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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 3:25 pm
The young filly follows obligingly, rather glad that she was put into the middle. When the swan alighted next to her, she turned and stuck her tongue out at it, but left it at that.
The tunnel becomes dark, and were she afraid of the dark, she'd be running out of here in a heartbeat, but the dark didn't scare her. It felt safe to her, and so she just embraced it and calmly waited for her eyes to adjust as she kept pace with the orange buck in front of her.
When they come to the fork in the road, Last Whisper also cocks her head to the side and listens for the voices. Golden-Spider was unsure of where to go, and her voices had gone quiet earlier, but now that she tried to listen to them once more, they quietly crept back into her mind. Here. This way, Little One. Follow us! they whisper to her, but their voices seem to echo in this darkness, and she has to concentrate harder to figure out which direction they are.
"I think... I think they want us to go left. But... their voices echo, as if they are far, far away in the darkness." She pauses for a moment, unsure if she really wants to pose her next suggestion, but she gives in and adds, "Perhaps we should hold tails? It looks dark to the left, I don't think we'll be able to see much at all..." She shakes her head, and though she's not scared, she is a little apprehensive of what might happen. She's unsure of these voices. They seem... different than before...
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 12:05 pm
Mourning Fog entered the darkness, staying very close to Last Whisper. He looked from side to side but saw nothing in the pitch black absence of light. His breathing could be heard as shaky and uneven. He looked to where Sunwing should be but didn't see her. She would have ignored him anyways, as she ignored the filly's rude gesture. At the mention of holding tails, he would normally been hesitant to do so, but at this point, immediately grabbed the nearest tail, which happened to be Last Whisper's and tried not to bite it off. He also tried not to let the filly know his teeth were chattering.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 7:56 pm
Golden-Spider nods, giving his tail a flick, inviting Last Whisper to grab it, the fur tuft fanning out on the water as he holds it in place. While he waits, Golden-Spider peers down the left tunnel, trying to make out any bit of light or shape of the area, though it's in vein, not even the eyes of a creature meant to live in darkness could make it out.
Slowly he starts down the passage, water churning around him as he moves, his leg strokes disturbing it as much as his body. Eventually, after an indeterminate distance, Golden-Spider feels ground starting to pile up beneath his feet. Eventually this becomes more solid, allowing him to walk along the silty bottom, though carefully as it's slippery as ice. As he walks on, Golden-Spider realizes the ground slopes up, the water falling from his back to shoulders, then finally to just above his knees. It doesn't drop any lower, though, making walking even more challenging as the water no loger supports his weight.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:55 pm
The young filly quickly latched onto Golden-Spider's tail, not wanting to stray from the group in such darkness. There could be anything up ahead, and though not scared, she'd rather not have to deal with it alone. She felt much more comfortable with Mourning Fog clenching her tail than she would have imagined, if only because she was comforted with the fact that she probably felt a little more confident than the pink buck.
She couldn't see anything around her and hoped that they would quickly get somewhere as she felt a little nervous that the voices had gone so silent again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 11:43 pm
Mourning Fog swore he heard things crawling around him among the sloshing of water. His teeth chattered slightly as they gripped Last Whisper's tail. As the ground beneath him solidifies, he slips around every now and then, but fortunately does not fall. Especially since he would probably take the poor filly down with him.
Paranoia taking over, he tries to turn his head to see if anything was behind him, letting go of the filly's tail for just a moment. Realizing he could be left behind, he jumped forward, knocking into Last Whisper and grabbed her tail once more. A muffled "S-sorry" escaped from his throat as his knees knocked together.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 5:11 pm
Just as Golden-Spider's feet find, more or less, dry land, his eyes spot a small dot of light. "I think the tunnel opens up again. Not sure how far, though." Keeping focused on the pin point of light, mostly because it was still too dark to see the ground, he shuffles along. Silently, Golden-Spider starts to count his hoofsteps, for no other reason then to give him at least some sense of time's passage. Even though they'd only been in the tunnel for a short time - at least he assumes so - it feels like they'd been walking along for hours.
Finally, they reach the tunnel's end, the light proving to be the setting sun. Golden-Spider blinks, even this mild brightness blinding him after the pitch blackness they'd been in. Cautiously, he stops, looking around. The area is a small clearing, nearly completely surrounded by mangroves. The only other visible entrance, is a narrow path, chocked with vines. He searches his mind, but not even a faint buzz is heard from the voices. His legs, however, are not quiet. The need to go has increased, and is accompanied by the feeling of small insects crawling under his skin. "Hear anything?" he asks the other two, his voice sounding panicked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 9:57 pm
Thoughts began to stir in the little filly's mind, thoughts that she rather not have just then. She would rather not have been thinking about the pack of rats she fought with a few weeks before, and all the little scratches that had healed over since then. She would rather not have been thinking about the voices that had haunted her dreams after she killed that baby bird even though it had been for the best: the poor thing had broken it's wing and would've suffered for longer had she not. These thoughts were not pleasant, and she had thought she had gotten past these trivial fears, but in this long echoing tunnel, they came flooding back.
Only when the sunlight hit her face did the thoughts dispel. She had tuned out the rest of the walk until she made it into this clearing. Her eyes were watering, and she could barely see, but within a few moments the brightness was just bearable. "Uhhhhmmmm..." she perked up her ears to see if she could hear anything... anything at all... "No.... It's... very quiet here...." She closed her eyes for a moment and then finished with, "Even the voices..." Her voice was calm enough, but her body was on high alert and for the moment, there was more curiousity than fear on her mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:26 pm
Mourning Fog was utterly relieved to see the light of day once more, even if it was fading. He sighed with relief and let go of the poor filly's tail. Squinting at the light, he finally took in his surroundings. Something was itching on his legs...It was peculiar but he ignored it for now. Instead, he looked at Golden-Spider, then Last Whisper. Their voices were gone? He blinked, taking this as a good sign. Hopefully.
Cursing under his breath, he rubbed a hoof against his itching leg and instead of feeling his leg, he felt something...squishy. Looking down, his expression changed to horror as he saw numerous leeches up and down his legs. He clamped his mouth shut tight and let out a muffled squeal. His knees buckled and he rubbed his legs against the ground, thus removing a few. He dared not even touch one with his mouth. But there were a few persistent ones. He rubbed harder, but still trying not to kill any. He whimpered a little and looked up, hoping he didn't catch their attention, for fear of further embarrassment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:42 pm
Golden-Spider opens his mouth to reply at the same time Mourning Fog squeaks. So, instead, the gold buck turns toward the sound, and sees an odd sight. Mourning Fog is flailing around, or so it seems. Curious, Golden-Spider walks over, peering at the other buck when he comes closer. "Wha-" he stops, seeing black slug-like things attached to the other's legs.
Without a second thought, Golden-Spider lowers his head, turning it to use his horns to scrape at the leeches. Only now does he realize the itchy twitchy feeling in his legs, is actually on his legs, which have leeches attached as well. Trying to keep calm, he scrapes the last visible leech from Mourning Fog, whispering to the other buck so as not to upset the filly. "Would you go see if Last Whisper has any, while I get rid of mine? Just don't let her know." Not that he's trying to treat her like a baby, but some Kimeti really do not do well with leeches, or blood, for that matter.
Using his hooves, horns, the ground, what ever he can, Golden-Spider starts scraping the black gelatinous bodies from his fur.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:04 am
Busy concentrating on their surroundings, the filly does not notice or hear Mourning Fog's flails. Her ears are perked forward and concentrating very hard on the sounds of the trees all around them, assuming that the most logical place for the voices to had been coming from would have been there. She strode closer to them to inspect them with her other senses, as she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Last Whisper stretched her neck out to sniff at the bark of these trees, but they seemed like any other to her.
Everything smelt normal, so she decided to make one last test before she considered this place normal... and that was taste. Her little pink tongue extended forward and gently licked at a stream of sap leaking out of one of the trees. She closed her eyes as she mulled the taste over inside of her mouth. Just then... her legs became very itchy. Or rather, she just realized that they had been itchy for quite a while now. She absently scraped a hoof at one of her legs, but continued to lap up some of the sweet sap.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:17 am
Mourning Fog shuddered and, as an act of self-assurance, inspected each leg and gave them all a good shake. The hairs on his neck bristling, he felt the muscle near his eye twitch a few times as he padded silently behind Last Whisper. Sure enough, when he bent down to look, she had a few leeches on her too. Looking back at Golden-Spider, Mourning Fog raised a hoof and motioned towards the filly's leg, mouthing "What do i do?" but the buck was preoccupied with removing his own leeches. Chewing on his lower lip with a furrowed brow, Mourning Fog quietly laid down on the floor, and with his front hooves, he cautiously took hold of a leech. His first attempt failed as his hooves slipped past each other. The squishy thing was hard to get a grip on. Sure that he would hate himself later, but remembering that not much else could get him dirtier than he was, Mourning Fog carefully took the leech in between his teeth, his tongue pressed against the back of his mouth, and pulled it off. He immediately spat it out and silently gagged. The next leech was particularly slimy-looking.
"Alright enough of this, Last Whisper, my lovely little filly, you have leeches on you. And I do not fancy tasting another." He said as his leg twitched. He sneered in disgust as he saw his own blood trickle down his leg, mixing with the swamp water and mud. "Arghh! This will surely get infected." he cried, falling to his belly and licking his small bite wounds. He caught sight of the leech he spat out and extended a hoof to crush it, then decided against it. Instead, he glared at it and made faces as he tasted many an unpleasant thing on his leg.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:41 am
Stopping mid scrape, Golden-Spider looks over at the filly. "Hold on.. No voices? When did they stop? Was it when we got in the tunnel, or back out that they stopped? The last you heard them, were they the same as always or different? And what if your voices aren't my voices? Or even, what if the ones you have been hearing since meeting me aren't yours, but mine?" he pauses for breath, as well as from running outa questions.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:04 am
Her eyes snapped open when she felt a pinch on her leg, and when she looked down to see what it had been, she saw the pink buck lying on the ground. Leeches? As he spoke, she drew her gaze to her legs and realized what he said was true. There were leeches along her legs, and that was what had been making her itchy! As the pink buck continued to flail and make faces at the black grubs on the ground, she bent her head down to inspect the little blobs stuck to her.
One by one, Last Whisper pried the resilient leeches off of her legs by gripping them between her teeth and tugging. Each one left a nice mark and wiggled furiously on the ground until one of her hooves landed down on it to end it's pathetic little life. She didn't find them gross, just completely unnecessary, so she killed them without thinking twice about it. Once they were all removed, she spat on the ground, once, twice, to get the taste of blood out of her mouth before she proceeded to lick her wounds clean. And then came the torrent of questions from Golden-Spider.
Her ears swiveled to listen and she waited for him to stop before she brought her head up, to tilt it, and to respond slowly, "Well.... they stopped.... in the tunnel... they stopped... right around the time I started getting itchy... but they sounded... weird... harsher, angrier than I had ever heard them. They yelled at me.... Mine had never yelled at me before... Maybe.... maybe they were your voices....? Maybe...." She looked around the clearing suspiciously. Was it suddenly dark out... and.... cold....? Or was it just her...?
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:13 am
Mourning Fog decided no amount of spitting would get the taste out of his mouth, so he let it be for the moment. Listening to the two speak, he thought back and still could not find if he heard any voices at all. Sighing, he rested a weary head on his knees and looked around. He was so tired all of a sudden. Well, of course, he was tired before, but now he was exhausted. His eyelids finally shut closed, and as if by cue, Sunwing came honking at him. Her cries almost sounded desperate and he was baffled by her noise. He looked to Last Whisper, who was looking around the clearing. Confused, he listened again, as Life-Pulse once instructed him. He cleared his mind of the obvious sounds and tried to hear the swamp's voice. As usual, everything was silent...but something was amiss. Even though he could not hear it, something was here..
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:46 pm
Golden-Spider was pondering the filly's answer when two things happened. First he started to get sleepy, not the bone weary awake because he's beyond tired he had bee. But well and truly sleepy. Second, he heard the other buck's pet honking. Looking over, Golden-Spider is just in time to see Mourning Fog opening his eyes. Golden-Spider shivers, an intensely unpleasant feeling crawling up his spine. "I think it's time to go." he says, not happy about the drowsy sound of his voice. Clearing his throat a few times, he starts toward Last Whisper, and tries again. "We need to get outa here." this time with more oomph in his tone. He nudges Last Whisper, to get her going, eyes focus on Mourning Fog. "Help Mourning Fog and his swan back to the tunnel?" he asks, making it sound more like a demand. "I'll be right behind you." making plain he'll not take any excuses or let anyone stay behind.
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