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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 9:02 pm
She doesn't come forward right away, too timid to make even that step closer from her safe distance, but it had been respect not fear that had made her stop initially and so she felt compelled to take a few steps closer when the two zikwa asked in their damp-dark-underground voices. All this seemed to rush at Ember, this instinctual knowing that came with her dreams and it made her want to step forward and back at the same time. Too long a pause, but Walking on Fire seemed to understand. He urged her forward with a solid nudge before going up to the zikwa himself, sniffing curiously, but still keeping a slight distance between him and the two unknown creatures.
Nearly huffing a small laugh at her friend's insistence, Ember stepped closer, dipping her head even though she was fairly certain the two kin in front of her could not see as clearly as she did. She pressed close to Persevere, his warm presence a comfort when she was around as many kin as she was. It was easier with him by her side to connect to those around her and despite the bone deep desire, like warm honey next to an open flame, of wanting to know, to learn, to experience the zikwa, the sheer number of kin milling around, made the dark doe uncomfortable. So she took solace in her constant friend, the beautiful fire walker that seemed to cut through crowds so easily only to press close to her side. She spoke, quietly introducing herself with more warmth in her voice than she usually wielded in the face of strangers, "Well met; I am Smoldering Reverie."
"I've dreamed of you, but," she stopped for a second, the strange dual use of dreaming giving her pause, "I never dreamed with waking eyes of you coming. Welcome back, sisterbrothers."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 1:55 am
 Talon studied the small creature showing its affection. "A bat? They must dwell underground like you, correct?" He watched all of the bat's little motions and movements, intriuged. At first it was just the one Zikwa and its bat that held Owl's attention, but suddenly another came, settling next to his new friend. They both spoke to a doe a little further behind than him. She didn't have the excitement of everyone else, it seemed. It took her little eaglehound pushing her for her to come close and introduce herself. When she did, Owl came to the sudden realization that he didn't. He waited for Smoldering Reverie to finish before speaking up. Her words made him look at her curiously before his senses returned to him, "And I am Meticulous Owl, which by the way I apologize for not saying earlier."Owl was so happy to see the Zikwa, they were a new family, new brothers and sisters. He was also curious, wondering what drove them up into the Swamp's air and light now. "I wonder, why do you come to the Swamp now? Surely you must've been able to come before."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 7:59 pm
“Smoldering Reverie…” The Zikwa repeated the name with a smile. He was obviously pleased to hear his kind had featured in her dreams but he made no comment, instead turning his attention back on the excitable buck. “They are of both worlds.” He explained. “But they dwell mostly in the caves and thus we share a kinship. They are integral to our survival.” The bat, as if it knew very well it was being talked about, making a small squeak sound. “There is no need to apologize. I am Buried Alive.” He shuffled a step forward; a smile on his gentle features. “We are here because the time was right to return to our family. It would have been an affront to the Swamp to come any earlier.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 5:02 am
Song Breaks Through sat at the bottom of the hole, peering up at the night sky (not that she could make out much). She could smell her brothers and sisters, could hear their voices, and yet... she hesitated. It wasn't till a small pinpoint of light -- an eye? Yes, an eye. It wasn't till an eye looked down the hole at her that she moved again. "Hello", she said, unperturbed that she had emerged from underground only to talk to a bird. "How do you do?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:58 pm
There was something different to her name when it was spoken by these kin who had lived underground their entire lives. Whenever she thought of her naming dream, she could only ever feel the burn of flames licking at the very core of her being, burning and pressing to break free and crumble her into memories. Spoken in the damp cave voices of these underground kin, her name found a certain coolness that, though unfamiliar, was soothing in some way.
She could easily accept the buck's explanation and dipped her head in understanding. There was a time and place for all things and happenings, and just as the Kiokote, Acha, and Totoma had found their time, so had the Ziwka. Walking on Fire rustled next to her, and she dipped her head down to brush gently at his crest before speaking, "I am pleased that the MotherFather has brought you and your kin back to the Swamp and honored to have met you."
Ember shuffled, soft and graceful in the minute shifts, as she glanced briefly around at the other kin that had come upon this place to welcome the Zikwa home. It was strange, having lived in the swamp her entire life, to imagine a life underground, without light, likely without fire. Light, and the fire that brought it from the sun burning in the sky to the fire that burned inside her, defined her understanding of the cool darkness of the night and the warm darkness of embers, of burning and relief, containment and freedom.Ruriska *coughs* I hope everyone doesn't mind if I revive this...
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 1:05 am
"Perhaps," the buck began after a long, thoughtful silence, "it would be good for us to find a quiet place to speak. There is much that we could teach each other and it is wise to seek knowledge of another realm as you step forth into it." Buried Alive smiled and let the offer stand in the air between, knowing there could hardly be a refusal. After all, is that not why she was here? They would talk through the day and into the night, speaking of lore and feelings, of fires and the cold damp, of light and infinite darkness and their aura's would mingle until they parted but Buried Alive would always carry what she had told him in his mind until he returned to the earth. Amorpheous let me know if this doesn't work, but in my headcanon they spend a couple of days together just chatting about whatever c:
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 1:20 am
And she followed because here before her were dreams, dreams made of flesh and breath, risen from the dark depths of the Swamp like dreams rose from the dark, impenetrable parts of her mind and the collective memories of those long past. She followed because he represented everything she could not comprehend by simple virtue of having risen from below; he knew unending darkness where she knew a constant, glowing burn.
She would carry his warm darkness with her though, even days and eternities after they parted ways. The Swamp was vast and some kin never met again. Whether or not they did, though, did not matter as much as the memories, the dreams, created for they live on forever.
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