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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 5:05 pm
Mourning Fog managed to catch up a little bit and looked up to make sure Sunwing wasn't falling off his head. Yes, she was still sitting pretty up there. All of a sudden, he felt his front legs switch positions with his back legs. He had tripped over a root.
This sent him tumbling over himself, Sunwing flapping frantically and landing head on into the filly ahead of her. Honking, she hopped off of the young kimeti and waddled over to Mourning Fog, who groaned at his less-than-graceful halt.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 5:33 pm
Mourning Fog fell forwards, narrowly missing her, but the swan wasn't so lucky. When the swan collided with Last Whisper, the filly also fell face-first into the ground. She lay still for a moment, as the swan departed, and only then did she attempt to right herself. She slid her front limbs forwards to where they belonged, and stayed sitting. She was a little dazed, and there was mud all over her face and down her front. Instinctively, and without thinking, she turned around with a snarl and bared her teeth at the bird that had nearly flattened her, being practically her own size. Head lowered, eyes narrowed, ears back, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she saw the mass of limbs that was Mourning Fog, struggling on the ground.
She dropped to the ground, shook her head, trying to get of all the nasty thoughts that ran through her mind, and then crawled over to the pink buck, nudging him a little, "You ok?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:23 pm
Golden-Spider hears a commotion behind him. Stopping, he turns to have a look. Seeing Mourning Fog sprawled on the ground, and a rather muddy Last Whisper, it's obvious what happened, though not entirely how it happened. Hoping both are okay, he heads back to them. "You both alright?" He leans down, inspecting Mourning Fog's legs, worried about sprains and breaks. "No pain?" He glances at the filly, but as she's standing with no complaint, he figures she escaped with nothing more then a mud bath.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:37 pm
Deciding that athletics were not his forte, Mourning Fog slowly stood up and shook each limb. Just a few minor scrapes on his knees. He shook his head vigorously and told them, "I'm fine, thank you" with a slight chuckle. What an embarrassing thing to happen. It wasn't as bad as falling in front of a beautiful doe, however.
Sunwing shot a glance and nothing more at the filly. She honked in a way reminiscent of a scoff. She would have been sticking her tongue out right now if she could.
((hehe swanxfilly rivalry. Sunwing's pretty young though. so it kind of fits.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:49 am
Last Whisper remained where she was until she was sure that Morning Fog was, in fact, alright and not injured. There were a few scrapes on his knees... but none of them seemed too bad. None that were gushing blood, anyway. So she offered him a smile and turned back towards the way they were going, and began forwards again.
When the bird honked at her, she threw her head to the side, keeping it low, about shoulder height, and curled her lip up in a soft growl. Was there a new shine in her eye, or was that just not noticable before...?
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 1:17 pm
Relieved it's nothing serious, Golden-Spider nods and turns back around. Catching the exchange between filly and swan, he chuckles. Almost like siblings, those two are. He thinks, heading off back up the path.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 4:02 pm
Quickly licking his scrapes, he removed most of the dirt from him. The bitter taste, however, left a nasty grimace on his face as he spat out the dirt. Trotting to be at the filly's side, Mourning Fog's knees stung as he walked. They'll heal in no time, he hoped. This time, he was taking in his surroundings as he moved on, each trunk, log, rock, and root that crossed his path. He stepped gingerly here and there to make sure he wouldn't trip again. Then he would gallop a little while to keep up the pace.
Sunwing simply glided along, her position in between the filly and the golden buck.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 5:02 pm
The filly looked forward again and kept up with Golden Spider. He was leading them further into the swamp, the trees began to grow denser and closer together. Some of these, she couldn't even see the tops of when she stopped to look up. They had to be close now, right?
Just as she thought this, she heard a whisper in her own mind. 'There... there, Last Whisper... Don't you see it? I know you do... See it struggle in that vine? All yours! Just pounce!' And before she could think, she did. She dove into the underbrush to her right. Coming back out, she now wore a necklace of vine, with a newly dead mouse hanging tangled in it. There was a touch of blood on her lips, but she continued to walk alongside the others as if nothing had happened. She was not hiding anything, but she did this often, and was used to such random captures.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 7:30 pm
Hearing a scuffle, Golden-Spider turns, seeing Last Whisper reemerge from the foliage around them. Catching sight of her new adornment, and what's tangled in it, he stops, considering the filly. He knows Kimeti hunt, though he'd never run across one that hunted or ate mice. Curious. Wondering if she'd actually eat it, and wanting an answer enough to ask, Golden-Spider speaks. "Are you going to eat it?" He nods at her neck, indicating the furry critter there.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 8:27 pm
Mourning Fog turned his head and watched as the filly disappeared into the brush. He stopped and waited for her, wondering if she had a short attention span and abandoned him and the other buck. Quietly, he watched as she reappeared, now wearing a necklace-cage of vines that entrapped a small rodent in its grip.
He raised his brow but before he could say a word in response, Golden-Spider asked of her...dinner? Instead, he kept his brow raised, mouth slightly ajar, and tilted his head just slightly to the side.
Sunwing however, brought her head back in surprise. Or maybe it was disgust...
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 3:14 pm
Both bucks looked at her funny, so the filly stopped and cocked her head in return. When Golden Spider spoke, she realized they were referring to her capture, and that it must be something unique that she does. She looked down at her accessory, and replied, "Well... When we stop to eat, I will put him down somewhere flat, pick off his meat, perhaps eat some of the nice bits... and then leave the bones out to dry. I want his bones, you see."
They were still looking at her funny so when she looked up, she added, "On second thought, we should help Golden Spider find the voices and when I go home later, I will dry him out then... And hide him away with the others." She smiled but was unsure of their reactions, so she began walking once more, as if this were normal conversation, and only matter of fact.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:26 pm
Hearing the youngling's answer, Golden-Spider grins, again being reminded of a friend. "Another bone collector, eh? I've a friend who does the same with fish bones." His tone, and expression, shows that while he does think it odd, he does not think it bad. "Anyway, we're nearly there, so if you want to pick it apart feel free to." Turning, Golden-Spider continues on. By now, the foliage is so thick, and the light so dim, that when they reach a bog Golden-Spider doesn't recognize it until he's knee deep in it. Looking faintly embarrassed - after all he's the one who's supposed to know the way - and tries to play it off, continuing on and hoping the other two didn't see his surprise. "It's just about in the center of this bog that I heard them." Carefully picking his way through the water logged plant life, or is it plant choked water?, he heads toward the spot. With each step, Golden-Spider hears murmurings. Indistinct voices, and undecipherable words, clogging his mind like the plant matter clogging the water.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:29 pm
Mourning Fog's eyes remained on the filly. She seemed to get stranger and stranger the longer he was around her. It wasn't until the scenery became increasingly darker and more laden with foliage did he take his curious eyes off of her and look around. A bog? Where were they? He had never been to this neck of the swamp.
His ears fell a little limply against his head. What if they became lost? He was sure that he was well out of his normal range. He looked to Golden-Spider and laid all of his hope that the buck knew what he was doing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 11:09 pm
She felt the pink buck's eyes on her skin, but did not look at him, for fear of telling him off. She did not mind his stares, for she knew she was different. And she felt a little better at the mention of another bone collector, who keeps fish bones... she would have to seek him out one of these days... maybe ask for a good fishing spot. She had yet to collect any fish bones, herself.
The ground underneath became suddenly soggy; a bog. There was green everywhere. Every surface was overridden with plants. Her ears perked up and her eyes grew wider when they continued into the area. She had never been in a place quite like this before. The air was heavy and wet, even her coat was beginning to soak up the humidity. She said nothing for now, quietly surveying the new terrain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 3:24 pm
Trudging on, Golden-Spider strains his ears, as if physical senses could help him hear the voices in his head. Nearing the spot he'd been before, Golden-Spider stops, then walks forward a bit. Go! There! He'd heard it again. Desperately, he searches, stumbling through the water from one area to the next, questing for the voices. Go....there....find.... Each spot bringing him another word. Growling in frustration, Golden-Spider stops and turns, focusing on Last Whisper. "Do you hear them?!" His voice comes out harsh, frustrated.
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