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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:41 pm
 It was a beautiful day with the sun high in the clear, blue sky. There was a cool breeze blowing through a clearing full of flowers, and in the center of the clearing stood four figures. There was a pale doe with beautiful long and flowing hair, a fluffy cloud like tail and glowing blue eyes. Around her head two song birds were fluttering and singing a soft tune. Sitting on the doe's head as a little mongoose who sat there holding a flower in its mouth. The birds would chirp, and the mongoose would pass the flower off to the bird which would cause the bird to dive into the doe's mess of hair with a flower and come out the other side without it, successfully tucking many, many flowers into her hair.
The doe was very happy, and she spun around the clearing picking up more and more flowers with her mouth. From there she passed them to the mongoose and birds who would tuck them into her hair again and again until she looked absolutely flowery. A few more rounds though, and something spooked the birds. With the mongoose running ahead of them, the birds fled, leaving Dream to sing to herself as she head towards the shade of the trees.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:01 pm
 That something that had spooked the animals on their way, could only have been the sheer aura that this demonic pair gave off. Tall, grungy buck, of slate gray coat and hardened scales trotted alongside his faithful hound, a shadow with teeth and tongue. They were out for a mid-day jog, burning energy and readying themselves for night fall, when all hell could rein loose.
But something caught Massacre's nose by surprise and resulted in both her and her companion kimeti to slow to a stop. She raised her snout up into the air and trotted a few paces towards a clearing off to their right, with Manslaughter hot on her heels. With her nose quivering like that, she must have found something interesting.
When they both stopped at the edge of the clearing, just short of the last trees, a very strange sight met their eyes. A very beautiful, very... maned... doe was trotting about the clearing, tearing up flowers that would get handed off to either... what was that? A mongoose? Or one of the songbirds that were about.... and then they would disappear into that... flowing mass of hair! What was going on here? Manslaughter sank back onto his haunches and stopped to stare at this scene before him, not quite sure what to make of it.
Massacre on the other hand, had sunk down to the ground, stomach just grazing the mud as she crawled over closer to the doe, eyeing that delicious looking morsel of rodent... and when the critters took off, so did Massacre, running after them, drooling as she got closer and closer, but it was mere seconds that she could be seen darting into the clearing and then right back out of it after the fleeing animals.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:19 pm
Dream was without a care in the world as she walked along, her body swaying with each step with her hair blowing in the nearly breeze-less air in a very awe and eerie way. She hadn't noticed the hound run by chasing her friends as she continued to make her way towards the treeline and the very joyous approaching shade. Even without her songbirds to accompany her, she was singing a soft tune. It was a song, but it didn't seem to be a song. It was more of a lyrical sense of what she was looking at.
Bright blue skies,
Soft wind blows.
Songbirds flies,
Daisys flow.
Fields ago,
Shades ahead
Feet below,
Flower bed.
Bright red eyes,
Dark...
Dream stopped walking. She stopped singing. She looked around for what she thought she sung. What she thought she saw. How strange it was, what imagination she had! She was standing in the shade, softly pawing at the glass below her hooves before slowly laying on the softened glass. She closed her eyes for a moment, relaxing under the the shade from the hot sun above.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:26 pm
He had begun to walk closer to the doe, by circling the clearing, again just shy of leaving the treeline when she began to sing, though he supposed if one was being technical, it was not singing, as much as it was... lyrical speaking. But it seemed to him that she was merely stringing words together melodically, words that came to her mind as her gaze wandered, and eventually that song of sorts came across his image, stating her sight of his darkness and his glowing redness - presumably his eyes. But this didn't even make his steps falter, instead he raised his head and strode a little less cautiously.
As he came within reach of the doe, she seemed completely oblivious to him, and in fact even settled down, lying in some soft grass, closing her eyes! What was going on here? He shook his head once, and told himself that she must just not have realised that she had seen him. So, to solve this perplexing matter, he walked around her, once, twice, and then on the third circle he stopped in front of her and settled down too, folding his furry limbs neatly underneath him and set his muzzle on the ground, mere breaths away from the pretty doe's nose. His glowing red gaze fell upon her face and took in all of the details. This one really was rather beautiful... and to be honest, Manslaughter wasn't sure what to do about that... So, he lay there and waited to see if she would open her eyes and look upon him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:49 pm
Dream didn't hear anything moving around her, not even when it laid down right in front of her. Her hair was rustling softly in the air, moving softly over and down her back casually. She moved around on the grass a little and pushed her head forward until it brushed up against his, rubbing her cheek against his muzzle. She didn't notice what she nuzzled against was furry, and if she had she would have assumed her mongoose friend from earlier. She just had found herself moving into a new comfortable position until... she actually fell asleep!
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:15 pm
He was just about to give up and lift his head and announce his presence to the silly thing, when the strangest thing imaginable happened --she nuzzled him. What was this warm sensation of fur rubbing against fur? It was... it was... unnatural, that's what it was! And he would have huffed in anger were the doe not shifting and then... falling asleep! Thoroughly confused and at an absolute loss at what to do, he merely stayed motionless for a good minute or two. He lay there, muzzle pressed up against her cheek... as she slept... A scowl came over his face and he slowly pulled himself away, decision made, and quietly set off to find something very specific.
He came back, not two minutes later, dragging something that must have been a numerous amount of stolen birds' nests thrown together and patted down on top of two entangled branches, creating a sled of sorts. He stopped next to the sleeping doe and lay the thick part of the branch he had just had in his mouth, down on the ground. Looking at the two for a second, he nodded, more to himself than anything, and set to work.
He approached the doe gently once more, nudging and nosing her until she shifted and could be moved. He pushed gently --something that was very unusual for him-- at the doe until he managed to get her entire body onto the sled, and once there he nosed at her limbs and head so that she would curl up like she had been before. During this entire process, he would only pause when she stirred, and then just until she settled once more.
With his newest treasure safely on the pulling device, he trotted around and grabbed hold of the thick end of the branch, beginning to pull it towards a series of caves hidden in the deepest, darkest part of the swamp, where no other soul chose to live, other than his companion, Massacre.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:53 pm
The doe tossed a bit while the buck got her onto the sled of sorts, but never quite woke up. The doe was fairly good during the trip, she would toss a bit, but never seemed to quite wake up. She must have tossed a little too much though because suddenly her hair got caught on a bush, causing a snag in the pulling efforts from the buck... and if he kept pulling she'd surely wake up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:16 pm
A sudden jerk from the sled, and Manslaughter immediately stopped. He turned his head over his shoulder to take a look and find out what had happened, the doe was still lying on top of the branches and nests, but it looked like... part of her hair had gotten snagged on something. So, he dropped the branch and walked around the sleeping doe, peering over at her to see if she really was asleep, and as far as he could tell, she was. Satisfied with that, he treads over to where her hair has gotten caught and amazingly gently begins pulling it out of the bush's grasp, afterall, how would he know how sensitive this doe was to her hair being touched? And he sure as hell didn't want her to wake up part way through this trek! Once he finished that, he folded her hair over her body, making sure that none of the strands stuck out over the edge of the sled, so as to avoid something like this happening again.
Picking up the branch once more, he continued on his way, checking back over his shoulder every so often to make sure all of her hair --and other parts for that matter-- stayed inside the perimeter of his pulling device. The rest of the walk was uneventful, and the only tricky part was pulling her gently over a bit of a drop that was the outside fence to his domain.
In truth, this fence was just a series of naturally occurring boulders and rocks, but it was definitely the markings of his territory. Inside of this sometimes towering, sometimes small rock wall, grew a lot of dark, twisted trees, none too tall, but none that were shrubs. There was also a creek that ran around the edge of the area, ending in a calm pool that dropped off into a waterfall on the tall side of the rocks. Next to this pool was a series of caves, starting with the largest of those being right next the water's edge. Inside of some of these caves were remains, some still meaty, others just notched bones, and inside of others there were little treasures, or souvenirs from all over the swamp, but the most interesting cave of all was the largest one, for this one was his den.
His cave-den had a large overhang, shielding it from the worst of weather, and once inside, it could be seen that the walls had markings all over them, smears made of blood, markings that were in truth names... And along the edges of the floor bones were strewn, but not just any bones... big ones, and rib cages, mostly in-tact, obviously prized meals.
And this den was exactly where Manslaughter had just dragged the beautiful maiden, sleeping peacefully, and he planned to never let her go. She --he had decided-- was his most prized treasure, for he knew that in all the swamp, there was no doe more beautiful than this.
And as always, upon arrival, it was dark --not that it mattered whether it was day or night, it was always dark in his abode-- and that meant that it was time for Manslaughter to head out and bring something back home to eat. So, leaving the doe tucked neatly inside his den, he tried that thing, nuzzling just once, shivered, decided that was enough of a goodbye, and headed off into dwindling evening. He would find Massacre and they would hunt down a prized meal, for he could only feed the best to his new treasure, only the best.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 4:23 pm
It was awhile after Manslaughter left that Dream finally woke up alone and in the dark. Her bright blue eyes glowed in the dark cave as she looked around curiously. She was not sure where she was. Had she always been in a cave? She could have sworn she was under a tree when she took her nap, and now she was in a cave. There was dirt on the ground instead of the soft grass, a cold and musky breeze. There were no sounds of animals or birds chirping their songs.
Slowly, she stood up and looked around. There were bones on the floor of the cave and smears of colour on the walls. She shook her head, causing a large amount of flowers to land on the sled under her. This place sure could use some colour of a non-red variety! She slowly picked up some flowers and placed them around the cave, between some bones, some over some rocks. It looked much brighter! She bent over to pick up more flowers with her mouth when she heard that noise again. With a mouth full of flowers she paused and twisted her head towards the mouth of the cave.
Mmmfft wus zat?
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 3:15 pm
It had taken him a while, but he managed to track down a good-sized coyote. He had even taken the precaution of killing it as cleanly as he could, and catching it unawares so that upon death it's muscles were still relaxed and not tense. After having snapped it's neck, he picked it up and carried it over to the nearest stream where he proceeded to tear off it's skin and then carefully cleaned it in the water. He would normally just eat the damn thing by tearing into it, spitting out clumps of fur as they got in the way, but today was obviously not a normal day for this demon.
Picking it up gently, to leave as few puncture wounds as possible, Manslaughter now trotted back to his territory to present this delicious meal to his newest treasure.
Upon arrival, he slowly lay down the dripping wet carcass on a particularly large but short rock that served well as a plate, if one the size of a whole kimeti's body. Having done that, he rummaged about the trees strewn about and plucked a few leaves of this and that, and even a bough or two of berries. These, he too brought over and lay down on the slab and then carefully arranged and re-arranged them, and re-arranged them again.
He was trying to get this just right for the doe, and were he paying attention to anything else, he would have heard her stirring and shuffling towards the mouth of the cave, but he was much too occupied with presenting these berries in the best way for them to accent the delicious meat that he had caught for her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:36 pm
The doe slowly moved towards the entrance of the cave, glowing eyes looking back and forth, her mouth softly pressing against the flowers filling her mouth. She didn't want to ruin them after all! She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep here, or not, but maybe her friends had come back after running away so suddenly. Maybe that's what all the commotion outside was, they were calling for her to go play with them! What she seen at the entrance of the cave was not her friends waiting but something out of a dream. The figure was dark with glowing red eyes, it's attention pressing on it's task...
Mmmfft? Hwew is zat?
She stepped forward once, stepping on a twig just at the entrance of the cave.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:06 pm
So engrossed in perfecting the arrangement of the berries, Manslaughter didn't hear a thing until a twig snapped. It caused him to reflexively whip around, lower his head and face this distraction, all in a matter of half a second. But when his eyes really focused on what he was seeing, and his mind caught up to his actions, he found himself glaring at the doe that he had almost ceremoniously dragged into his cave.
Upon realizing this, his expression softened into one of a creepy -if well-meant- smile and he opened his mouth to speak, but it came out all wrong. "Meat. I caught. For you. Here." He finally managed to stop himself, and his brow furrowed while a deep growl came rumbling out of his throat. Why would he say stupid things like that? What was he thinking? He tried again after clearing his throat.
"I meant to say... that I had caught you the finest piece of meat in the area, and it is ready to be devoured." He said this politely -if that is something a creature like him is capable of- and as he did so, he moved out of the way, to reveal the meal behind him. The meat lay lusciously caressed by the berries and leaves he had found, and it was clean of any blood, which he would have claimed was a shame, but he did not want to offend his newest treasure right from the start. He needed to see how she would react to this first, and perhaps later ease her into the glory of blood and murder. He would be very upset if anything were to ruin this being's beauty, and planned on keeping her, at least for the time being.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:34 pm
The doe looked at the creature in front of her. It was a buck. Yes. It was a buck. Her bright blue eyes stared intently at him. Even so, she didn't seem to notice how she startled him, or how he was glaring at her so intently. It was almost as if she missed her cue and came out onto the stage at the wrong time. He was not prepared! The doe made muffled giggles through the flowers she held in her mouth as she heard the buck direct her to the meat in such a... cute manner. She was reminded of the mongoose she was playing with earlier!
She found herself wandering over to the meat. It was so clean, spotless even. She glanced at the decorations and berries around it. He put so much work into it... It was very nice of him to offer her food like this! She would have to thank him somehow... somehow. She knew just the thing! She trotted over to the buck with the red eyes and looked him in the face: eye to eye. Carefully she took the flowers from her mouth and first tucked on between his horns, one on the horn over his muzzle and then arranged various other ones over the scales on his body. Then she looked at him with her bright blue eyes and while smiling softly with her at him she said, "Thank you!"
Appropriately she wandered back over to the food he had so kindly gathered for her, carefully leaning down so her hair didn't fall over her face, she took a bite of the meat, not minding at all that it was in fact meat. She paused, and nudged her muzzle against the meat, pushing it slightly towards him. "Would you care to join me?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:55 pm
He watched the doe as she came closer, as she inspected the meat, and even when she came over to look him in the face, look him in the eye. What a strange sensation... he had never been the one receiving a bold stare... he was always the one giving it.... a shiver ran down his spine, but he kept perfectly still otherwise, he did not wish to disturb the doe from whatever she was... WHAT?
His expression instantly changed from a calm one, into one of complete disbelief and shock. She had just... placed... a flower between his horns. And... another... and another... and hundreds more! (Well, not really, but he definitely would be saying so should he ever have to re-tell this tale. Somehow it seems that this would be a story that would never leave his own mind.).
Throughout her entire decorating session, he merely stood stock-still, unable to move, should he even have tried. What the hell did she think she was doing? What was the meaning of these stupid fragrant things placed all over him? All their smells and their stupid softness and their colors. Oh, swamp, their colors! This alone made his nose scrunch up into a display of displeasure and disgust.
As if in a trance, the demon -now covered in lovely, colorful flowers- did not react until the doe spoke. And when she did, he merely reacted by following her request and nearing the food. Once there, he carefully lowered his rump until it met the ground and then craned his neck forward and took a rather massive bite out of the meat. As he chewed, and throughout the endeavour of actually making it over to join her, Manslaughter had his eyes glued to the doe's blue ones and his mind was completely blank, except for one sentence:
What the hell?
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:59 pm
The dream maiden stared at the demon with her soft but piercing blue eyes. The enemy of the demon, flowers, peeked softly out of her hair like a never ending river. They almost seemed as if they were growing out of her mass of hair, but the doe smile, she smiled at the buck. Softly, she delighted in his agreement and joining her. She found herself looking around his nest. It seemed so familiar, like something she once dreamed.
"Your home is very nice," she said. "Like out of a dream!"
She found herself giggling, watching the buck as he ate, or more or less chewed in a very stunned manner. He was watching her. Was he watching her to make sure she finished the delightful food he prepared for her? She made sure to clean every drop of it before she took a step back, twirling around slightly with her steps. Her hair spun carefully around, missing things it might get snagged on.
"Oh, that was delicious!" She delighted.
"Thank you," she begun. "It was ever so kind of you to prepare such a wonderful meal for me!"
Her voice lingered for a moment, and dropped a little. "I... I hope it wasn't any trouble."
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