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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:44 pm
 FEATHERFALLFeatherfall is kind of morbid. She enjoys finding corpses and bones, likes to research how long it takes for things to rot, and is focused on these things to the point of being a little socially inept. She, her daughter Water Runs Red, and a few other kimeti she's brought to her cause live in a huge cave system in the swamp. Featherfall doesn't ask or want for much -- but the one thing she DOES want, though, is to mate -- repeatedly -- with bucks with skeleton markings, to see how that passes down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:45 pm
QUICKSANDTorn, indecisive, proud. Has near-crippling OCD and is trying to master it alone. Would be a Tidewalker if she ever made it to the beach -- but instead, she leads kin [usually young ones] on adventures in the swamp: agility training, climbing, and obstacle courses she builds herself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:46 pm
WINDJAMMERWindjammer was one of the first wave of kiokote to the swamp.
The youngest daughter of a successful stallion, she has tried very hard to be a diplomat and a successful people-person like her father, but she has an anxious and frenetic personality which sometimes undermines her attempts.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:48 pm
BEETLESHELLAs close to truly nocturnal as a kimeti ever gets, Beetleshell sleeps in a large nest under a mangrove tree during the day. At night, she begins her nightly task of finding insects, which she transplants closer to her home. Around Beetleshell's nest is a haphazard garden of undergrowth, messily arranged to provide homes for the insects. Her knowledge of the bugs of the swamp is almost encyclopedic to the point of obsession or simple insanity, and it is easy to assume Beetleshell is insane, what with her actions and her odd, stilted method of speaking: however, she is possessed of a vast, clinical and quite sharp intelligence.
She is guarded by particularly large giant wasp named Bleeder, and was the very first kimeti to make any appreciable bond with such a strange creature.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:50 pm
DOVETAILEthereal, shy, and innocent, Dovetail is a kind-hearted but almost cripplingly shy animal lover. The trick to making friends with this doe is to make friends with her animals first.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:51 pm
BITTER HARVESTHe dreamed of his own death before ever taking a breath and woke up only to be immediately swarmed by the beetles of his mother's garden. As a foal, he wandered for days blind, weak, and nearly dead from insect stings: as a result, he wasn't entirely sure whether he was alive or dead for a long time. Underneath his bright coat, his skin is riddled with thousands of scars from bug bites and stings. Bitter Harvest is rather insane, staggering around the swamp and constantly pondering his own mortality; as such, he has very few qualms about inflicting pain on others, or even eating carrion.
Bitter Harvest is not particularly good or bad in nature: just a fascinating, terrifying sort.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:55 pm
WATER RUNS RED | BLOODIED She knows a great deal about death and how best to preserve bones -- how to slough off skin and tissue from bones, how best to dry them, and how to identify a bone just by looking at it. She wishes that she did not have such strange knowledge, since it makes conversation awkward, but hopes it will come in some use someday. Until then, Bloodied keeps her head down and works industriously, never once allowing a complaint to pass her lips.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:56 pm
SERENADE OF WATERFlow would have been born a fish if she'd had a say in things. Though born during one of the driest summers known to Matope, her underwater dream was full of cool water, moist sand and brilliantly-colored fish. Her favorite places in the swamp are those with an abundance of water, whether clear (her favorite) or choked with duckweed. On hot days she's up to her nose in it, and during rainstorms she's seeking the places with few trees to feel the downpour beat on her back. She's too active to let her love of water manifest as a longing if she can't find any; she simply roams around the swamp finding puddles and pools and eating the fish or shellfish she finds within them. On especially dry days and in the dry season, she carries around a small, smooth river-rock in her mouth, sucking on it to taste the waters it came from.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:57 pm
 FLINTProne to brooding, handsome Flint has an excess of sharp words and quick, angry outbursts. He is the latest watch taken on the beach; it is common to find him standing with his hooves just at the tideline, watching the surf roll in, frowning at the horizon. Woe betide anyone who asks Flint what's wrong in those times; he is just as apt to lash out with hooves and teeth as a cutting remark designed to hurt. He's not ALL bad -- just mostly awful. Since growing up and leaving the beach he has mellowed, but no one does anger quite like Flint.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:59 pm
THUNDERSTRUCKThunderstruck denies herself what few creature comforts are to be had on the beach in search of inner peace and balance. While this might seem strange in a land of such bounty, Thunderstruck has an ample supply of conviction and holds to her ideals in the face of any adversity. As such, she is left largely to herself by the other Tidewalkers, but is one of the more stable personalities on the beach. Despite her lean frame, seemingly too petite and delicate to put in hard work, Thunderstruck is a surprisingly strong sort, both in character and in physical presence.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:01 pm
WALKS WITHOUT RHYTHMpre-ascension form
Stern, authoritative and dour Walks Without Rhythm was always hard to find: since ascending to Legendary, he has become even more of a hermit. Despite that, he is an extremely capable hunter and survivalist, and if his ribs show and his coat is a little thin, and his hooves cracked ... it is made up for by the keen intelligence in his blue-on-blue eyes. He is a bit more cautious and decisive than swamp-born kimeti, more apt to strike first and ask questions later. Wanderers onto his territory are offered what meager hospitality he can offer, and then shown back out nearly as soon as they've caught their breath. He never explains why, and very few kin have ever managed to crack his outer shell.
Not that anyone has come to him for a blessing, but Slide will not bless mushroom-influenced clutches.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:04 pm
BLINDSIGHTA nearly-blind doe who is frustrated with her inability to see, and who may or may not be an item with Cicadasong.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:06 pm
STORMBREAKERA half-kimeti kiokote who is the arbiter of family disputes while they search for their missing kimeti parent.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:07 pm
CATCHING FIRECatching Fire prances about the swamp in something of a high gear: he is constantly moving, and something of a contact juggler, bouncing river-rocks or pebbles off of his nose to then kick it with his hind hooves, batting it off of his tail -- he is always in motion, and frenetic motion at that. An unkind word has never passed his lips -- with that being said, he is not known to have entirely sane notions, either. Catching Fire is sweet, friendly, and always willing to lend a hand, a story, or a song ... but he may be more than a little daft.
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