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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 6:41 pm
 Mirage stepped silently through the swamp, her gait spiced with a small limp that made her almost hypnotizing to watch, searching. Though, how exactly one searches for a Legendary was still a bit hazy, her mate's wise words calmed her while the movement in her swollen belly urged her onward. 'Mysteries walk in many shapes. Once gone, but now returning, the Legendaries blessed mothers long ago and made our race grow strong. Although we don't know if their return bids good or ill as of yet, my dreams and my heart tell me all will be well, my dear.'And she, Mirage, the doe who trusted no kin and never asked for help, followed his words without complaint or question, for the good of their children.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 1:21 pm
 One does not find Meets-the-Sea so much as she finds you. While passing on her way through the swamp to the ocean, Meets experiences one of her newly familiar twinges of knowing -- a ripple of heightened senses that starts at the tip of her head fin and tingles its way down her spine. She has found that this sense is almost like a proximity gauge -- an indication that a kin nearby needs her, or is searching for her, whether they know it yet or not. Turning from her meandering path, the mare flicks out her ears, searching. It is only a few moments later that Meets-the-Sea steps out, daintily but with purpose, from behind the roots of a branching mangrove tree. Her eyes glow a deep purple-black as she blinks at the doe in front of her, taking her in. "I believe you were looking for something," she says, her tone knowing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:55 pm
The sudden appearance of the tall and finned Legend startled her, causing Mirage to step back suddenly, snapping a twig beneath her hoof. Her ears pressed flat against her head, she eyed the seemingly aquatic doe. Haze had been right, these Legendaries were strange. '...All will be well, my dear...'Mirage pushed back her cautiousness and drew her self up, holding the creature's gaze. "Indeed," The white doe blinked back, "And I will continue, unless you have what I seek."The doe reeled her self in for a moment. She should be more polite, this was, after all, a Kimeti chosen by the MotherFather themselves. Haze would want her to be respectful, and he was just so hard to say no to. So, the doe relaxed and lowered her head. "Please, if you are, I ask for a blessing for my children, so that they may be as wonderful a leader as their father shall be."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:28 pm
Meets-the-Sea raises her eyebrows at the doe's determination. She was not expecting that -- this doe had seemed meek on first impression -- but even the swamp could not see everything. The mare watched the doe's body language carefully as she lowered her head and continued.
Ah, a strength stood behind her then, the strength of a mate that she drew upon. Meets smiled, tilted her head. Maybe one day this doe would find strength of her own, but for now --
"You need seek no further." The mare paused, closed her eyes, let the spirit of the swamp fall over her like a blanket. When her eyes opened again, the dark glow seemed to shine a little brighter. "Your children will be strong of spirit and of will." She smiled at the young doe knowingly. "The task of motherhood will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Keep strong."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:14 pm
'...Strong of spirit and of will...'Mirage nodded, pleased with this foretelling. Strength of all types would be a wonderful asset to a leader. Oh how she hoped they carried after their father well. "Many thanks," The white doe bowed once more, "I will do my best."les vagues This post... It is weak and fail and doesn't deserve to be posted! But alas, tis all I can do after a shot of Nyquil. ;^ ;
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 1:06 pm
Meets-the-Sea smiled down at the doe once more, feeling motherly towards this mother-to-be. She felt motherly toward so many young does these days.  "Do not worry. You will be a fine mother," she pronounced, before her form shifted, the solidity of the finned mare seeming to flow back into the shadow-crane and fill it like water in a container. When only the crane remained, Meets took two long-legged steps forward and bowed her head to the doe, black bird eyes glowing. Then, with a leap and a rush of wings, the crane took to the sky and was gone. Blinded By Silence Don't worry about it, your post was fine! There's nothing wrong with short. :3 It was about 500x better than anything I could have done while on Nyquil, hahha. Anyway, unless you wanna do a little wrap-up post for Mirage, I think we are done here!
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