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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 1:38 pm
Prompt 1: Lust blinked slowly, coming back to himself. He had been so deeply asleep, and yet all he could think of was the poem he'd heard in his dreams... To the point where, when the Doe spoke, he didn't even respond. Not at first... His mind was awhirl with the words. "Little drops of snow,
Stars dance like ice,
Do you see joy?
I see smiling spice."It was such nonsense! And then he started, fulling processing he wasn't alone, he WASN'T at home, and he didn't know where he was or who the doe who spoke to him might be. He turned and stared at her. "Marsh? What... where am I?" After a moment, when he realizes this is all he will get, he turns, with determination, towards the swamp. "I... Do now know what I would wish with a crown, but... we will see what I can do..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 2:17 pm
 PROMPT 1: THE QUEEN
...your heart
...your soul
...your eyes
...see...
...seen...
...your heart
...your soul
...your eyes
Over and over again, most of the words faded away into darkness and the realm of the forgotten, echoing emptily in her head as an old forgotten fear rose up in her bones. The words alone, strung together brokenly, tripping along like water over stones. "A poem?" Yes, a poem, she supposed, though it hardly seemed beautiful enough to be one. Too broken to be a poem, but she had to acknowledge that, perhaps, in it's whole form if she could remember it, it would be worthy of being a poem.
A quest, on the other hoof, was something that she could understand. To journey, even in a dream, was familiar and comfortable, better than the fear trying to reassert itself, reminding her that her naming dream had shown her a path different from the one she had chosen. Though she had no interest in crowns, something told her crowns were not for her, to travel was to move and to move was to forget the fears of the spirit and find the strength of the flesh.
'Very well,' she thought as she turned to begin her journey.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 2:52 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEENA Kimeti doe awoke among the cobwebs, she was still in her wakefulness, eyes remaining closed. Wisps of a dream danced behind her eyelids like smoke, before dissipating into nothingness. The rhythm was the most staying part she could grasp and as she slowly opened the eyes to take in a beautiful regal doe before her, the hum quietly resonated in her throat. "The poem, yes?"A poem made sense, she thought, the rhythm of bouncing back and forward in tone. She nodded to the other doe, carefully bringing herself to a stand, stepping from the long abandoned webs. "If you want to find out what it means, you have to cross the marsh.”Fair Thought took in the forward path, passingly noting that she becoming sure this was not where she’d last laid down to rest. “And perhaps, along the way, you will learn enough about yourself to take up a crown of your own..." Her first thought was that there was no correlation between knowing one’s self and attaining a crown or royal status. If that was what this apparent Queen was inferring. But she said none of that. Instead, she politely agreed to go. “I will, thank you.” Thought broke her hum to speak, but returned to the tune before wondering forward and away from the cryptic Queen. ooc; Invented kin go! cx
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 5:28 pm
Promt 01: The QueenUpon waking, the poem from his dream had turned itself into a peaceful hum. Its tone became that of a mother's lullaby. He forgot all but one line of the poem, "The great cost..." "What does that mean? What's this great cost?"
Feral Storm was more bewildered by this than the knowledge that he had woken up in a strange, foreign land. He mused the meaning of the words and the motherly hum as he walked around aimlessly. Storm was almost snout to snout with a pale doe before he looked up. He jumped back in surprise before she coldly instructed him that if he wanted to find out more about the words that rang in his head, he should cross the marsh.
Something about this doe troubled Feral Storm, but this poem had made him as curious as that one doe he met, Last Night he recalled, that questioned the meaning of everything in sight.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 6:12 pm
 Prompt 1: Blue Heart slowly came to, legs pulling under her body to heave onto hardened hooves. She felt a bit woozy still, but as soon as that unfamiliar scent of another was caught, the steel settled in her gaze, snapping to the offending creature. Spotting the fellow doe, she raised her head high, and her chest expanded powerfully, resuming her usual strong demeanor. The words spoken to her took a second to register, before she recalled some spits of... something she could remember hearing. A poem... right... The small bit of instruction earned a narrowing from her eyes, as she looked the other up and down crucially. Who did this chick think she was... telling her what to do... Snorting irritably, she turned and gave a sharp flick of her tail, "Yeah I know.." she muttered in a grumbly tone. She wasn't scared. She had this.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 9:51 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN
Evenfall woke up with a strange flutter in her chest -- it confused her, languidly opening her dark eyes to a place she had never seen before. This was a strange dream, Evenfall has had dreams that felt real before but never like this, the hum of the wind touched her muted fur, tail slowly brushing the ground.
"The poem, yes?"
She turned her head to the mysterious voice, tilting her head to the side. This pale doe was speaking to her in quite a riddle -- yet things strangely clicked in the doe's mind.
"The night sky ... silver trees .... bright stars... " she said, closing her eyes, frowning a little when she couldn't say any more beyond that.
She looked upon the direction the doe had indicated, moving her legs immediately, but slowly, carefully towards the faded marsh. Of course. I must go. Evenfall looked back at the mysterious doe, she wanted to go.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 9:55 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN This wouldn't be the first time Endless had awoken in a place where he was not the last time he laid down. He looked about this new place, words buzzing lazily in his brain. "...follow me..."He quarter paid attention to the word, the other quarter still observing his surroundings and the other half focused on the doe. Once again, mystery does were not unknown to Endless, though this one seemed more elusive then the others for reasons he could not put his hoof on. "Alright then.." he said with a slow nod. If she wanted him to go somewhere, he'd go.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 8:16 am
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN Cockerel blinked his beady eyes. Cross the marsh and take up a crown? This sounded like the start of an epic adventure. Of course, Cockerel was already used to going out into the world. He was an orphan. His entire clan was destroyed by fire. For the duration of his life thus far, he had been on one great quest to find the kin who wiped out all he loved. Cockerel was out to collect the debt of destruction. And the only way he knew how to do that was by kicking a**. He bowed politely to the doe, "I will take up your quest, madam." He wasn't sure what the quest entailed, but he couldn't say no to a beautiful lady. Cockerel would impress her with his amazingness by doing what she wished.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:18 am
prompt one____________________________ ___ __ _ Watch awoke, grasping at the wispy tails of a fading dream. The fading smell of salt and brine. The droplets of sea-spray drying upon his fur. The ground beneath him solidified, no longer warm sand but cold, hard earth, as the song from his dream was swept away with the wind. 'Just beyond the.... Something... for me...' The words felt heavy, wrong some how. Lifting his head, Watch licked the sleep from lips and lifted his red eyes. Slowly, the world cleared, but yet, he believed himself still dreaming. This wasn't where he had laid to rest that night, after all. "Just beyond the sunset," A voice spoke from behind him. Watch craned his neck, the wing of his own crane cloak shifted slightly. Just a tail length away stood a beautiful doe. Her voice was the song from his dream, only here, there was no music, just still, dead air. The cold eyes of this doe chilled the buck to his core. He opened his mouth to respond, but she continued, stepping forward as she did. "Just beyond the sunset, something waits for me.
Just above the horizon line, the crane flies so free.
Just beyond the sunset awaits my destiny.
Just trust your wings, some day is where you find me."She fell back into her stony silence, eyes hidden and yet they pierced through him as he lay on the ground. A tail-length away, she stood expectantly. "B-Beautiful." Watch stammered, trying to fight the feeling that perhaps he wasn't really asleep. "If you believe so. It is for you. A gift, you might think, a key, might say I." "What do you mean?" He asked, greatly disliking the spell of confusion this stranger posed on him. "If you want to find out what it means, you have to cross the marsh." She turns her head and points with her chin, meaningfully. "And perhaps, along the way, you will learn enough about yourself to take up a crown of your own..." Silence falls, and without waiting for more questions, which were surely about to fall from the sunset buck's lips, the golden doe simply left, disappearing without a trace. He watched her go, confused and very unsure as to what this all meant. Blinking, his stood, shaking out his fur and finally looking around this new place. It was a shady glen of dying foliage. No birds sang, no insects cried, only a dull ringing filled Watch's ears. A wide tunnel of gorse and thorns awaited him. "Across the marsh, hm? Well, I guess that's that then." And with a shrug of his old shoulders to fit his wings back into place, Watch stepped forward.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:27 am
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN
It was there, turning and churning, burrowing ever deeper into her mind - and then, it was gone, and she could remember nothing. She jerked - and there is was again, a slippery, worming silverfish, there and not, and there. It drove her mad. She barely saw the doe.
Until she spoke.
Somehow, gazing upon that serious, pale visage helped to fix more words into her head.
"The marsh..." she murmured, and dragged herself to her hooves. She had to find out what the tumble of words meant. Nothing was worse to her than eternally not knowing, not when there was a choice. The promise of a crown meant nothing, next to that.
"Thank you," she added, as she made to move.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:32 am
Prompt 1: THE QUEENBitter End was quite poor at taking instruction, but despite all her self-pitying moaning, had quite the survival instinct. She listened and stared at the doe with hard eyes, suspicious, until the gentle movements of the unfamiliar marsh at the corner of her sight caught her attention. A once-over the land, and she thought - Oh Motherfather, I'm in one of those again.And the only way to get out of these terrible dreamscapes, she knew, was to be knocked out at some point. She sighed - groaned really - and started her hoofsteps. " ...never one to trust..." it slipped out of her mouth easily as she started to wade across. Perhaps it was part of the poem, but she couldn't be sure.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 1:07 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN
The female Kimeti rose, stretching out their legs and blinking back whispers of sleep. She could faintly remember a melody, or.... a poem? It took a voice to call her attention from her previous dream, head craning to spot a beautiful doe.
"The poem, yes?"
Ah. So it was a poem. Her tail flicked gently, watching the doe with a soft smile.
"If you want to find out what it means, you have to cross the marsh.”
Her head turned to view the path ahead, cringing at the thought of the marsh. That meant dirt, didn't it? And yet, she felt compelled to learn more of the sound within her head. Fine, for once she'd risk her beautiful mane.
"Then I will." She hummed back to the queen before taking her step.
(( Occ:// As I do not have a pet here, I made one up. ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 7:01 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN
Kiss of Death opened her eyes, slowly. The smell in the air, the earth she was lying on, it was all not familiar to her. She rose to her feet, amazed.
As if in a dream, the sky above was black while everything else was in full colour... Except... for that pale doe with a set of humourless eyes, staring right at her. Had she been watching all along? Or was she just passing by?
....................just a small lad,
there was stories..................
of a Queen...........................
.......killed a servant..............
.....in the dark was an idea bad,
...............now forever marked.
She stared back at the stranger, almost as of noble importance. Her beauty was nothing she had ever seen. Fragments of a poem told long ago, almost forgotten, now lingered in her mind.
"The poem, yes?"
"Hmm... Right," she replied to the pale doe. Whatever that meant. "Let me cross this marsh you speak of then." Carefully, Kiss of Death took a step forward, ready to cross the foreign land.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 7:56 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEEN The scent of powder that so often assaulted his senses as he woke from his rest was lacking, Breaks Bones noticed. He knew the smell, so secondary to his routine that to wake lacking the smell was in itself jarring much like the dream. Distant, hazy, yet recalled in scattered bits of a memory too jagged to place into one picture. Hooves did not find the typical rocky sandy bed he so often slept in but rather as his mind caught to his senses, the kin found himself in a place that he did not recall, with a female he did not remember. Had someone foolishly placed something in the spring he'd drunk from the night before? Water was a precious resource, and to do so was a careless act, much like possibly getting drugged to bed down with a doe one did not know. Her question, a rather assertion had him snort out a yes before he stretched, trying to gather his focus. It was strange how she knew of a poem, one he'd dreamed of, yet he lacked explanation for his arrival, and answers were needed. Doing his best to appear happy, Breaks Bones took towards the marsh which she'd indicated. If anything, a little adventure never hurt anyone.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 9:05 pm
Prompt 1: THE QUEENPoem? What poem? Of all the things he knew and didn't know lately, of this he was sure. He had never heard of this "poem" and didn't give a s**t about it. And he would have said so, too, except-- "And perhaps, along the way, you will learn enough about yourself to take up a crown of your own..."Answers. Oh how he craved answers with every fiber of his being. Would this "poem" and this doe and this journey provide those that he sought? No. Probably not. Assuredly not. So why was he still walking towards this forsaken marsh?
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