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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:15 am



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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:17 am


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Aponi walked along the forest’s edge, her soft child-size moccasins making no sound in the mossy undergrowth. Her passage was not totally secretive though, her shapeless dress jingling with small sounds from the many strands of beads and shells she’d sewn on it.

With a glance back to the village to make sure no one was watching her, she slipped through the trees. The young of the village weren’t allowed to go into the woods on their own, but exploring the woods was her favorite thing to do. She was sure the stories the Elders told of wild boars carrying off little children to eat was more to scare them than to warn them of any real danger. Any wild pigs that she’d come across were more interested in snuffling in the dirt than in her. She felt as comfortable among the needled pines and hardwoods as she did by her own hearth.

Aponi wandered, picking up nuts discarded by the trees, bits of odd colored fluff dropped from fastidious birds, even a few tiny old bones not yet taken by the earth, and dropping them into her shoulder bag. Hidden in the wild undergrowth was where she found the most interesting trinkets to make into necklaces and adorn her dresses with. She made a point of collecting berries and nuts to bring back, as well, so if anyone asked where she’d been, she could simply show them what she’d been doing. And of course, the yellow mushrooms. When she brought back the delicious mushrooms that grew at the base of the trees, grandfather never bothered to ask where she got them because he loved them in his stews. Grandfather probably knew where she got them because he told her not to tell anyone else about the mushrooms she brought back for him. She wondered if there was something more to the mushrooms than just their good taste, but grandfather wouldn’t talk about them.

After a few hours of wandering and collecting, Aponi spied a flat log. A perfect place to rest, she thought. Settling herself on the log, she pulled a scrap of jerky from her belt pouch, broke off a piece and stuffed it in her mouth. She chewed contentedly on the dried meat while she sorted through the bits and pieces she’d collected.

Absorbed in planning the different ways she could use her new finds, Aponi paid no attention to the rustling of leaves and twigs announcing the passage of a medium sized animal. Many different animals called the forest home and Aponi had encountered them at one time or another. Some were so used to her comings and goings, they no longer took fright at her passing. It did not occur to her to look up when she heard something pushing through the bushes. A passing thought of a possible deer looking for roughage was the only acknowledgment that she gave the noise. The rustling stopped quite close and then she heard snuffling, like her grandfather’s horse when he smelled something odd. Aponi held quite still, but raised her eyes to see what had stopped near her small resting place.

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Fear struck her heart as she saw the pale colored beast looming in front of her. Instantly the tales of wild boars came to mind. Just as quickly, Aponi realized this was no wild boar. There were no tusks hanging from its mouth and this honey colored creature was too pretty to be any ragged old boar, she thought. It was bigger than any of the wild boars she'd seen. Even the Elder’s stories hadn’t described the hairy beasts as being this big. It seemed big because she was sitting, but she could tell it was smaller than her grandfather’s old paint. And it was looking at her rather quizzically. Pale eyes blinked in a cream colored face while it’s nostrils flared in a toasty brown muzzle trying to determine her scent. Tilting it’s head, it’s pale bunny rabbit ears twitched back and forth. Aponi giggled at the way the ears flopped. It’s head jerked up, it’s brown feather mane standing up in alarm.

The sudden movement startled Aponi. She watched the creature for a moment and realized it was watching her as well. She wondered, could this be… Aponi recalled a story her grandfather told her once about a time that he’d ventured into the woods as a young boy. He told her of a strange creature that he’d met while exploring. He’d gone back to his family and told them of what he’d seen, but they didn’t believe him and he was forbidden to go back to the woods. He stole back to the forest anyway and looked for the creature, but he never saw it again. Aponi remembered some of her father’s description of the creature, including the long ears and a feather tail.

“You don’t look like you want to eat me, but maybe you’d like something else to eat,” Aponi said more to herself than to the honey-colored beast watching her. It’s ears flicked forward at the sound of her voice. Pulling the jerky from her belt pouch, Aponi broke off a piece and tossed it to land on the ground in front of the creature. It glanced at the dried meat on the ground, then back at her. Aponi sat very still as it cautiously lowered its head to sniff at the dried meat. She was disappointed when the creature didn’t seem interested in her offering. It stood there and watched her, almost as if it was waiting to see what she’d do next. She fished around in her shoulder bag, wondering if the curious creature would like berries. Her fingers brushed against the mushrooms she’d collected. Pulling out a mushroom with a cap bigger than the palm of her hand, she thought if her grandfather loved them so much, maybe the creature watching her would too. Aponi held out her hand showing the large mushroom. The creatures nostrils wiggled. Taking a step forward, it stretched its head towards the mushroom and sniffed. A smile spread across Aponi’s face. She leaned forward, stretching her arm out, the mushroom lay invitingly on her open palm. She could feel the animal’s warm breath as it sniffed her hand, then velvet soft lips brushed her skin as the mushroom was gently lifted from her palm. Aponi’s eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open in amazement at the elegant creature.

The mushroom was gone quickly and the creature looked at her bag and then back to her expectantly.

Far off thunder called Aponi’s attention the sky peeking through the pines. The afternoon was getting late and the forest would be dark soon. “I need to go,” she said. “but here’s one more.” Pulling another mushroom from the bag, she offered it and it was readily taken. She put her gatherings back in her bag and slowly stood up. She took one last look at the golden creature. She noticed the pale dappling on its neck that grew darker as it spread back across its rump. “You really are prettier than any horse I’ve ever seen,” Aponi said. The creature flicked an ear and appeared to look indignant. Aponi was sure the animal couldn’t understand her words anymore than the tribe’s horses could, but she said, “I’ll come back tomorrow.” Aponi backed away slowly, then turned to retrace her steps back to the village.


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Aponi had planned to visit the forest the next day in hopes of seeing the creature again, but one of the village women had other plans. Put to the task of peeling potatoes, Aponi hoped to get enough done that she would be let go early enough to make a short run to the woods. The afternoon sky grew dark earlier than usual with threatening storm clouds. Even she didn’t dare enter the forest when it was dark.
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It was several days before Aponi was able to escape the village and visit the woods again. The rain storm had continued all through the next day, then the following day she was needed to help clean up the debris the storm winds had strewn about their village. Aponi helped gather the grass and thatching that had been torn off of some of the huts. The materials would be needed to repair the grass roofs that been torn by the hard rain. Having been erected by a small copse of trees, her grandfather’s tepee had suffered no damage during the storm. They did get some rain through the smoke flaps though which quenched their cooking fire. The tribe no longer migrated, but some, like her grandfather, chose to continue living in a tepee rather than changing to a mud and grass hut like many of the others.

Finally, this morning, there was no one about when she looked out the entrance of her grandfather’s tepee. She quickly slipped out and quietly made her way past the other huts. Once safe within the forest, she gathered mushrooms on her way back to the log where she’d first seen the mushroom-eating creature several days past.

With her bag full of mushrooms, she hurried to their meeting place, the jingling strands of beads and bones on her dress announcing her passage through the damp forest. The humid air hung heavy with the smell of fermented leaves. Her moccasins and dress hem were soaked with dew from the undergrowth still damp from the passing storm by the time she came to a stop by the fallen log. She looked around, seeking any sign that the creature might be here. Birds flittered about among the wet pine needles glistening in the growing morning light. It was earlier in the day than when she’d been here before, but she’d hoped that the honeyed creature would be here waiting for her. A silly notion, she thought to herself. She tried not to feel disappointed when it was nowhere to be seen. After all, she thought to herself, I didn’t come back the next day. Or the next, she sighed, her shoulders drooping. She sat down on the log feeling as if she’d lost something valuable and she couldn’t understand why. Aponi pulled a large mushroom from her bag. She trailed her finger around the mottled pattern on the saffron-colored cap, remembering the touch of soft lips against her palm. Recalling her grandfather’s story, Aponi tried to remember every detail of her own meeting with the unusual creature, wondering if she’d done anything that might prevent the creature from coming back.

Lost in the reminisces of that day, she didn’t notice the soft rustling of damp leaves on the forest floor. Warm breath on her hands roused her from her thoughts. She looked up to see the familiar cream-colored face looking down at her. She smiled and offered the mushroom to the brown muzzle whose nostrils were wiggling with the appetizing odor of the fleshy fungi.

“I was afraid I wasn’t going to see you again,” Aponi said quietly. “I asked grandfather to tell me the story again of when he came to the forest and met one of your kin. He never again saw the one he met.” Aponi rose from the log and moved to stand beside the creature. She slowly reached out a hand to touch the cream colored neck. The soft skin shivered at her light touch, much like the village horses when they tried to shake off the flies trying to light on them. Aponi slid her hand down the neck, reminded again of the similarity between this creature and the horses of the village. “Our horses have names. Do you have a name?” Aponi didn’t expect an answer, but she liked talking to the animal that seemed content to let her feed mushrooms to it. “Grandfather’s horse is named Soole.” She didn’t expect the creature to understand her words, but Aponi hoped it would feel the tone of her voice and understand that she wanted to be friends. “I need to call you something,” she continued in a gentle voice. “Let’s see, what should I call you?” she wondered.

Satinka

The word came into her head almost as if it had been spoken. She glanced around wondering if there were spirits about. Pine boughs gently waving in the morning breeze was all she saw. Aponi had never heard of the spirits talking to anyone except the Elders. It seemed odd the way the name had popped into her thoughts, but she liked the sound of it. “Satinka,” she said aloud. “I like that. I’ll call you, Satinka.” The creature looked back at her with one pale eye and seemed to nod as if it agreed with her choice. Aponi was sure she imagined it. “It means magical dancer, you know,” she added, continuing to stroke the long neck. “Well, you certainly do look magical, but I don’t expect you do much dancing.” Aponi giggled, imagining the pony-sized animal dancing in the forest on its hind legs.



WIP - updated 6/23/09

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:18 am


Grimshaw Forest
// THE MASK //
Contest Thread


When: Oct 5th
Closes: Oct 31st

::RP Story::
Write me a spooky story that involves this unique adahy.
ex. It was a dark and eerie night..blah blah blah

::Character development::

Who's entering: (your name)
Her Name: (what would you name her)
Personality: (tell me a bit about what she's going to be like..)
History:-how she became to look like that,where she lives, did she get exiled? does she know her parents? what ever extra details you can think of!)


::RP Story::

“Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.”

“Don't be a mouse. You agreed to come.”

“Yeah, don't be such a girl.”

The three young Adahy followed the faint trail through the dark woods. The full moon lit their way as they tread quietly. The largest youngster, Lowash, a dark muddy colored male, led the trio. The newest member of their ritual, Saphazel , a young fawn colored female, followed next. Bringing up the rear was Weedbark, an oddly-striped blue male. Animals of the night quieted as they noted the passing of the strangers in their midst.

Saphazel's ears twisted back and forth trying to identify the sounds around her. During the day, she would have never noticed the sounds of tiny scurrying feet or the rustling of undergrowth. Now, with this tale of the no-face demon in her head and the trek through the dark woods, each new sound made her skin crawl. She hadn't believed Lowash when he'd told her about the legend of the no-face demon that ate young Adahy. She'd scoffed at him when he dared her to come see the demon for herself. She had jokingly agreed to his silly challenge.

Now, here she was traipsing through the dark woods in the dead of night. Poor choice of words, she thought to herself. The bright moon helped to shed light on their path, but it also cast frightening shadows in the trees on either side of the faint trail. A branch snapped loudly.

“What was that?” Saphazel asked quickly, a touch of fear in her voice.

“She's getting scared, Lowash,” said Weedbark, tauntingly.

“It's probably the no-face demon. He watches those that come to see him,” Lowash said warningly. “He might be looking for a tasty young morsel tonight.” Lowash stopped and looked at girl behind him. “..and you are the youngest one here,” he added menacingly.

Saphzael began to wonder if maybe she had more to fear from the two scoundrels that dared her to come with them tonight, or the no-face demon himself. She knew they were having fun at her expense and she was determined to prove to them that she wasn't afraid of their little game.

Lowash stopped and stared straight ahead.

Saphazel stepped up beside Lowash and looked up at an ancient gnarled tree in front of them. Hanging from the branches, shining bright and eery in the moonlight, were many Adahy skulls. Saphazel thought she was going to lose the berries and mushrooms she'd eaten earlier. She concentrated on not throwing up in front of the boys. She had to hold steady and show them she was not a squeak mouse.

“You guys went to a lot of trouble to try to scare me.” Saphazel was glad her voice remained steady, despite how uneasy she felt. “You should be ashamed of yourselves for disturbing the bones of the dead.”

Weedbark walked up to the other side of Lowash and stood staring at the tree. Saphazel could see that he was shaken by the sight as well. Then she heard him whisper to Lowash, “I thought there was only one skull.”

Saphazel looked at Lowash when he didn't answer. The dark Adahy's eyes were wide as they moved from one skull to another. “There was,” he replied simply.

Wow, you guys are good, she thought. They looked as scared as she felt.

“Then where did all the other ones come from?” Weedbark looked at Lowash with fear in his eyes. His expression begged the larger youngster to give him a rational explanation. Saphazel could see that he wasn't pretending. Weedbark wasn't that good at telling lies. The young male's green eyes grew as wide as the moon when a low wailing came from behind the tree. “Lowash?” he asked plaintively.

The dark colored Adahy spun on his heels and with a spray of dirt, lunged back down the way they'd come. Weedbark hesitated barely a moment before he followed suit and left Saphazel behind. Shocked that they'd left her, she felt stunned, too scared to move. A low growl close to her loosen her paws and she spun around. She could hear a crashing of branches behind her as she dug her claws into the soil to propel herself forward and leave the tree of skulls behind. Her front feet were barely off the ground when she felt a searing pain rake down her flank. Saphazel scrambled to push away with her hind legs, but the pain made her stumble and she felt a weight on her back. She screamed when something long and sharp clamped on to her neck and wrenched her off her feet. Pinned to the ground, she twisted her head around to see bloody fangs beneath a faceless mask rise above her before they sank deep into her life's blood.

She'd seen them hang the single skull in the tree and heard their plan to bring someone back to show them the tree. She'd had plenty of time to bring her own collection of skulls back and hang them as well. Then she waited. She knew which one she would take when they arrived. The smallest and youngest would have the tenderest meat.



::Character development::

Who's entering: Cricket2008
Child's Name: Bone Spirit
Personality:
Bone Spirit feels betrayed by the Adahy for forcing her mother to abandon her and is angry with the Di'Taki for killing both adults that were the only ones that had shown any care for her. While living with the Di'Taki female, she learned to kill to eat. The adopted mother also taught Bone Spirit to rub herself in the blood of the dead animal to mask her Adahy scent. Later, she discovered a peculiar sense of satisfaction in the slaying. After being forced to survive on her own, Bone Spirit continued the rolling in her kills to a higher extent, finding that it allowed her to stalk closer to her prey. While she avoids direct contact with either species, she does spend time watching them and hating them.


History:
As a baby, Bone Spirit appeared normal. As she grew, small deformities grew along her back and Bone Spirit was eventually determined by the tribe to be cursed. Bone Spirit could not understand why she was beginning to be shunned by those she thought were her friends. One day, her mother took her for a walk and Bone Spirit found herself being led to the Di'Taki borders.

Bone Spirit's mother's love did not lessen because of the deformity growing on her child. But she knew that she would continue to be shunned along with her child as long as Bone Spirit remained with her. Her mother chose to ignore the ritual and found a place to cross the border to leave Bone Spirit to find her own way. Bone Spirit and her mother had gone only a short way across the border when they were discovered and challenged by a female Di'Taki. Bone Spirit's mother tried to explain that she was only bringing one of their kind to live where she would be accepted. This angered the Di'Taki who had never forgiven her own mother for abandoning her because of her abnormalities. The female Di'Taki attacked quickly and relentlessly, killing Bone Spirit's mother. The Di'Taki dipped her paw in the blood of the dead Adahy and smeared it on the cursed child telling her, “Remember where you are not wanted.”

Rather than leave the child to fend for herself, the Di'Taki female reluctantly took the child home with her. The youngster's abnormalities were so slight, she could easily be mistaken for a normal Adahy in the wilds of the Deep Woods and would not be safe if seen by other Di'Taki. The female Di'Taki kept Bone Spirit hidden, hoping more of the curse would eventually show itself as she grew.

A male Di'Taki visited the female unexpectedly one night and discovered Bone Spirit. Thinking the Di'Taki female had taken in a common Adahy, he accused her of betrayal. Despite her denials, the male became so enraged, he killed the female. Splattered in the blood of the killing blow, Bone Spirit fled the scene of the murder.

Abandoned again and this time on her own, Bone 's hatred of both Adahy and Di'Taki grew and festered. With her first Adahy kill, Bone Spirit began wearing the skulls as trophies.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:19 am


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Grimshaw Forest

Dec 2009

Mother(cert link): Sayyadina
Owner: iloveyouDIE
Father(cert link): Pomme (STUD)
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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:21 am


heart heart heart ... March 2010 Breedings ... heart heart heart
Colorist - Pandora Talie


Grimshaw Forest

Page 1338, March 2, 2010

Mother(cert link): Snow
Owner: Cricket2008
Father(cert link): Tahir
Owner: KanamiTenjo

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Grimshaw Forest
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page 1338, March 2, 2010

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Owner: Blood_Goddess
Father(cert link): Bramble
Owner: Cricket2008

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Pandora Talie

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Mother(cert link): River Dance
Owner: Cricket2008
Father(cert link): Mudslide
Owner: Capricorn Sunchai

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Pandora Talie

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Mother(cert link): Nightwalker
Owner: Cricket2008
Father(cert link): AZerde
Owner: Looneytaz82

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:48 am


heart heart heart ... March 2010 Breedings ... heart heart heart
Colorist - Sakura-Serenity2




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If only Pan had a MAGIC CARPET! she could use it to CLOSE the DISTANCE from the EAST TO THE WEST. Only then Sakura would COME HOME TO VISIT.

I MADE A FUNNY! I WANT A SLOT!
Mother(cert link): Mariu
Owner: Keliptis
Father(cert link): Truffles (don't have a certed image)
Owner: Cricket2008
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Type of breeding: Regular
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PostPosted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:01 pm


heart heart heart ... March/April 2010 Breedings ... heart heart heart
Colorist - Zukuro



Cricket2008
HAY! I gotz spring fever!
Mother(cert link): Kaibab
Owner: Cricket2008
Father(cert link): Pallav
Owner: Keliptis
Slot type: Open
RP Log: n/a
Type of breeding: Regular
Payment is From: both



Blood_Goddess
HAY! I gotz spring fever!
Mother(cert link): Felleaf
Owner: Blood_Goddess
Father(cert link):Tooma
Owner: Cricket
Slot type: Open
RP Log:
Type of breeding: edited
Payment is From: both



Cricket2008
HAY! I gotz spring fever!
Mother(cert link): Chicory
Owner: Pandora Talie
Father(cert link): Ghost
Owner: Cricket2008
Slot type: Open or RP
RP Log: n/a
Type of breeding: Regular
Payment is From: both

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