahhk!" His smooth smile had turned into a glower as he turned to stare to Spasm. If looks could freeze, Spasm would've been lying on the ground as a crystalline ice sculpture. Yes, what is wrong with you indeed! Can't you see I'm working my a** off for your little doe? And now you've ruined the moment. Hugh.
But in a second, the glower was gone, replaced with the suave smile and raised eyebrow he always wore. Fine. If the bird wanted to be dealt with first, Night would deal with the annoying little thing. Recollected, the buck simply ignored Spasm's insistent pecking and chirping, his eyes fixed on the flitting little bird with a stony gaze. "I'm sorry, little doe. It seems you've forgotten to introduce me to your friend.." he trailed off, unaware of his little doe's usual swaying. "I'm..." his lips curled into a smile at the anticipation of saying his own name. "I'm Glimmering Night. And.. you are..?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:14 am
Mimic noted the way he spoke, the way he moved and they way he acted. As she studied this 'Glimmering Night' character her body moved fluidly. She changed her upright posture to a sultry slump, replaced her innocent, wide-open stare with a low-lidded smoldering glance. She even raised one eyebrow to look bemused.
Spasm, leave him be.
She said, her voice octaves lower. It turned into a slow, smooth, confident sound, slightly raspy. A voice that said the speaker could, and would, do anything they wanted.
She slowly began to circle the other Kimeti, her steps slow and purposeful. If you had not seen the transformation moments earlier, you would never have believed she was the same Kimeti.
Spasm accepted her owners orders and landed silently on a nearby branch.
My name, buck that shimmers like the night sky, is Mimic.
She stopped circling and stared him straight in the eyes. Seeming to dare him to respond, her aura of domination made all the more powerful by the darkness surrounding them. She felt in charge, powerful, and Mother help the creature that got in her way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:56 pm
Night had been carefully glaring at the flittering bird, but as the smooth sound of a voice met his ears, he jerked his head to the right, golden eyes sweeping the area for the other doe.
And there she was. Standing there just two feet before him. And she started moving. Moving toward him. Then around him. Slowly. Surely. Those two glowing blue eyes boring into him. Her body flowing like silk. Her icy markings twirled around him, entrancing him, enticing him. He stood frozen in his place, his own low-lidded eyes suddenly wide. She was.. beautiful.. and he was.. utterly mesmerized and they... his heart... .. and then..
Air. What? AIR.
Night sucked in a breath as the black shadows of the forest began creeping into his vision. Right. Breathing. Breathe.
He breathed in the night, the cool air returning feeling to his limbs, relaxing him, calming him, clearing his mind. His name was Night. The night was his.. and this doe.. well this doe... well. It went without saying. She was something special. He felt himself sink back into his velvet drawl.
"... Mimic.. is it?" he slipped a low throaty chuckle. "They say imitation is the deepest form of flattery, you know." Night's trademark smirk slipped onto his maw again. "Are you trying to flatter me, then, little doe?"
He watched carefully, almost calculating. But even as he said those words, even as his eyes greedily drank in this bewitchingly divine creature before him.. he couldn't help but remember the innocent wide-eyed and giggling doe he had held before him just moments before feeling a little...
... wistful?
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 12:12 pm
Mimic emitted a low purr of satisfaction as she saw the buck fall apart. I have him practically falling over his own hooves She mulled that thought around in her head, seeing how it felt.
It felt, heady.. powerful. Mimic had been around many bucks before, even a few that had crushes on her, but none that she could entice so easily. None had made her feel like she could have them dancing like a puppet on a string.
With a lazy flick of her ear she thought I could have him do whatever I wanted... and then Why shouldn't I?
She stopped circling the buck and faced him head on, eye to eye, muzzles almost touching. She noticed that he had regained his cocky attitude once more as she heard him speak.
Mmm.. you think I am flattering you? Well, to my understanding it is you who has been so doggedly determined to be with me tonight. Thus forth, it is you who should be flattering me. In fact, seeing as you think of me as... your prize should you not do something to earn me?
She continued to hold his gaze, adding to dominating aura she had put on, unfortunately a little bit of her true nature was still within her, and her darn eyes kept wandering over his swirling body appreciatively. If only she could control such tendencies.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:50 pm
Now, Glimmering Night had met a lot of pretty does. Some he'd even go as far as beautiful. But this one.. this one before him... he had no words for. The adrenaline in his body was leaving him breathless, his limbs completely numb, and his chest clutched so tightly he thought his heart might stop.
As she turned to face him, he stayed absolutely still, watching her every movement from his unblinking golden eyes, unwilling to miss a single moment of her. He took a breath, breathing in her suddenly powerful air, her graceful elegance, her astounding allure. It was enough to make him mad.
But her silky voice caught him just in time to bring him back to their world. Just the sound of her voice made him shiver, a greedy smile now on maw. He wanted more. Of everything. Of her.
"A prize?" Night questioned. "Mimic, how could you accuse me of such a thing? You've simply had me....mesmerized." And she had no idea just how true that was.. "Is it so wrong for a lonely buck to compliment a beautiful little doe?"
He paused a moment, resisting her bait of the rest of her sentence. But being the buck who he was, he was no match for those icy blue eyes and deliciously swirling coat. He raised an eyebrow, "But how about this then, we'll play a game. Simon Says." Night's grin grew wider at just the thought. "If I win, I get to kiss you."
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:00 am
Mimic blinked, momentarily confused, her confidence slipping off for mere moments, revealing the fun-loving and naive doe underneath.
Simon says? Like the children's game?
She let the idea slip through her mind as her easy-going nature returned. A carnivorous smile slid across her features.
I guess there are worse things than compliments from a handsome buck. Albeit a buck that believes children's games are enough to capture such a fine prize. I must admit however, that this Simon Says intrigues me. Lead the way dear Night, and we shall see if you earn your kiss.
Her eyebrows arched over her grin, amused at this buck's odd way of thinking. He was unlike anyone she had met, his confidence drew her in and she was helplesss to resist. He was masculine, beautiful, witty and creative. He stood there, so comfortable in his own skin, able to brush off her barbed remarks without even blinking.
He was, no doubt, a force to be reckoned with, and she had the feeling that if she was not careful she could easily lose her cool, perhaps her heart?
She could definitely lose herself while tracing her eyes over his shimmering coat. He was all contrasts, darkness like midnight streaked with dazzling colour, all stretched over sinuous muscle. Perfection.
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