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 Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 5:36 pm
 Mimic was a corpse today. Her body was splayed unnaturally across the soft ground. Mud was seeping around her appendages, holding her tight like the Earth's embrace. One eye was cracked open ever so slightly, the other was pressed into the chilled mud and very much so closed.
This was a new ploy that Spasm was not necessarily fond of, so he hid, sullenly in a tree nearby. The wry little bird kept his eyes on the Kimeti beside his master. Spasm did not trust this unfortunate creature, despite the fact that it really was dead. Thus the inspiration for his owner's madness of the day.
Mimic figures she really was dead, why else would she be lying here in the mud with another corpse? In her down time she spent many hour inventing the tragic ways that she and her companion had perished. The hours slid away slowly, one monotonous blur of time. The sun seemed to crawl effortlessly through the sky as Mimic lay, in wait of something she could not imagine, nor comprehend.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:51 pm
 Last Whisper was making her rounds to all of the mud-puddles and mud-pools in the area around her den, as she did most mornings. She did this in hopes of finding new specimens to add to her collection. Of course, she generally didn't take the freshest dead animals, as they produced the most work, but every once in a while she would happen across something that she still had no souvenirs from. This is what she hoped for during her rounds.
Just as she was about to give up for the day when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glance of a colorful pelt amid a particularly large mud-pool. Only kimeti had pelts a colorful as that! Last Whisper cantered over, all excited to find herself looking down at two new specimens! What a wonderful day this was turning out to be! Two adult female kimeti! One a series of bright colors mainly pink and purple, the other a midnight coat with blue swirls.
She went about to working around the pool, trying to reach the closest doe, the black one. Stepping in until her front legs were submerged upto the knees in mud, she stretched her neck forward and latched onto the nape of her neck and began tugging, slowly dragging the body out of the mud.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:08 pm
Mimic's insane game had paid off! A fellow doe had stumbled across Mimic and her less-than-lively accomplice. In what Mimic could only imagine was an act of great faith, the doe began pulling her to the shore, hoping no doubt, to save her. Warmth touched Mimic's heart before she remembered that she was a corpse, and that of course, her heart was not beating.
Through her one slitted eye she could make out the features of her savior. The doe was mostly black, with the whiteness on her forelegs being marred by the thick mud. The characteristic spines of the Kimeti were an emerald color, not unlike Spasm, and the doe's eyes glowed a sinister looking red. Not exactly what Mimic expected a heroine to look like, but who was she to judge? She was dead!
Mimic gladly let herself be dragged towards the dryness of the shore, thinking herself clever for being such a good little corpse. Suddenly a little globule of marsh-mud managed to worm it's way up one of her nostrils. This was unfortunate because Mimic's body demanded the mud was expelled before it found it's way to her lungs, and this resulted in a massive and awe-inspiring sneeze. A sneeze so grand it shook her entire body, and subsequently caused Spasm to chirp in alarm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:21 pm
Last Whisper had managed to pull the body half-way out of the mud, thinking to herself that it was very heavy, but reasoning that it was probably weighed down quite a bit by the mud all over it. Just a little further... Almost.... there... she urged herself to keep going.
Once she got the body all the way out of the mud and onto dry (as dry as the swamp ever got), land it suddenly convulsed and.... sneezed? Very surprised, Last Whisper let go of what she could now see was a still-live doe and stumbled backwards a few steps, staring incredulously at the crazed kimeti that had been simply lying in a pool of mud. She heard a startled chirp, but payed it no real attention as her eyes could not be torn away from the midnight doe. "But... you were... I mean... You're not dead!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:52 pm
Mimic was bewildered by the doe's claim. For she was obviously dead, perhaps this Kimeti was confused, perhaps she did not understand what corpses were really like. Mimic decided to set her straight. She stood on unsteady legs -they were quite asleep, seeing as she had been lying in one spot for quite a long time.- and shook the mud from her coat before sitting on her haunches.
Of course I am dead silly. Why else would I be lying in that nasty slime-pool with my obviously deceased, and might I add slightly rotten, friend? The only logical answer is that I am also dead, and that you were trying to save me, alas, I am too far gone.
And with that Mimic fell down once again, spraying mud everywhere. Her body started to sink a little, and she gave one last twitch for good measure.
There, She thought with satisfaction, That ought to set her straight!
From his perch high in the tree Spasm attempted to perform a birdie eye-roll. He decided to stay perfectly still and wait for his maser's new game to play out a bit more.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:12 pm
Having already been surprised by the sneeze, the rousing and talking did not affect her any more. Last Whisper simply stood there watching the other doe with a look of unbelief across her features. What sort of crazy do you have to be to pretend to be dead by almost drowning one's self in a mud-pool?
She merely allowed the other doe to finish her spiel and then sink back to the ground in her state of mock-death. Instead of getting into the matter any further, the poor confused (and rather unhappy, might I add) Last Whisper set about to working around the pool and began tugging at the actually dead doe, to pull her out instead.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:35 pm
Strange, after Mimic so kindly set her straight on the affairs of death, the other doe began to ignore her. How rude! She was instead focusing her efforts on Mimic's squishy friend.
Impatience flooded through her. She had not spent the entire day dead to simply be ignored! This was not how she imagined today going. There were fanciful daydreams of being rescued by handsome bucks and reanimated by their kisses. Even scaring small children was on the agenda, but certainly not this Devil-Doe!
Anyways, she was a much better corpse, it was no competition! Mimic did not smell! Flies did not buzz all around her! Perhaps she was not as patient as the other corpse, but what's that got to do with anything? She sat up once more, brilliant blue eyes flashing open.
What in the name of Mother Swamp are you doing with Dances-Among-Flies?
Her brow lowered slightly, annoyed by these unexpected turns of events.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:49 pm
Last Whisper jumped, startled that the other doe, the one that was claiming to be 'dead', was speaking to her again. She had expected her to just continue on her ploy and perhaps execute whatever it was that she had in mind on someone else. She dropped the corpse and looked at the dark doe once more to reply "Dances-Among-Flies? Is that her name?" Looking back to the colorful corpse she decided it fit rather nicely, nodded and then continued, "I'm pulling her out of the mud, obviously! I need to take her apart. But I can't do that until she's out of the mud-pool. It would be much too difficult then, and I would lose parts... No, no... she needed to be pulled out." And with that, she latched onto the doe once more and pulled her the last stretch. Once upon the drier, much more solid ground, Last Whisper went about pulling off the less attached flesh, careful not to force anything to keep as much of the insides in-tact, at least for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:17 pm
Of course that is her name! Why would I lie about such things? And I am Embraced-by-Mud. I am mostly obviously dead, and quite annoyed with you dismantling my friend and ignoring me. I am obviously the better corpse, I don't even smell bad, unlike her.
I sneer formed on Mimic's lips at the last part of her spiel. Her small mind began taking in what was actually happening. Devil-Doe was pulling flesh off of Danced-Among-Flies. Some part of Mimic was disgusted by this doe's actions, though she was not sure why. Certainly no one had ever told her it was wrong to pull apart corpses, though no one had told her it was alright either.
Mimic leaned in closer, intrigued, and wanting to watch the entire process. Her stomach turned about inside her, a protest to the smell coming of Dances-Among-Flies, but Mimic's curiosity overwhelmed her nausea. Her glowing eyes were opened so wide, they were perfect circles, and she held her breath as more was done by the Devil-Doe.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:13 pm
She simply nodded along with what the other doe was saying, not really listening to her, adding in an 'Mhmmm...' here, or an 'Of course...' there, rather absently. She would much rather concentrate on her work, and so she kept going.
Stopping at this side of the corpse, she pulled off a large strip of flesh, then stepped over to the opposite side to pull it off the rest of the way. In this manner, she worked along most of this side of the doe, but upon exposing the ribcage she found that a few of the ribs were broken, and so she groaned. She was hoping to find a full ribcage, but no luck with this one. So what she did instead was bury her muzzle into the body and wrapped her mouth along one rib, and pried it out after some carefully measured leverage. Then another, and two more came out, fully in-tact. She stepped back, muzzle bloody, to see if she had missed a full rib, but it looked like she had removed all of them. A deep breath and a smile as she tried to decide what to do next. "Now to get to the vertebrae in the neck..." she murmured absently.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:39 pm
The Devil-Doe was not even paying attention to her! O, she did throw in some positive sounding things once and a while, not to mention the occasional 'Mhmm' but Mimic could tell she was not aware of what was being said. This irked her, she had spent this entire, and not to mention chilly, day hiding in the mud and this was the thanks she got?
Dances-Among-Flies was entirely ignoring her, and had chosen Devil-Doe as a friend instead. Devil-doe had been here for scant minutes, Mimic had spent hours lying beside Dances-Among-Flies! These two had managed to completely frustrate her.
She strode silently and purposefully up to the body and jammed her muzzle into the belly. She thought of nothing else then hurting Dances-Among-flies, and began tearing into the muscles and organs.
The more her muzzle nudged and tore through the body the more intrigued Mimic became with the sensations. The perfect red of the blood, the slow give of biting through muscle, and beneath it all, the smooth gleam of bone. The most entrancing and perfect substance, it shone wetly, a pretty ivory color. Mimic found herself staring in wonder at the soft cures the bones made within the body, the Devil-Doe completely forgotten.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:50 pm
All of a sudden there was movement to her right, and once more she jumped and turned to look at what was going on. Mimic had sunk he face into the corpse and was also picking through the insides! Now this was intriguing... Last Whisper wasn't comfortable with most company, but this doe seemed to be just as entranced by the parts as she was, especially by the bones that glimmered such a captivating white.
She whisper at Mimic, "You can keep anything you remove, if you like. I just want a few pieces, but anything I'm not taking, you can have." A soft smile was offered before she tore into the neck, trying to work her way up toward the skull. The neck wasn't too difficult, but as she got to the jaw, things began to get a little more difficult and she had to spend some time tilting her head funny and gnawing at the tougher muscles and tendons to get them to let go of the bone underneath.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:17 pm
Mimic was surprised by the other doe's acceptance. Though not a surprised as she was by her own actions
Her muzzle was buried deeply into Dances-Among-Flies' body, she was searching. Teeth nipping at small tendons, muzzle sweeping back and forth to clear the debris, always digging for that white perfection hidden beneath.
She came up for a little breath of air, and saw her accomplice digging much like she had been before.
I guess you are not a Devil-Doe at all... But then what, or who, are you?
Mimic stared at Devil-Doe for a small moment before concentrating her actions on the lower back of Dances-Among-Flies. Some part of her knew that the best bones would be hidden behind the pelt on her back.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:49 pm
She was desperately working on the bottom jaw, nipping, biting, gnawing and chewing until she had managed to pull the skin and muscles up and away from her goal. Now when she stopped for a breather to look upon her progress, she could see a hoof-size disk of white. The entire bottom jaw was exposed, but that was not her main goal. She would take it with her also, but she wanted the other half, the skull. She was getting there. not long now.
The other had asked her a question. What was she asking? Oh, her name? She could guess that, anyway. "My name is Last Whisper, and I am a kimeti, silly. I am also a collector. I find and keep bones of all sorts, especially skulls, they're my favorite." She licked her lips, not out of want for the taste of blood, but to clean her muzzle off a little, "Do you have a name?" she asks, having not caught the name that was given to her earlier.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:13 pm
Mimic stopped what she was doing, -which was delicately severing the tendons and cartilage in between the tiny vertebra she was coveting like pearls.- and swiveled her gaze towards her fellow butcher.
Last Whisper... Mimic murmured gently.
Makes sense, you take the essence of these creatures and preserve it, almost like you are capturing and keeping the last whisper of the creature alive.
Mimic spoke softly, gaining respect for her new friend with each word. Her coat of blackness, kissed by emerald and white no longer looked foreign. Her red eyes did not look demonic anymore, no more strange than Mimic's own glowing orbs. She felt ashamed by her initial reaction to Last Whisper now that she knew a little bit more about her.
My name? When I was a corpse it was Embraced-by-Mud, now that I live again... I do not know. A troubled look descended on her, a fear that she would never again know her name.
How would one find a name?
Panic laced her words as a tear slid down her cheek.
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