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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:16 pm
 Nightmare-of-Roses trudged to her nest. Surrounded by briars, save for the opening, the bloodsplattered doe felt safe. She gathered the leaves and grasses that made her bed and laid down.
It had been a long day and her eyes struggled to stay open. She set her rose down beside her and rested her head. As the world faded, she sighed contentedly, finally sleeping. She slumbered in pitch black, unaware of the swamp's happenings or its inhabitants for the time being..((the next post is Darkmoon Dancer's for plottage, then it is open for everyone))
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:23 pm
The hound slithered along quietly, belly almost touching the ground, shoulders low, nose to the ground. Her tongue was impatiently constrained to the inside of her mouth. This was not the time for panting!
Ears trained forward, eyes wide open, breathing slow, Massacre was hunting. She was on the trail of another kimeti, fair with black thorns all over and a cascading river of red. This doe was easy prey, much too big for the hound to try to attack, but she was tired. If her master were here and hungry, she would have been an easy meal, but alas, this was not the case. Instead, there were other thoughts on her mind.
She followed behind, tracking and memorizing the paths taken, once there, she waited and watched the doe settle into her nest, adjust it and then relinquish the possession. A deep red rose, obviously important. Massacre waited patiently until the doe calmed, and placed her head down. A few minutes passed before the hound struck.
She crawled out of the brush and once close enough, she leapt forwards, scooping up the rose in her mouth and bounding away in one swift movement. Her strong legs pushed her lithe body away from the doe and back into the shadows that swallowed her figure, and she was off with the doe's beloved rose.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 12:26 am
((now anyone can post biggrin ))
Nightmare-of-roses' thoughts began to shift. She began feeling uneasy in her sleep. She dreamt that a part of her was being ripped from her. A shadow swallowed her whole. Eerie voices cackled in the distance as they mysteriously watched her. The nightmare escalated until she was a restless mass, shifting unconsciously. Roses cascaded down and suffocated her until finally, she felt herself fall, and images of her past displayed themselves around her. She woke up, panting.
What just happened? She couldn't remember the last time she had a dream, let alone a nightmare..Her fur felt moist from sweat and she took a moment to catch her breath..Then her brow furrowed. Something wasn't right...Where...where was her rose?
She sprung to her hooves and tossed the nest aside. It had to be here. She scoured the floor and the brambles surrounding her nest. It HAD to be here..but it wasn't..
Shaking her head in denial, she stepped back in shock. Someone must have stolen it..enraged, she yelled into the night, "WHO STOLE MY ROSE?!" and heaved, angry tears falling from her eyes. The first tears she had cried since she got the rose.
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