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 Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 6:06 pm
 Mimic was watching Spasm, as was normal for her. They had found a rare clearing in the swamp, the ground hard-packed with some hardscrabble grass managing to etch out a living. The moon was an enormous globe in the sky, it hung so low that Mimic wondered if she could merely jump high enough and pluck it from the sky.
 Her attention returned to her emerald friend, for once acting gracefully. He was swooping, spinning and dodging through the sky, his small body pursuing a source of food.
Large moths had gathered in the night, apparently called by the same same siren moon-call Mimic had experienced. Their bodies were fat, with large gossamer wings attached, amd their feelers, thick and fuzzy, twitched in the night. Spasm was convinced there was no greater treat, but Mimic, for once, was unconvinced.
These things are supposed to taste good?
Mimic's brow was furrowed, a physical sign of her doubt. Her companion chirped merrily, a positive sign. He swiveled and dove to catch another morsel. Mimic's concentration was absolute as she pondered this conundrum. Her mind could think of no reason why these little winged things would not taste good, so she did what she always did and surrendered to madness.
She too began to weave through the night, mouth gaping open in vain hope of catching a moth.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 7:12 pm
 Streaked Sky was not unused to midnight wanderings, as her father would love to drag her out to point out the stars that matched his coat.
This time, however, she was on her own, simply enjoying the wonderful moonlight that lit up her coat just so. She was hoping a lovely handsome buck would come along and see her, and then fall in love with her on the spot! It would be so romantic, and then she would have little kimeti who would have her beautiful coat.
Humming this thought to herself, she continue to pick her way through the swamp. Looking up, she noticed all of the moths flitting around. Their wings were pretty, but they were a dull color. However, there was a bright thing flashing through and eating the moths. It was quite beautiful, and so she followed it's flight path. Only to see another kimeti trying to eat the moths too.
Picking her way over carefully, she informed the hopping doe, "Moths are not for eating!" Sometimes some kimeti needed these things told to them. Streaked-Sky would gladly oblige, as the kindhearted doe she was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 7:46 pm
The sudden voice echoing through the clearing startled Mimic, to say the least. Her only response was to spin around, while simultaneously letting loose a very loud and very shrill yelp.
Spasm, startled by the sudden noise his master had made, reverted to his erratic nature and crash headfirst into a nearby tree. Mimic's mind took in the pink Kimeti before her for a scant second before she saw her companion smash into a tree. This triggered the deep ingrained reaction within her and she immediately charge head-first into a tree. The world spun and sparkles like stars blotted her vision.
Hmm.. ouch.
She stood for a moment, letting the world re-orient itself before she realized what the doe had said.
Not... for eating? But he, At this she gestured to the small twitching form lying at the bottom of the tree, Assured me that they were delicious. A frown creased her brow once more Why would he lie? Or are you lying now? The glowing blue orbs of her eyes fixated on the other doe's, a quizzical expression smeared across her face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:25 pm
Streaked-Sky stepped back when the other kimeti screeched. Her mouth dropped to the ground as the doe charged head-first into a tree. Thinking that this may be the explanation for the moth-eating, she dared a step closer.
"No...I don't think, erm, he, was lying to you...but different kimeti and animals have different tastes. I myself will not touch fruit that has any type of fibery material, but my father loves it very much." Continuing as gently as she could, "A bird's diet isn't the same as our diet...You should try some nuts or beans...the help to make our coats shiny!"
Speaking of which, the other doe had a very beautiful coat. Black as night like her father's, with blue accents. Any son's of her's would be very good for breeding. But that weirdness might actually be a trait...
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:50 pm
Mimic took in the wisdom of the other Kimeti's words. They penetrated her addled brain, and not surprisingly, made a lot of sense.
Different tastes...
She pondered this for a while. She had noted the fact that her songbird would only ever eat bugs and steadfastly refused her attempts to get him to eat grass. His stubbornness could be explained by this doe's reasoning.
And the shining coat comment... Mimic glanced at her own midnight black exterior, the blue streaked through it inexplicably glowing lightly. Her eyes then spun once more to the stranger. She was an assortment of colors Mimic had never seen on a Kimeti before, pink like the insides of a fish, blue like the sky. Her head tilted, taking in the over-all appearance of the doe. She looked radiant and healthy. Perhaps Mimic should also put more care into her appearances.
Bee-eens? what are those? And are you sure they taste good? Have you any on you? Or do we have to go searching? Where are they? Will you take me? As she spoke she scooped up Spasm and let him rest across the bridge of her muzzle, to impatient to wait for him to awaken, she continued her barrage of questions. When she had finished speaking she moved closer to the other doe, her eyes peeping over top of the limp bird-body on her face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:07 pm
Streaked-Sky was struggling to remember that leaving your mouth hang open was bad manners. How could this doe have even survived in the swamp for so long? She probably thought crocodiles were just very toothy logs with a bark.
"You...don't know what beans are?" she asked incredulously. Streaked-Sky chewed on how best to explain this in a way the doe would understand. "Well...beans are kind of like seeds. They have shells, sometimes, but they taste good if you drop them in a tortoise shell and water from a hot spring for a time or two."
Streaked-Sky was having a serious time trying not to focus on the knocked out (or dead?) bird on the other's maw.
"Do I know where any are? Well, my father usually takes me for food, or one of the other's in my tribe. Ummm...I can describe them to you for your own adventurings? Do you have anyone to adventure with?"
Streaked-Sky was desparately hoping that maybe one of her buck-sons would come out and save her from this doe.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:22 pm
Mimic shook her head quickly, almost causing Spasm to slide off his unlikely perch. This other doe appeared to have a family... Mimic though back, seeing if she could remember family at all.
The face I see in my mind occasionally.. that buck, was he not something to me? And was I not fattened by children at one point?
She thought back, trying in vain to remember if she had babies, or if that was an echo of madness. she decided that she would know if she had children and promptly dismissed the ludicrous though.
I have no family, no one to adventure with. Only Spasm, and he does not know what bee-ans are either. Plus he is in no shape to adventure. I guess I could strike out on my own...
Mimic though the possibility of finding something would be easy, although in reality she would probably forget what she was doing and attempt to eat bugs once again. Such are the day to day trials of the mad.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:33 pm
Well, there went that option, thought Streaked-Sky. The doe had such lovely markings! It was such a waste that she hadn't passed on those markings, and an even bigger shame that she couldn't put them together!
After worriedly glancing at the limp form of the bird now on the ground, Streaked-Sky answered,"Well, if you are adventuring on your own, I shall tell you what beans look like," Streaked-Sky didn't know if the doe would actually remember, and chances were she would misremember and eat something poisonous, but that wasn't her fault!
"Beans are usually in a soft shell. They are kind of like nuts, but the shell is much softer. Some of the shells are long and then, and some are small like berries. Some beans are even buried in the ground!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:53 pm
In the ground! What sort of madness is this? I have never heard of bians under the ground, come to think of it I have never heard of bians at all before you. Nonetheless I shall strike out on my own, on to a grand adventure. It shall be perilous and dangerous, and at the end, for my reward there will be delicious, turtle-flavored, shiny beanies!
Mimic self-importantly scooped up Spasm once more, letting him rest on her nose again. She then turned on heel and strut self-importantly to the edge of the clearing. Just as she reached the increased darkness of the mangroves Spasm let out a chirp, and shaking off the stupor, began to twitter excitedly. He was telling his master that moths were about.. and that they are delicious.
Are you sure those things taste good? Mimic asked quizzically. Staring up at the cheap imitations of butterflies that filled the night sky.
Shrugging she opened her mouth and began chasing the bugs once more. She noticed the doe for the second time, and stopped what she was doing once more.
Why hello there, my name is Mimic. Do you know if these flying creatures taste any good?
She stared wide-eyed at the doe, their previous conversation entirely forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:55 pm
Shadowed Moon sighed, how many nights now had his sleep been interrupted by wandering kimeti? Then again, due to the scarce number of clearing and his odd sleeping habits it was to be expected. Yawning he stood up and shook himself to try and shake away what was left of sleep. It would have been fine had the two large bangs not occurred, it sounded like something had run smack into a tree.
Slowly ambling down the small hill he had been sleeping on he weaved his way through several trees before approaching the clearing. Yawning again he tilted his head at the sight before him. A black doe with a half-dead bird on her face was questioning a pink doe about beans. Apparently the dead bird doe didn't know what they were and the pink doe was explaining. Then the other doe ran off and completely forgot the previous conversation.
He tried to stifle his yawn, it was rude to do that when one had company. "Evening ladies." Shadowed Moon smiled at the two does, taking his point to interject without interrupting anyone. "I didn't expect to see anyone here this late, thought we had all gone to bed. Guess I was wrong." He laughed good-naturally, he was obviously joking. A good amount of kimeti wandered about late, he had just been hoping to sleep tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:28 pm
Streaked-Sky was quite worried about the other doe. She was not sure that she should be wondering about the swamp at any time of day, but she seemed to have lived a long-enough life that she either had some experience, or would have a fulfilled death.
And then, the doe came back, and asked if moths tasted good or not. Again.
Oh right, her mouth was open again. And to top it all off, a handsome buck had entered the clearing. Fantastic.
She replied the only way she thought would work, "This lovely doe would like to know, for the second time tonight, whether moths taste good or not. I would recommend trying them, at this point.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:25 pm
Mimic stared in wonder, now there were two Kimeti besides herself in the clearing. Mimic had never seen more than one at a time before.
She froze, staring between the two as they spoke, noting that neither of them answered her question. The pink doe reminded her that she was desperately attempting to catch, and subsequently eat, a moth. Thus she returned to her task, flailing through the clearing with her mouth wide open, occasionally stumbling over a twig, or other similar obstacle.
Every once and a while she would glance in the other's direction, wondering if they were to join her, or do something else interesting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:27 pm
Laughing softly to himself he watched the black doe as she attempted to eat the moths. Occasionally she would look back at them and then return to her task. Shadowed Moon returned to the pink doe, tilting his head he examined her coat. It looked like it was covered in stars. He hadn't seen anything like that before!
Smiling at the star doe he glanced at the moths flying above his head. Looking back at her he grinned. "I've never tried one before myself, so I wouldn't know what they taste like." As he said this he glanced at the black doe as she continued to bounce around. It looked almost fun, despite the dim prospect that eating bugs seemed. He had been fond of moths anyway, since they were creatures of the moon just like he was.
He looked back at the star doe once more. Being the gentleman that he was he couldn't just ignore one doe for another. "You have explained what your companion was doing, but haven't told me anything about your journey here. What brings you to this part of the swamp?" Looking at her coat he smiled. "Where you trying to find a better view of the stars?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:06 pm
After watching the crazy doe jump around trying to eat more moths (at this point Streaked-Sky assumed she had probably tasted them before and then forgot). Then the buck was talking to her, and it was hard to pay attention.
"My companion? I only walked in on her doing...whatever. I just took a walk in the moonlight...it's a lovely time of night."
She smiled coyly and looked at him through her eyelashes. He was handsome indeed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:13 pm
Shadowed Moon nodded. In this area people often stumbled upon each other, just as he had a moment before. He couldn't help but smile back as the doe looked at him. She was quite stunning, her coat really did look like the night sky. His mind drifted to moon and stars. Blushing slightly he glanced over at the other doe for a moment. She seemed to glow.
Taking a closer look he saw it was her eyes an a small orb on her chest that made the brightness. It was interesting, that strong a glow was quite noticeable in the night. Her activity must have distracted him. As she continued to attempt to eat moths his eyes drifted back to the star doe and he blushed again. "I'm Shadowed Moon. It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled shyly, his mind still thinking of the moon and stars.
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