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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 6:40 pm
 The crane was very carefully stalking through the edge of the water, making sure to create as few ripples across the surface as possible. She didn't need the fish to notice she was there, now did she! Now... if she could just find the right place.... There!
She stops in a particularly reedy area near the edge of the pool of water, and stands as still as she possible can, with her beak hovering just over top of the water's surface. And she will wait. Patient, and calculating, she will not strike until the exact perfect moment arises. And only then will she dip her beak into the water to snatch up a fish... but until then... she waits.
Her feathers are golden, with streaks of blue and black. She is a majestic creature, one of Mother Swamp's chosen... and even more than that, she is truly a Legendary in her alternate form. But only once another being spies into her eyes, would they be able to be positive that she was in fact another, as they glow like a kimeti's eyes, like the firebugs at night time.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:01 pm
 The lynx was hungry and wandered off the edge of the water to catch some fish. He was carefree and wild. He didn't mind prancing in the water, fearless of the crocodiles lurking around the water. He reached the edge of the pool of water and walked in. Cooling his warm paws. Refreshed the wild golden creature gazed around for fish. He looked around the pool of water and saw the creatures of Matope. The foxbuns, snakes, and cranes all around the swamp. He saw a golden crane with black markings and stared. This one seemed different then the rest. He thought to the swamp, "is she in her true form" the water seemed cooler. Lost Light backed away from the pool that now chilled his paws and waited for a response.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:12 pm
There it was! And as the opportunity presented itself, so she reacted. Her head went in, beak-first, in one fluid motion it broke the surface, met the fish, and brought it out. Once out, she tilted her head back and tossed it up just high enough so that it turned streamline to make it neatly into her mouth and down her throat. It was only while she was swallowing that she realised that she was being addressed.
Her head tilted to one side and she looked around the pool, trying to identify the one who projected his voice. The one who had asked if she was shifted... and there! She saw him. A sleek white and gold lynx, standing at the edge of the pool, almost opposite her. His paws were wet... they must have been what made the fish flee in her direction. In response, she replies silently, "Yes... I am in that form that was once taken from me. As you seem to be, my feline friend." Her wings spread out and she stretched before adding, "My name is Webweave. Have you a name?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:42 pm
Lost Light herd the echo of Matope and herd the crane speak. He could tell. Webweave was her name and she had also been graced by the swamp. He scurried over to the other side of the water to size up this creature that was his equivalent. He looked into her glowing white eyes, filled with a dream of struggle. A glimpse into her soul perhaps, He wondered if she could see into him as well. He walked closer to the crane and resonded to her, "My name is Lost Light, I see we both have been blessed by the motherfather." He grinned and then sat. "Do you want talk of the winds and the river flow, in our similar vestures?" OOC: The struggle i mention was an allusion to webweave's naming dream. Just an idea. If you want to go along with that'd be cool. Here's Lost Light's naming dream x
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:12 pm
She watched him as he made his way around the water, watched his fluid movements and how gracefully he could leap and bound. Yes, it was easy to see why Motherfather chose certain creatures to be her true image.
As she looked him over, and looked into his bright golden eyes she caught a glimmer of an image: a bright bolt connecting the earth and the sky. Brightness meeting darkness.
But only a moment later it was gone. Which left her questioning what it was... until he introduced himself. Lost Light he said, and she nodded, understanding. She had seen into him, for just a moment. Saw what he saw in his first instances of life.
"It is a strange and yet beautiful feeling, isn't it Lost Light? Being able to walk in another body?" she replied silently, her mind doing the speaking and the swamp passing it over for the other Legendary to hear.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:27 pm
Lost Light agreed, it was strange jumping and clawing with this body that he was chosen to carry out the tasks of Matope in. He enjoyed the mobility but the spirit of the lynx was untamed and was tiring to the old kimeti. " It is definatley strange, but it is what the motherfather wants. It must be a thrill to fly and see the grounds of the swamp from above. Webweave, have you ever flown above the edge of the swamp, and peaked at the grasslands?" Lost Light pondered what he had once seen the edge of but never crossed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:38 pm
She nodded again, of course, what the Motherfather wanted, she got, and she was not going to be one to argue that. As for the flying... She spread her wings once more, holding them at their extent as she spoke. "It is the most wondrous of feelings, by far. Having the wind ruffle your feathers, being pushed upwards by up-drafts in the sky... being able to see the swamp unfold below you... Ahhhh yes. It is wonderful indeed. But the edges of the swamp... bear a sort of border in my mind. I have not yet been able to bring myself to poke wingtips past the treeline. Yes, I have seen -if from afar- the great expanse that has short green and yellow grass... but like I said, I have not strayed there myself."
And then she folded her wings once more and asked more lightheartedly, "But what of having claws? How is that, my more dexterous friend?" She cocked her head again and looked more closely at his toes, even leaned in a little closer, trying to inspect them, take in their glorious details at closer proximity.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:56 pm
 Lost Light listened with interest, flying sounded mavelous. To be so close to the moon and the clouds. Lost Light looked at his right paw and clenched, his claws protruded. He never really felt jelouse before. but then he thought about the question Webweave asked. He spoke in a seriouse tone. "These claws give me strength and stability, but it is my paws that make feel as if the ground is part of me. I can feel the each groove and every pebble. To feel the movement and the voice of the motherfather with me in every step, for Matope to never leave me..." Lost Light returning to his normal non-jelouse self realized how amazing his swamp givin vessle was. "Having claws and paws is great." He looked at the crane and smiled. With his claw he wrote his name in glyph on the mud.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:10 pm
 She listened with great interest, trying to imagine what it would be like to be able to feel every tiny little crack in the mud underfoot, and being able to feel the warmth and coolness change by the tiniest measurements... it sounded so amazing! And for a second, even she got jealous of this closeness to the Motherfather... but it was only a momentary weakness. Her flight was her gift from Mother Swamp, and that was how she wanted Webweave to be close to her... and for that, she would be ever greatful. Though she might be slightly envious of the separate toes of such a powerful creature... but she sighed and smiled instead, happy with her ability of flight. Mother Swamp knew each and every kimeti well, and she knew how to connect with them.
As Lost Light stretched his toes, Webweave leaned in ever closer, but a crane's beak was long, and intrusive, so she only leaned close enough to see clearly, not enough to touch. He began scrawling... something.... Ah! His glyph! She grinned at it and nodded, "Very good, yes. I see that. A good depiction of your dream." Bending her neck down, she proceeded to draw her own glyph next to his, using her beak. Once done, she drew back and looked at it with one eye, and then the other and gave a slight 'hmph' of approval.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:32 pm
 Lost Light needed rest. It had been a long day and he needed to grab some food and then sleep. He reverted to his birth form as a kimeti. Then he streched his body and cracked his old bones. "Would you like to catch some fish with me some time?" He asked as he headed towards a berry bush. He began picking a few berries with his mouth as his  foxbun Water came out from around the bushes with some berries. "There you are buddy." Lost Light smiled at Webweave, hoping she would show her birth form so if they met again he would recognize her in both bodies.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:44 pm
 Her intelligent eyes watched the lynx as it shifted back into a kimeti, legs elongating and body growing. It was really a marvellous thing to watch, surely a rather rare thing to catch a glimpse of too, easily mistaken for a slight of eye. He asked aloud, if she would like to catch fish with him sometime, but she took her time in responding.
Before shifting, she righted some ruffled feathers and then closed her eyes, allowing the Swamp to take her over and to revert her back to her more comfortable kimeti form. Her long legs stretch out and her neck straightens as she re-opens her white eyes to take a new look upon her newest acquaintance, and only then does she reply, calmly, softly, "I would love to catch fish with you sometime. But in the meantime, I think we are both in need of rest. It has been an honor to have met you. May the Motherfather walk with you always." She bows her head and as she passes the stag by, she nudges him in a small bout of thanks and affection, hoping that he realizes her motion is to complete the connection that they both know that all creatures of the swamp have.
And with that, she continues on her way with only one glance over her shoulder, one last look at the stag, memorizing his stature and appearance, and making a note to herself that he should be one that she looks out for in the future, as she was sure there were many stories the two could share.
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