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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:13 pm
 Fish Bones wanders the swamp, calling out as he goes. "Come one, come all, for a story telling night!" With out looking to see if any follow, partly out of a fear that no one is interested, he walks up a small rise. At the top, Fish Bones sits back on his haunches, looking out over the swamp. "Come listen! Come tell! A story! A story, for young! For old!" He calls out again, hoping others will show.[[ooc Anyone is welcome, and anyone who joins can have a turn at story telling, if they'd like.]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 6:11 pm
"A story for all?" dappled despair asked in a cold questioning voice, a dark chuckle covering the tone a moment later. He'd heard the buck through all the noise and found himself intrigued, he'd never had a 'love' of stories, though he always seemed to find himself with plenty to share, personal sad little bits that he much preferred to keep to himself. He didn't consider himself unpleasant, just brooding, it wasn't truly rude of him to dislike being in others company.
He was curious though, the buck's voice had sounded light through the swamp, interesting, as if it would be something fun to come and listen to him. Really why not? He had nothing better to do..
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 7:54 pm
When he'd first seen the other buck, Fish Bones began to smile, though it died quickly at the tone of the other Kimeti's voice. "Yes, please have a seat." With his hoof, Fish Bones indicates the cleared area. Watching the blue buck, and hoping others will join, Fish Bones glances around. Not seeing any others, he sighs. He hated nights when not many other Kimeti came to hear, or tell, stories.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 8:23 pm
 Nightmare-of-Roses awoke from a good nap to hear a voice floating to her ear. She stirred and tossled her mane, frowning at her untimely awakening. Who dared to end her rest?
However, upon listening to the traveling words, she became intrigued. A story? Perhaps this will be of some entertainment. She always liked to have fun. Whether or not at someone else extent...But this was different. Story-telling was a good experience for all. Unless of course, there was a particularly dull story being told. Hopefully, this wasn't one of those times.
Rising from her nest of thorns, she made her way to the source of the noise and found two bucks. A green and brown one, who was the speaker, and a blue one, the listener? Entering the clearing, she bowed her head just enough that the rose she affixed in her hair would not come loose and fall.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:17 pm
"You sound far to polite" dappled noted wistfully, hardly taking any notice of the doe as she entered. He was here for his own reasons, and his attention went all to the speaker, a small way of showing at least some respect. "What kind of story might you be offering up tonight, normally I don't care for such things, but... " he trailed off without finishing the sentence moving to where the green and brown buck had indicated.
Haunches touching the earth and tail shifting about his legs as he sat, curling his legs up beneath his body and settling in against the earth beneath him. Even though he sounded uninterested his eyes were intent on the male, a slight curiosity in them that betrayed his rather dull tone. Maybe a story would be good, it had been quite long since he'd heard any good ones.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:08 am
 Wildfire-storm was not one to miss out on a night of storytelling. He had a few stories he liked to tell, and was always eager to hear and learn new ones. He liked the way stories grew as they were passed from one Kimeti to another, and greatly appreciated the talent of a good storyteller.
It took him some time to make his way to the small group of Kimeti that had gathered. Two bucks and a doe with unusual mane, but he couldn't remember meeting any of them before.
"Good evening," he said and bowed his head in greeting. However, he remained standing since he much prefered standing to sitting.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:23 am
Nightmare raised her eyebrow and frowned at being ignored by the blue buck. An audible huff escaped her lips as she flipped her hair aside and turned to greet the canary and aqua buck.
"Good evening to you as well" she said, nodding to the new-comer. Making herself audible to all three, she announced, "My name is Nightmare-o-Roses." Her voice a deep melodic tone.
She eyed the blue buck as she knelt to the floor to sit more comfortably. How dare he purposefully ignore me..
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 11:45 am
Dappled blinked slowly as the new comer entered, gaze wandering over his golden form, only the slightest nod in acknowledgment gave away that he noticed the bucks presence. Ears shifting slightly at the sound of the does voice, eyes traveling slowly over her noting where she sat, actually taking a chance to look at her this time.
A barely there smile on his thin lips while he quickly looked away not wanting to be caught staring what an interesting look.. "I'm Dappled Despair" he introduced himself softly, the cold uncaring undertone still there, speaking to no one in particular. He didn't truly care if they heard his name or not, but at least he'd said it. It was just another one of those pleasantries, politeness that he didn't see any reason to bother with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:53 pm
Fish Bones smiles at the new comers, glad to see more Kimeti join. Hearing the others give their names, he realizes he hasn't introduced himself yet. "I'm Fish Bones." Looking around, he notes that each has made him or herself comfortable. "Alright, then, time for a story." He sits quiet for a moment, gathering the memory of this story to himself.
"This story is called 'The Foxbun in the Moon'." Fish Bones takes a breath, then continues, his voice sounding deep and tranquil.
"Once, long and long ago, there were three creatures who were friends. One was a mongoose, the second was a songbird, and the last was a foxbun." Pausing for breath, he looks at the others, noticing there are three of them, as there are three in his story. Pushing the though aside, he continues. "They spent their days playing hide-and-seek or chase-me catch-me. Their nights were spent around a campfire, chattering away and nibbling on treats found in the swamp. A slight pause, wondering who'll be the first to ask about 'campfires'.
"One night while they were around the fire, an old doe floated down from the heavens to meet them." When the doe arrives, Fish Bones adds a waivery, spooky quality to his voice. He almost didn't, unsure how these adults would take it, but it's how he's always told the story. "She resembled the moon, her coat light gray with darker gray spots, and she cast off a glow like moonlight. As her hooves touched the ground, the three companions just watched, too awestruck and scared to move." Here Fish Bones stops, taking a few calm breaths, and allowing suspense - he hoped - to build.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 3:25 pm
Nightmare nodded politely to the blue buck, although inside she was still scowling. Now he looks at me..was that a smile? Is he toying with me? The nerve of some bucks...she thought to herself as she looked back to the speaker. Dappled Despair, eh? His name sure sounds like it. she thought, her mind still on the blue buck.
Then she listened to the green one. Fish Bones? A peculiar name, indeed. She turned to look at the golden-blue buck. His name was still a mystery. It was then she realized she was the only doe here. She smirked to herself at the thought. More for me...
As Fish Bones started the tale, her attention was locked on him. She hadn't heard very many stories in her life time and hoped that this would be an ineresting one. The Foxbun in the Moon? Certainly one she wasn't familiar with..Campfires? Spooky voices? What is this, a foal's bedtime story? A fictional tale, obviously. Truly, what are campfires? She knew what fire was...but camps were not in her vocabulary. But to be polite, she remained silent and attentive, nodding every now and then.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 11:40 am
((OOC: Can we stick to this post order now? Shiningamisgirl - Mage-Summoner - The Adorable Panda - me. I'm not going to be around at the same time as you guys since I'm in a different time zone so it would be nice if you didn't skip me.))
Nightmare-o-Roses, Dappled Despair, Fish Bones. Wildfire-storm looked at each Kimeti in turn and committed their name and look to memory. He tried to remember the names of the Kimeti he met, and since memorizing came easy to him he assumed others would also remember his name. It was not always the case, however.
"Nice to meet you all," he said softly just before Fish Bones started his story, "I'm Wildfire-storm"
He hadn't heard this story in a long time, and looked forward to hear Fish Bone's version. Every Kimeti telling a story added a part of themselves to it, so no story telling night was ever the same as another.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:32 pm
This story..is not depressing.. dappled thought to himself with mild interest, finding himself listening despite how happy the story seemed to be. Ah well maybe 'happy' wasn't the right word for it. It caught his attention though, the mention of campfires and great goddesses that inspired fear and awe. A story of old a fairytale even..he liked these kind on occasion, when he felt like listening to something with a bit of mystery in it.
"Camp fires..feh..camps?" he whispered to himself beneath this breath, giving fish bones a curious stare, one that came off as more of a challenge then it should have. As if there were any such things as camps, if camps were even a thing at all. Barely noticing the golden bucks voice, though secretly he stored away his name, he doubted he'd remember it but at least he'd heard it.
His attention half caught for a moment, feeling eyes on him that were gone as soon as he turned his head, was she staring at him? Honestly if she had been he couldnt fathom why, ah maybe it was just his imagination. At least that was what he'd liked to think, surely she'd have no reason to be staring. Pretty and dark or not she was only a doe.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:35 pm
Fish Bones continues, speaking in an imitation of a females voice. "Hello, young ones." She said. "Do you have a bit of food to spare? I've traveled far, and am quite famished."
Setting a sad look about his face, Fish Bones shakes his head. "The three shook their heads, nearly simultaneously. Then the mongoose jumped up and ran off, calling over his shoulder. "I'll go find you some." Catching on, the other two leap up as well, following their friend." He allows excitement to slowly build in his voice.
Taking a few breaths, he continues. "After a short time the songbird returned. In her beak and claws were an assortment of berries. These she dropped on a rock beside the fire, before landing on a log nearby. Just then, the mongoose returned. In his mouth were two small fish, their scales gleaming in the light. These, too, were set on the rock, then he settled by the log." Again, Fish Bones pauses, letting his eyes roam around the group.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 6:21 pm
Nightmare noted the name of the last buck and kept watching Fish Bones. Her eyes flicked back to Dappled Despair when he asked the question, but frowned when it was left unanswered..she'll just have to find out what a camp fire was later...
She continued to listen closely to the story, imagining it unfold right in her head. "What about the foxbun." she said plainly, unafraid to interrupt. He paused for quite some time, after all.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 6:34 am
Wildfire-storm listened with a far away look in his eyes, letting his imagination paint the scene of Fish Bones story. He turned his head when Nightmare-o-Roses spoke and smiled slightly. Impatient like a young filly, that one. Not that an audience had to be silent. Some of the best stories he had heard had been told by several Kimeti filling in the details and expanding the story together. It was rare, but glorious when it happened.
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