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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:45 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:47 am
Whitened Moss // mato.pe link Some illness has gotten into the moss, stealing its lush green and turning it brittle, dry, dead white. She sets one hoof down into its center, and it crumbles into dust. __________________________________________________________ Personality Whitened Moss was a sickly foal who grew int o a sickly doe -- somewhat fragile and uncertain, hesitant and shy. She is weak, and it means she misses out on a lot of opportunities, mostly staying to her home regions and never really exploring outward. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:52 am
Set the Stone // mato.pe link Turn the earth and set the stone; we won't let you die alone. Close your eyes and bid you well; let us say your last farewell. High above the sun shines bright, while six feet down it's endless night. Give our flesh unto the mire, free from all of life's desire. As life begins we know its close, final fodder for the crows, Sleep forever peacefully, all that's left is memory. We'll protect you from the gloom -- we'll stand guardians of your tomb. Turn away from worldly strife, and from your grave will spring new life. So strange as we might seem to you, never doubt that we speak true. __________________________________________________________ Personality Set the Stone and her brother are gravediggers, vultures -- finding dead kin and burying them, whether they will it or no. They sometimes are found eating dead animals they've found on their route, blood staining their mouths, and they see nothing wrong with this. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:55 am
If there is vision to her dream, if there are smells or tastes or the feel of wind on her skin, Stomp doesn't remember it. All she remembers is the sound: a throbbing rhythm all around her, an intricate story told through drumming music. It is too much to process at first, the sound loud enough for her to feel it in her stomach, in her heart, for it to take over her thoughts. She listens and it's primal, a thrumming as constant as her heartbeat. Meaning creeps in slowly. One rhythm splits, and she realizes it's made up of dozens of parts, each one a system unto its own right, each one broken down into dozens more. They fit together, each feeding the other, each cultivating something greater than the whole, and each one boils down to a single kin stomping out a single beat. As she wakes, she realizes that her own hoof stomps in time. __________________________________________________________ Personality Everything in the world just fits together, we're all kin, we all are one. Just relax and let it flow out of you and into the creatures around you. This is the kind of hippie Stomp is. She loves everyone and everything, especially mushrooms and music. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:57 am
Dandy Dog // mato.pe link The buck ahead of him is huge, with antlers so large they should catch on the branches as they rush past. His flanks are streaked with crusting, dusty red blood, and that is what guides the pack forward: the smell of it, heavy enough that they can taste it, that it clings to the back of their tongues and sends their thoughts into a flutter. The dogs around him are all sleek, black, lean beasts, their flanks identical to his own, all damp with sweat. They stretch their legs so far that it becomes a dull ache, but the mad frenzy pulls them onward, whether they will it or no. They are swept up in the hunt's wake. He leads them to their prey: soft, frail, weak, what she is doesn't matter. All that matters is the taste of her blood and flesh in their mouths, her life beating out slowly as they eat. __________________________________________________________ Personality Savage and mean, he's a hunter who tends to prefer the company of beasts to kin, who finds others to be trite and annoying. His bark and bite are equally bad, and he has a tendency to start fights, thinking himself better than everyone else. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:58 am
Butcherbird // mato.pe link They wait for the carnage to clear. They wait for the dogs to retreat. And then he and his brothers swoop in to scavenge what bits of meat remain, their beaks dark with blood. __________________________________________________________ Personality Unlike his brother, while Butcherbird is savage, he is a quiet sort of savage, with surprisingly gentle moments. He enjoys the hunt and the spoils more than the kill itself, and is always careful to cause as little pain as possible. He will always lend a hand when needed. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:59 am
What Might Have Been // mato.pe link They move around him, pale shadows, shimmering and bright and strange, and each one is different: different in expression, in the lean lines of their bodies, in scars and styling, in the way they move or the way they go still. They are also all the same, the same pale flank, the same faint freckling of markings across cheek and leg, the same golden horn. Some of them dance and sway, and he dances with them. Some of them stand and stare him down, and he stares back. Each one is a faint echo of who he could be -- but won't. __________________________________________________________ Personality Wild, flighty creature that he is, What Might Have Been spends more time dreaming than just about anything else, flitting from place to place without any focus or thoughts for the future. He likes to have fun, he likes to goof around, and he likes to play games. Sometimes he makes no sense. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:01 am
Warning Chill // mato.pe link The breath escapes his mouth and freezes in the air before his eyes. As he looks at it, he begins to think that he is not alone. __________________________________________________________ Personality The fact that he's the child of a Zikwa shows clearly -- if not in his shape, then in his attitude and movements, in the weird, hairlesss swish of his tail. Minor movements leave him nervous, and he has a tendency to blow the small things up into big. He's a little crazy, and a little weird. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:02 am
He is past his time and it makes him light, soft, blurs the world around him, turns it into hazy shades of summer. The wind blows softly, gently, and as it passes over him he scatters into a thousand pieces. __________________________________________________________ Personality A fan of mushrooms, dancing, wild stories, Catsear is a free soul -- meaning a crazy hippie. He believes in sharing, in friendship, and is obsessed with all sorts of beautiful things. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:03 am
Second Thoughts // mato.pe link She's halfway over the edge, feet hanging over empty air, when the thought comes to her: Maybe this wasn't a great idea...__________________________________________________________ Personality Second Thoughts likes danger, likes trouble -- likes the possibility of the unknown. She is wild and daring, and usually leaps before she thinks, both literally and figuratively. It means she's had her share of scrapes and bruises, and she takes them in stride, usually ignoring them. If she acknowledges them, then they hurt. If she doesn't... __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:04 am
Naked Villiany [Virtue] // mato.pe link Fur and flesh fall away in pieces, his kimeti shape melting from his bones, tumbling into rotting piles around him. He is not alarmed by this. Instead, he feels freed, bared, honest, able to slither free of the desiccated husk of what had once been his body, the tip of a forked tongue flicking out to taste the fouled air. __________________________________________________________ Personality Self-centered and self-serving with a bit of a sadistic streak, still, Naked Villiany is a compulsive liar -- starting with the fact that he'll give the name 'Virtue'... __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:05 am
Pond Frond // mato.pe link __________________________________________________________ Personality Despite her poisonous appearance, pond frond's exterior covers up a serene and patient interior. She is a good listener, curious but quiet, with intense, thoughtful eyes and a very still demeanor. While other kin have their wild moments, she tends to prefer being the outsider looking in, watching and learning from others. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:07 am
Pinned You // mato.pe link She can't see his face, but she knows him all the same: half of her whole, someone who picks at her and teases her and pounces her from above and draws her into a rolling scuffle. There's dust, and there's dirt, moss and grass sticking to both of them as they tumble down the hill together, laughter filling the air around them, foreheads knocking together. When they hit the bottom, she's on top -- sprawled over him with her head held high and her eyes still bright, amused. "Pinned you." The amusement lingers for a long moment, until she realizes he's not looking at her but around her, his eyes wide. So she looks too, head raised slowly. They're surrounded by bones. __________________________________________________________ Personality Pinned You is a girl who acts like a boy, and who thinks of herself as a boy; romance isn't really her thing, which is why Son is so perfect for her. Given the choice, she'd rather run wild than bat her eyelashes, and he'd rather have someone beside him who can hold her own than a simpering sweetheart. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:08 am
Torn Veil // mato.pe link A small mushroom, clinging to the side of a green stone. He watches -- watches it grow, bloom, watches it glow quietly as day slips into dark. Finally, tired of just watching, he bumps it with the tip of his nose. This touch is all it takes to knock the steady-looking fungus over, to leave it on its side, split in half. As it falls, it tears, the underside of it bright in the darkness, a shimmering veil of light that brings false dawn to the night. __________________________________________________________ Personality Torn Veil isn't a dreamer, exactly, -- he's just more focused on what's not there than on what is. He likes to talk about thoughts and feelings, about meaning, more than he does on the physical. He discusses what the sky might be made of, where the first trees came from, how Kin first learned to speak and what makes them different from the other creatures of the swamp. He is curious, but he's curious about questions that don't really have answers. On top of this, he isn't great at connecting with other kin, finding it difficult to settle in the here and now and learn enough about them to discover common ground... __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:09 am
It lands on her nose, the lightest fluttery touch, a feather that she can almost make out when she crosses her nose and that sits just there for three seconds before she sneezes and sends it flying away. __________________________________________________________ Personality Alight doesn't like most kin, excluding her immediate family. She likes music, exploring, and generally drives others away with her strident personality, bursts of anger that come out as furious rants, accusations, and perhaps a bit of paranoia. She expects kin to hate her, and the result is that, well, they just might. Secretly, though, she is a bit lonely, and perhaps this is even the source of her feelings about the world around her. She sees others have what she'd like, but is sure she can never have, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy. __________________________________________________________ Pets and Familiars None.
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