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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 12:16 am
Immortal followed slowly behind the other two bucks on the way back to the full party, not because he was tired (he was never tired), but because he wanted to study this new creature some more. Glancing over, he could see that the older male was doing the same, and who could argue? This was the newest discovery, he was sure, for the swamp in quite some time! He had never even heard stories of such a long, running-built feline! And so his eyes captured every detail, the long limbs, the lithe build, the small head with tear markings under it's eyes... It was all... beautiful, actually. But he didn't quite trust it, and thus planned to keep a close eye on it.
As they reached the others, he looked around and quickly got a feel for everyone's reaction to their discovery. But how this was going to affect their earlier discussion... he wasn't sure. All he knew now, was that he was back at his brother's side, as promised, and that he was relieved that the forgetful buck was even still here, where he had left him.
Staring out onto the dunes, Memory had practically fallen asleep with his eyes open. He was not really seeing what was in front of him, but instead was seeing images that were surely only in his mind.
He saw lush green pastures with butterflies, he saw strange creatures running back and forth in a game of tag, he saw happiness. But all he felt was sadness. He was missing something, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was.
What stirred him from this state was rustling, and finally talking behind him. By the time that he turned around, having tuned back into the real world, his brother was already there, and in fact, was standing next to him. He gaped at him a moment, and then cocked his head, but stayed silent. His brother would know what to do. He had faith in him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:09 pm
 Omen picked her way through the edge of the swamp very carefully. Her coat was soft and thin to compensate for the heat of the grasslands, and she lacked scales in the interests of aerodynamics. She just wanted to go exploring even farther than before - it wasn't an urge she had ever paid heed to, but here she was nonetheless.
She had seen some of the kimeti, but she had steered clear. Doubtful that they would remember their kiokote cousins, and their glowing eyes were unnerving. Still, she managed to walk straight into a pack of them standing around something, and one even had a cat on it's back! How very strange to see something so familiar here!
Even though the cat was friendly to the kimeti, Omen tried her best to keep to the shadows and out of sight. She was, however, unaccustomed to the terrain and it was difficult to keep silent.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:13 am
Motes was unaccustomed to finding himself the center of attention. "W-well," he stammered, "I think it's tame? It hasn't attacked any one of us three who chased it, unless you count it climbing on my back, and it had good reason to." Struck by sudden resurgence of memory, he looked around for the white doe from earlier. "How about the doe that was attacked? Is she alright?" He hoped she wasn't offended by his bringing the creature back with him. Mote really hated being in a lady's disdain.
As everyone was rejoining the kimeti they knew, Motes, Aria and the new cat heard the sound of a kimeti walking nearby, not in the right direction to be another of the present group. Motes was surprised to learn that it, in fact, was not a kimeti, but an approximation of one, with a strange, sloped head, thin, unprotective fur, no defensive scales, and a silky mane and tail of smooth hair. Worst of all, its eyes - oh motherfather, its eyes. They were dead, animalistic, unintelligent.
Breeze was glad to see his son again, though the presence of the cat creature worried him as much as the others. There was no guarantee that the thing was tame, and it was kind of strange to look after a dead kimeti's... not-kimeti's... pet.
He heard as his son did the sound of another nearby, and felt his skin crawl and his fur bristle when he saw it was another of the dead not-kimeti's kind. He tried, then, to calm himself, but would not succeed for a few minutes to recover from the shock.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 1:49 pm
A quick glance at the incoming footsteps, and as the Motherfather would have it, it was an alive not-kimeti. t's eyes matched the cat's, but it's coat could have covered a kimeti.
Rabbit shifted his stance. He didn't know what the not-kimeti wanted, but he was better safe than sorry at this point.
Such strange things were happening today.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 10:15 pm
At first, Ancient Song thought the newcomer was just a strange Kimeti, like herself. A thought quickly chased away when the full impact of this other's shape hits her. Ancient Song doesn't even notice the eyes for a full two minutes, being too distracted by this not-Kimeti's long legs and other differences. When she does notice the eyes, her first thought is a question. Which promptly tumbles from her lips, her shock at seeing the living version of their puzzle overriding any common sense. "Are you related to this one?" she asks, tilting her head to indicate the dead not-Kimeti.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:45 am
"I. am. fine." she stated to Motes. She continued to stare at him, just for a moment, until another visitor arrived. She tried to stand, but her legs trembled from the exertion. She felt weak, heavy. But she stood anyways, trying to get a better view of the newcomer. She trudged towards it. It wasn't like a kimeti. It was...the same as the dead one..
Her eyes looked back and forth between the living and dead not-kimeti. She felt wary, the fur on her neck bristling slightly. Would it attack? Then, feeling the sting on her shoulder, her eyes darted to the cat-thing and narrowed.
Breathing became hard, and the doe felt dizzy. Slumping down in a heap, she looked back at the living not-kimeti and scowled. Mentally, she blamed the strange creature. Somehow, it was to blame for the dead one, the odd cat, and the infected wound on her shoulder. "You..." was all she could say before passing out.
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