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 Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:22 am
  It was raining as hard as it could, it seemed. There wasn't a dry place in sight, much to Nightshade's annoyance. Being covered in mud all the time made her feel gross. At least the rain had cleaned the top of her coat. Everything below her knees was coated with thick mud. Moonshine, Nightshade's moth, was trying to stay as dry as possible, folding her wings close to her body. Soil, her mongoose, was covered from head to toe in mud, chuckling to himself at the situation.
Nightshade had no idea why she was here in the first place. No festival was going on, so there weren't very many kimeti around. Some were in the distance, their forms hidden in the density of the swamp.
((not the greatest intro but it's something basic to work with I guess))
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 1:44 pm
 If the kimeti had lived in the sky, Moon Son would've appeared as a wraith, for the gray of his fur all but matched the dark clouds high above the trees. As it was, the rain made him seem translucent, moving in and out of clear view in the downpour ... well, almost. He was a little too muddy to be invisible. Deadly Nightshade may have been trying to carefully avoid becoming utterly soiled, but Moon Son might as well have wallowed in the mud. He'd been out roaming, running and hunting and generally looking for things of interest—whatever those may have been at the time. Now he was on his way back, always taking a different route. The gray buck noticed the red doe that dissolved into his vision from between slanted lines of rain. It might not have been the first time he'd seen her, but he didn't know her name. Might as well be friendly, he thought, if only because the weather is not. Still too far for conversation, Moon Son deviated his path just enough in her direction.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:26 am
Nightshade had heard rustling through the mud closer to her than all the other kimeti. Not trying to look paranoid, she just kept on with her talk with Moonshine. her wings, not to mention her whole body, were soaked, just like everyone else. Soil was sitting under a little waterfall of semi clean water that the Ghost Thistle mound had formed on one edge, attempting to get some of the mudd off.
Finally, she turned, to see a very very gray kimeti walking through the rain. If he wasn't so covered in mud, he'd have blended in. Not sure whether or not he was approaching her directly or just walking, she waited.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:43 pm
The muddy buck was, indeed, headed in Nightshade's direction. Head high in the rain, he inhaled the scent of water, mud, swamp, and kimeti. Yellow eyes blinked, for the doe was unfamiliar. Slowing his gait, Moon Son offered friendly noise, a hum, and looked in Nightshade's direction.
About to speak, he stopped suddenly, almost awkwardly, head tilting to scratch something immediate and distracting on his dirty, wet hide. Then he spoke anyway, not skipping a beat from itch to voice as if he'd already been in conversation,
"Not the finest weather for a walk ... though it's good to know I'm not the only one out in it." His words faded into a toothy grin, wild-like, "Unless, of course, you're enduring this downpour against your will."
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 7:37 pm
Nightshade smiled, proving that she was more friend than foe. She hoped he was the same. This buck looked like he'd just finished rolling around in the mud like an overjoyed foal. It amused her, but she wasn't sure why, considering how cleanly she usually was.
To answer his question, she said, "My den has been flooded to it's ceiling, so I suppose I am here agains my will. But it seems the Ghost Thistle Mound called to me, so late this night. I figured, why not, considering I have nowhere else to go or be."
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 1:50 pm
"Oh." Moon Son breathed with a sympathetic dip of his ears, blinking yellow eyes in the rain, "At least the Mound is above water. That's most unfortunate about your den."
He wasn't very good at one den. He had a few, though that didn't mean he remembered where they all were. He wandered too much for that. Shifting his hooves in the mud, Moon Son added,
"Perhaps the Mound calls us all when we need it, even though I feel I'm just passing through."
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:37 am
Nightshade thought a moment. "Perhaps..." The depression that always plagued her was setting in, just like the storm overhead seemed to be. It won't stop raining for a while, and neither will she. Weird terminology, but she knows how it feels. Sighing heavily, she looked to Moonson, but for what? Hope? Maybe.
"I'm Deadly Nightshade. You can call me Nightshade though."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:45 am
Moonson shifted a little in the mud, resisting the urge to rudely continue to scratch the itch that was somewhere caked under his soaked-through fur. He flashed a hint of a friendly expression, perking up his ears with a tilt of his gray muzzle, noting her sigh,
"Greetings, Nightshade." He said quietly. If it had been raining any harder, the volume of his normal speaking voice may have actually made it hard to hear, "I'm Moonson."
The buck considered offering one of his dens, but he wasn't entirely sure anywhere he'd slept recently would be any more above water than the dark red doe's own home. He swished his tail in thought for a moment, "Will you be seeking new shelter or just waiting for the rain to finish it's rather drenching course?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:40 pm
Nightshade smiled. "I'm not sure what I want to do as of yet. " Glancing at Moonson, she asked, "What have you to do out here in such a storm?"
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