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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:25 am
At last the journey northward was complete, Peregrine's glance drifted to his side, noticing his ever-present companion, Triage. The eaglehound shivered attempting to stave off the cold, Peregrine's stomach growled, rather audibly. The duo had travelled all day, and the time to eat had come. Divide and conquer, Peregrine thought, grinning to himself, inwardly applauding his cleverness. "Triage, go find us some food, will you?" The eaglehound looked up at the Kimeti, his gaze conveyed understand before Triage bounded off in search of dinner. "Right then," Peregrine said to himself before looking about for somewhere to make shelter; the elements wouldn't allow the duo to sleep comfortably without a shelter. Disappointed with his surroundings, Peregrine set off to find a decent spot to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:43 am
 Hero shook himself awake, alone. The colds were too overwhelming for the brilliant red caiman that has become his constant companion. The cold-blooded creature had gone into a deep sleep, and Hero had travelled far to the only area he found that was dry and even slightly warmer by the many bodies around. He had tried staying awake during the day, but could not commit to the constant games and sickly sweet denial that plagued those that chose the days for wakefulness. Hero wanted answers - and to know if there was anything he could do to help. The day-wakers were impossible to deal with, he felt. Instead, Hero walked through the area, listening and keeping his ears open for any words.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 1:56 pm
 Mint's eyes followed that of the other doe to survey the gathering group, some definitely faring worse than others due to unfortunate incidents made worse by weather, but most, it seemed, were merely put out by the cold, or disturbed by their dreams and the sense of foreboding. As for herself, she had had many worse a night and many worse a dream, and she shook her head slightly to push away the disdain creeping in on her thoughts. She was judging too quickly again. So she turned back to meet the gaze of the other doe, nodding thoughtfully at her comment. "And what might your opinion be?" she asked.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:07 pm
“Ah…” The doe chuckled. “I find these circumstances quite… pleasing.” Deciding that exactly where she was standing was an acceptable position, Carries the Night sunk to the ground. She tucked her legs under her; long tail coiling around her body. From here she could watch all the arrivals without being in the thick of the group. “The cold has bite but not enough to make this any less enjoyable. The night in all its forms soothes me…” And the call to the north is exhilarating. But Carries the Night let that last part remain unsaid for the moment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 5:00 pm
Peregrine scanned the white landscape, the ground was dotted with the bodies of many kimetis. The thought crossed his mind of finding a nice doe to settle next to, but the desire for avoiding the elements drove Peregrine on, seeking a shelter with a roof. Hero's red coloring stood out against the white backdrop, created by the snow, Peregrine changed course, moving towards the crimson kimeti. When he was within speaking distance, Peregrine spoke to Hero, "do you want to know where your steps take you, crimson kimeti?" Peregrine smiled pleasantly, his head tilted to the side questioningly, his red eyes scanning slowly about for shelter still.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 11:23 am
 The cold did not bother Thistledown. He moved through the drifts of snow quietly, the soft muffle of his footsteps broken only by the occasional crack of ice or rush of bitter wind through his wispy hair. Ahead of him, his lynx barreled determinedly through the snow, clearing a path for his master. Hearing voices up ahead, the lynx stopped in its path and turned to cast a questioning eye at Thistledown. He was nothing if not well trained. "What is this you've found, Lost Hope?" Thistle inquired, his voice soft as silk thrown over a hidden sharpness. "A gathering of kin, keeping warmth together on such a frozen night as this? Hmm." The buck stood still for a few moments, looking in the direction of the snow-muffled voices ahead, thinking. "Interesting indeed. Let us go and see what poor little friends we may be able to warm, Hope," he finished, the bright blue of his eyes glimmering uncannily as he headed toward the voices.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:25 pm
 Life turned her head in the direction of the voice behind her and gave the doe a shivering smile. "Well well well..if they don't...let us we can form a new..gathering..at least. But I..I don't think they're going to m..mind.." She pawed at the air, indicating the doe should come up to them.  Bud's attention was firmly fixed on the..thing..that was following the doe his mother spoke to around. He dipped his head, putting his nose scant an inch away from it's face and sniffed at it.  Sunny's ears were swiveled forward. In the swirl of voices and snow she heard new noises. Growls and purrs, animal sounds she'd never heard before! "What kind of creatures made such noises?" she wondered, listening intently. Her spirits were already lifted from the sounds of new animals and she wondered if she could touch them and learn what they were. Hearing the sound of snow being walked on by lighter feet then normal, curiosity sent Sunny walking a few steps away from her family. "What walks so lightly on the snow? Can't be any kind of kin.." she listened again. "And the footfalls are too heavy to be one of the smaller creatures.." Her nose twitched at this new animal smell. Not foxbun or mongoose or owlcat for sure. She put her nose closer to the snow and followed the new smell, till she ran completely nose first into Lost Hope's face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:08 pm
Lost Hope was well trained if he was anything. When the doe practically smashed into him with her nose, he let out a little rumbling purr and sat promptly down on his haunches. The lynx blinked at the kimeti, his gray eyes wide and innocent. Thistledown's expression was much less so. A long, dark eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth twitched into a grin as his eyes scanned the doe up and down appraisingly. She was such a lovely shade of green, and that hair! The swirling patterns across her side were nothing to be frowned at either -- she was an extraordinarily beautiful doe. And blind too -- Thistledown hadn't expected such luck when he set out today. Though normally he would try and hide the almost sinister grin on his face when he spoke to such a gorgeous lady, for this blind doe he didn't bother. "Hope, what are you up to? Have you made a friend?" Thistledown's voice was smooth, sleek, gentlemanly, and completely empty of malice -- unlike his eyes. "I'm sorry, I hope he's not bothering you?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:24 pm
Sunny's head jerked up at the voice and she backed up a couple steps, her head turning left and right, trying to pick up from which direction his voice was coming from. "Sorry..sorry! Uhm..did I hurt someone..? I'm sorry!" she said in a quiet, but panicked voice. Her ears stood forward, detecting the voice was coming in front of her. She also picked up on the smell of a unfamiliar kin. "I'm sorry..did I step on a companion of yours..?" It'd happened before. Sunny nosed forward slowly, trying to find that warm, soft bit of fur she'd run into, hoping it wasn't attached to a angry mongoose or owlcat. "N..no he wasn't bothering me..I've never heard anything that sounded like him before so I was curious.." she paused. "Is..he..friendly? What is he? I..I didn't hurt him right?" She had no idea if the rumbling noise Lost Hope was making was a bad or good sound.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 7:27 pm
((Lights in the Night Sky aka Skylights))  ((Creepy Cute Fuzzball aka Creepy))
Nodding her thanks to Life, Skylights turns to find Creepy, intending to pick him (or her, she can't really tell) by the scruff of it's neck. Instead she ends up face to face with Bud, nearly smacking heads with him, in fact. "Sorry.." She says a bit sheepishly. "I dunno what Creepy is. Other then creepy. Never seen another like him.. her.. it.." Skylights shakes her head and shrugs, then gently picks Creepy up. Carefully, so as not to run into anyone, she turns back around and gathers in close to Life.
Setting Creepy down, and smiling when it toddles under her legs, Skylights takes a better look at the trio.. err duo? "Hey, wasn't there another doe with you?" she asks, looking around for the other doe with the hair.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:10 pm
 Smoldering Reverie dipped her head in response to the buck's thanks. For a few moments, she thought he would say something else, but the words seemed to die in his throat. She wondered what he would say if he could find the words within himself and this spun away from her like a dream because he did not speak, though his songbird seemed to be trying to compensate by singing and trilling away. Something about this buck pressed her naming dream to the forefront of her mind, perhaps it was his pelt with all the flickering of flames on the darkest base that reminded her of her dream, but he of an ember that had settled while in her dreams the fire had burned her away until all that was left was flaming embers that still stretched up to lick the air with their tongues.
Ember took another tentative step forward. The crunch of snow reminded more than anything else of the dreams that continued to plague her and those around her, but she had to wonder if others saw the splash of red and felt the screeching pain that sliced through howling desperation at times. For a second, her eyes flickered away from the buck and lost their focus, caught up by the snow swirling down in front of her, until she pulled herself back into the present. Stretching her head slightly forward as both offering and greeting, Ember pressed her name forward wondering what else could tell so much about another, especially when caught in such unforgiving, frigid snow. Saying it, she wondered if the buck's name would call to her dreams or her ember heart. "My name is Smoldering Reverie."Jun D Thank you! Looking at Flickering's bio, him and Ember are a bit the same on their stance about company and their dreaminess.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:37 am
Hero looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice. He was certain the question was meant for him even if he did not see where - there! The buck saw the glowing red eyes. "Why, hello. My steps take me where my hooves go. This unforgiving snow shows where I have been but only the MotherFather will determine where I go." His cryptic words were mostly just gibberish, for the cold was getting to him and shutting off parts of his mind. At times, he though he was more like the caiman more than a kimeti. "But if you have some words of wisdom in these hard times, I wouldn't be object to hear them." Hero would take anything he can get. His skin was starting to stick to his bones, he hadn't been eating well and his mind has not been the strongest. It was only through pure willpower that he continued - strengthening his body and thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:21 am
 Thistledown's grin spread somehow even wider as the doe spoke. Unsure and innocent...just his type. She would be almost too easy to lure in. "Oh no, Hope is fine, I'm sure," Thistle continued, his tone light. Lost Hope's nose twitched and he leaned forward, meeting the doe's snout in a sniff. "He seems to like you, in fact. He's quite friendly. He is a lynx. They're quite common, I'm surprised you haven't met one. But oh, where are my manners! I am Thistledown. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:03 pm
"Smoldering Reverie," he murmured to himself, voice threading in and out of audibility, "Smoldering Reverie," he repeated, more steadily now, smiling faintly, "what a beautiful name." It took a few more silent moments before he realised that such information demanded a return. "I am Flickering," he hastily amended for his lack. Whether from relief at his refound speech, or resignation at his ineptitude, Darkling retired to the nearest convenient tree, leaving the two alone.
Amorpheous Ah! I love it, Smoldering Reverie is so cute (and beautiful!), I adore her. XD
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:19 pm
She rarely travelled so far by night, rarely sought the company of so many, but she was here. It was cold. She threaded through the small groups and singles on the fringes of the gathering, a light movement across the snow, as if drifting, till she chanced upon a slightly larger huddle of Kin closer to the core. There, whether by thought alone or reality, it seemed warmer, so she folded her hooves beneath her and rested, the golden leaves upon her small branched antlers perfectly still.
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