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 Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 11:13 am
Taurs have thoughts, or do things alone, and things like that, and this is where those things will happen. Mostly just diaries, or 'rps' that Ed has amongst her own taur/characters.
The Taur
Cheveyo/cervitaur/male/mate and children
Riome/centaur/male/crushing
Dahih/centaur/male/single
Liluye/harpy/female/single
Orphen/cervitaur/male/crushing(taken)
Nilani/foxtaur/male/taken
Baron/wolftaur/male/single
Airini/manta/female/single
Kolina/cervitaur/female/single
Owen Quenell/cattaur/male/single
Harlow Quenell/cattaur/male/single
Leigh/cervitaur/male/single
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 11:45 am
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:03 pm
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:26 pm
Little known facts
- Riome is larger than is average, and the heaviest of the group. Doesn't realize this, and fails to see why thinks break when he sits on them.
- Orphen always, ALWAYS makes 'eee' noises when he sees chipmunks. Always.
- Dahih breaks into song when he thinks he's alone.
- Cheveyo will wander off to find a tree to rub his antlers on. It rips off chunks of bark, and feels sooooo good.
- Liluye can sit on Cheveyo's antlers without causing him much discomfort, making her the lightest of the group.
- Cheveyo has somewhat poor vision in his left eye.
- Dahih has had an estimated 27 girlfriends since hitting the age of thirteen.
- Riome does a perfect 'Cheveyo in drag' impression.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 1:01 pm
Recurring nightmare
It was a nice clear day out. The sky was light, the sun was high, and the wind was making the crops bend gently away from the ocean. Baron sat on top of the hill, underneath the willow tree, with one of his dogs flopped lazily in the dirt a few feet away. He was watching the sea, smiling as it glittered back at him. The small woman that was using him as a pillow, grumbled and shifted in her sleep, before continuing to snore lightly.
It was a lazy day. Not much had to be done around the farm, so Baron and Delaine had the day off. For now. They both knew that eventually something would come up, and they’d both be busy. But for now, they could enjoy the piece.
He breathed in deep, eyes shutting, taking in the smell of the ocean, and the field, and the town nearby. Among those smells were the faint, but ever present scents of the deeper part of the island. The part covered in trees, and mysteries. Mysteries for Baron, at least. His uncle would venture in there frequently, and many of the other humans had gone in as well, but Baron hadn’t set foot there since he was a baby. He was scared to. Terrified, in fact. He didn’t know why the thought scared him, but it did. So he stayed well away from the trees.
He continued to sit there, his mind wandering until he drifted to sleep, not realizing. And as he slept, he started to dream of the forest, and what lay in it.
He stood alone in a clearing, the trees tall, dark and twisted, towering above him and threatening to block out every bit of light the sun offered. He stared up, eyes wide. Everything was dark. He could see perfectly, but there was no color. Not even the flowers at his feet had a speck of brightness or life to them. His ears pressed low, and his tail curled inward. It was still, dead, and as he stared at the trees got taller, and taller, and weaved tighter together, trapping him. He looked down, eyes wide, and he spun around. Someone was there…he didn’t see them, or hear them, but he knew…
“Who…who’s there?”
There was no reply, no movement. But somehow, they seemed to get closer, and closer, until finally he saw a pair of glowing eyes.
“Who are you?”
The only reply was a growl, that steadily got louder and louder, until he was all around him.
“Baron!”
He gasped, and jumped, lifting his head off the ground, and looking up to see Delaine kneeling over him, with her hand on his shoulder.
“Are you ok..? You were having a nightmare.”
He stared up at her for a moment, taking in the light blond hair pulled back into a tight bun, and the hazel eyes, that were squinted with concern.
“I’m ok…”
He sat up shakily, his whole body trembling, his forehead beaded with sweat. He whimpered, but smiled weakly, “I’m ok.”
“…Come on, lets get down to the house. Some soup ought to help you snap out of it.”
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:03 pm
So, I've gone and done something stupid. I like to pride myself on NOT being stupid, so I don't know how I'm going to tell people about this. And I have no choice, I'll have to. Not long ago I was spending time with my old friend, Kolina. One thing led to another, and now she's showing some...ominous signs.
I'm a father, its not like this is something new and terrifying...whats new and terrifying is the fact that this isn't my mate, and she has promised me that this isn't going to be a picnic. Somehow she figures its solely my fault. I thought making babies was a group effort, but what do I know.
She's pissed. She wanted to have children with someone she loves. When I explained to her that sex leads to babies sometimes, she kicked me rather hard in the quarters, now I think I have a bruise.
I'm too old for babies. I can barely keep up with the ones I already have. Oh Gods above...Riome is never going to shut up about this...
Cheveyo.
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