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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 8:22 pm
The night was no longer young, but the dawn had not yet began to chase it as The Croatoan moved through the swamp. Fireflies danced about his hooves and antlers, attracted to the glowing. He did not mind. They were friends, messengers, and heralds. They told him of things in the swamp and beyond, told him of his Father's wishes. Yes, good friends.
Coming to the edge of the water, he lowered his head to drink, not bothered by the brackish water. His mate had gone to visit her parents, leaving him to guard the swamp alone for the time being. He doubted there would be many intruders, save the strange pawed spirits that wore pelts that passed through. His Father had told him enough to keep his distance from them, though.
Having had his fill of water, he began to move on, following the fireflies to wherever they might lead him. After all, they had always been right before in their messages.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:29 pm
Galloping in the night as she is trying to figure out what is what. Her dreams have been giving her hints to her past. This is something she has thought about. But getting to know another one of her breed. It might lead to something. While Tsumetai is up in the snowy area dealing with trees and Shadow is courting a new mare about. She thought it was time she tried to find some clues about her past. Maybe it would get these dreams to stop. She enters the swap as she slows her gallop to a prance. Looking about as the water was enough to make her want the clean clear waters to bathe in.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:45 pm
Treading through the glade, the glow of his antlers and hooves lighting his way, The Croatoan soon came upon a a body of water at the edge of his normal territory. Standing in the shadows, he could just make out movement of something in the dark coming toward him. It did not sound as if it were one of the animal spirits, though. This creature had hooves.
As the mare came into the moonlight, The Croatoan blinked. A rainbow spirit out so late? She must be lost. "Do you need help, little spirit?" he called from the darkness.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 10:01 pm
Hearing someone call out. Shika stops as she looks about. She is close enough to see the glow coming from the stallion as she sighs a bit. "I am not dead.. So I am not a spirit. Lost.. Well not really. I don't think so anyways." She points out as she walks slowly up to the stallion looking at him. "You glow. It seems to me that I can always find Soquili who have a glow to them."
She stops a few feet from him. Standing still as her colors are brighter the closer she is it seems.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 10:21 pm
How is it that no spirit ever thinks of themselves as such? The Croatoan watched the mare approach, his expression completely blank. If he was scared or happy to see her, it did not show.
"You are sure you are not a rainbow spirit? You are very brightly colored and you have appeared in The Croatoan's glade. Many spirits do wander through here," the stallion said, watching her with glowing eyes as the fireflies circled about the two Soquili.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 1:50 pm
Shika looking at him more. "Most hear the word spirit and think of something dead.. Therefore in that sense I am not a spirit seeing I am living not dead." She points out again as she stretches a bit "Rainbow I am. But Spirit no. Just a mare looking for clues to my past." She sighs a bit as she flicks her tail and listens to him.
"Are you sure they are spirits. Or are they living others that you call spirits?" She wonders trying to understand this stallion. Right now she is thinking that he has lost it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 2:24 pm
The Croatoan thought this over. This one was inquisitive, yes? Or perhaps... "Have you been sent to test The Croatoan? To see if he truly believes?" He stepped closer to her, the glowing mutated horns and large face-splitting grin more apparent. "It has been sometime since he has spoken with his Father, but the Croatoan believes still. He watches the glade as promised. Always."
He tilted his head slightly. "You came here to seek answers about yourself as well? What could you learn from the Croatoan?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 3:11 pm
Sighing as she isn't sure how to deal with this stallion. "I am not testing you. I am telling you. Dead things are spirits. I am not dead so I am not a spirit. But you may and can as well as should believe in what you believe in. And no matter what another says you shouldn't question your beliefs. Are you called Croatoan?" She wonders a bit.
She then looks at him closer. "You could pass as a spirit with how you glow. And I am not sure what I could learn from you if anything."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 3:35 pm
The stallion stood still, studying the strange rainbow spirit before him. "Yes, he is called the Croatoan. Perhaps you are not whom he believed you to be at first. Curious."
Moving closer again, fireflies flitting about him and trailing behind, the Croatoan leaned close, giving an eerie grin. "No spirit is he. The Crotoan is the son of the Forest God. He protects his Father's glade and teaches his Word to those that will listen. You could learn much from him."
He stepped back a pace, turning to look out over the swampy waters of the glade, head titled slightly as if listening to the fireflies circling his head. "About your kind, he does not know. Mother abandoned him to the wilds. She did not stay to teach him of her kind, your kind." He looked back at Shika once again. "Perhaps, of our kind, we can learn together, were there one to teach."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 4:24 pm
"And who did he believe I am at first?" She wonders as she looks at the stallion before her. Once he came closer and leaned in with an eerie grin as she listens to him. "It is nice that you protect your father's glade. But what it is that I can learn from you?" Pointing out as she stands there not moving no matter how close he has gotten to her. "I am called Shika-Nijiiro. And I am sorry to hear about your mother. My kind seems to be called Cerynei and are deer like. But that is all I really know." Stating this as she stretches a bit watching the stallion wondering why he talked the way he did. As if in the third person. It was odd and she has never met someone who has done that before.
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