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 Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:46 am
The cold sun filtered through the canopy of the mangroves that choked and hugged the swamp- Leaving in it's wake dappling all across the murky waters and mud. It was a perfect and perfectly average day in these lands and it made the orange buck sploshing his way to the outside edges of the grove very happy.
Singing happy.
He couldn't actually sing, though, and had resigned himself early on in life to telling his story as rhythmically as possible. It was something he did. It was how life was.
For any other kimeti that happened upon him- It was probably very obnoxious.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 3:20 am
What was it? A voice? A voice!
What was it on fine day like today that made the blissfu doe wander? Maybe it was a notion to go somewhere, anywhere, to just move about really, instead of letting such a fine day go to waste. Seldom were Go on's spirits down. She'd taken a keen interest in things far too easily, and from a distance a strange voice beckoned her closer. Was it singing that she had followed and neared the bend? It'd be impolite not to call it singing.
She stood on mere roots at the edge on the mangroves. Peering into muddy water, as if expecting to see her reflection staring back. Experience told the doe the presence of mud would be found just below the surface of the murk. The singer neared, first betrayed by the distinct splosh splosh sounds he had been making, and secondly by sight. Go on wanted to join the buck as he launched into another joyous rendition of...song.
She eyed the murk before once more, recalling stories of younguns getting swallowed up to their necks in the stuff. Her face skewed into the expression of mock seriousness. She took a precautionary step back. A move made wisest on solid ground. And so with a spectacular tumble and splash Go On found herself sitting just knee deep and covered head to to hoof in unpleasant smelling mud. What features one could make out, were grave, considering the recent mishap.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:10 pm
Disturbed by the sudden noise of a larger something falling into the mud the orange buck stopped mid word and went to investigate. It hadn't sounded like it was a something larger than himself, but definitely larger than a frog or random owlcat. It didn't once occur to him that a crocodile was both smaller than him and larger than an owlcat. So it was with unwitting fortune that what Do It found was a doe covered in mud. Skewing his eyes to look into her own bright orbs blinking balefully at from the muck he smiled. It was crooked but not dangerous looking at all.
"A doe covered in muck seems wrong, I can't lie. If perhaps you're not stuck I can help you get dry?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 5:21 am
Her ears flicked mud off its ends. Go On couldn't help but smile back at the stranger, though it was a rather embarrassed smile. Getting back on her feet she shook her head rapidly, tossing off more wet dirt then catching herself. The action might've been taken as a reply in the negative, she didn't want that. Help was always something very much appreciated in Go Ons mind.
"No! I mean yes! It's very kind of you to offer...S-sorry." she said at first alarmed then apologetic smile, realizing that her instinctive shake-dry had flung mud in the bucks direction.
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