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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:55 pm
 Death Walking had taken another one of her colossal bails. She had managed to climb part way up into a tree, and instead of scrabbling at any available branches and bouncing into the water on her right, she had tumbled head over heels to her left: straight down onto a harder patch of mud mixed with some rocks and boulders of various sizes. Her landing had been a rather hard one, most of the impact focused on her side, so that wasn't so bad, but she had acquired a ton of new scrapes and scratches.
A dribble of blood came down across her missing left eye from her scored brow. And along her side, there were some smaller stones still stuck in, plugging the apparent impalements. After a few moments of lying there, dazed and cursing, the doe slowly gathered her limbs, stood up and hobbled over to the water. She did not know the area that well, but she did know that she needed to clean her wounds and try to remove those rocks. So this is what she set out to do.
Taking a few steps into the water until it reached upto her belly, Death Walking first dunked her head under the surface and shook it side to side, washing away the blood on her face. Lifting her head once more, she could now feel her brow slow to a trickle. She blinked a few times, getting water out of her eye, and opposite eye socket. Not many noticed the fact that this doe had only one eye, in fact, most assumed that the left one had simply dimmed and no longer glowed, and she let them assume that, for she didn't like to talk about it, probably due to the fact that she could not remember how it had happened.
Having cleared her eye, she turned her head to the side and began picking out the rocks stuck in her side so that she could wash her newest cuts out as soon as possible.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 3:10 pm
 Today was a lazy day for Bittersweet-Snow. He was only doing what he was usually doing. Walking around and believing that the birds, the minnows, the lizards, or even the trees were admiring his fur. He was also busy stepping in places with the least mud so that he could avoid covering the lovely blue around his hooves, and the risk of getting small sprinkles of mud onto his legs.
As he looked around him, once again taking note that he was the most colorful and beautiful thing in sight, he saw a figure a small distance away from him. It seemed as though it was a green Kimeti with disorganized patterns of brown and red. He decided to approach it, and the closer he got to the figure, he realized that those 'disorganized patterns of brown and red' were patches of mud and splatters of blood. He was not one to hold his tongue, and said, "Oh my, what did you do to get such a vile coat?" Dusty saw the red tinged mud to his left and soon realized that this doe had fell in one way or another.
He dared not near the mud puddle. If he got close to it, is unmatchable beauty may be tainted by the dark colored mud, which would completely clash with this butterfly designs. He cringed even thinking about stepping in that disgusting pile of dirt and rocks, falling in it? Unimaginable!
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 4:32 pm
The doe patiently removed each and every little rock and shard of stone from her side, nipping them with her teeth, pulling them out and tossing them into the stream. After having done so, she gently sits down to get most of her back into the water. Just as she does this, someone exclaims behind her, and she jumps, surprised by the sudden voice. She turns her head and looks for the speaker, quickly spotting the male of light colors standing a little ways off. Her brow raises at his words and her mouth turns into a sort of 'o' for a moment or two while she gathers her reply and finally manages to respond.
"I'm sorry?" she said first, not sure she'd heard him right, "My coat's not vile. Merely dirty at the moment, hence the washing!" She brow dropped from surprise to slight annoyance, as she looked him over once more. He had beautiful markings along his side that reminded her of a butterfly, and his coat was definitely pristine and well-looked after, which was more than she could say for hers, but vile? Really?
She tossed her head over her shoulder to look over her own coat once more. She saw dull grey, still splattered with patches of mud, and spots of blood. Well.. it was constantly getting matted with blood... but she tried to keep it clean! She got rid of the dry stuff as soon as she could! It wasn't vile... maybe not lustrous... or even all brushed in the same direction... but not vile.
The water of the stream washed over her back, tugging at her fur, and loosening most of the mud and blood away from her. She bent her forelegs a little to get the last bit of her back under the water, but turned her gaze back towards the male while it too was being washed, and said rather indignantly, "If you must know... I was climbing. And then fell. Into that patch of mud over there, cut myself in the process.... and am now washing it all away. Getting rid of the evidence of that stupid, stupid fall..." Her eyes narrowed a little, perhaps even a twinkle of anger sparked in them.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 4:57 pm
Dusty watched with disgust as the doe pulled the little pieces of rock from her side. Why would she be so close to a mud puddle? Especially one with so many rocks in it, wasn't getting your fur covered in mud bad enough? She also injured herself in the process. Even without the mud her fur doesn't look half as exquisite as mine! He thought to himself. He flicked his tail so the pattern was more visible, then arrogantly replied, "If you don't call matted with blood and mud vile, I don't know what vile could possibly be then!" It wasn't brushed the same direction! And despite all that she decides to go roaming around where all the mud and dirt are, he thought to himself. He looked her coat over one more time before he dipped his hooves into the water. They were barely dirty at all, but he did want to look his very best at all times! What about first impressions? He didn't want anyone to think he doesn't take good care of himself.
When he heard the reason why she fell into the mud puddle he grimaced, "Why would you climb so close to this disgusting pile of gunk?" He shook his head, "And with all those branches and twigs, no wonder your fur looks so terribly groomed," he then tilted his head up into the air, "I, for one," he started, "Take care of myself. I walk only in the clearer parts of the swamp, I daily groom my fur, which is lovely if I do say so myself," he glanced at the doe again, and noticed that even after her face was clean, one of her eyes was still dim, and not glowing in the least bit as he saw it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:03 pm
She said nothing to his first comment, not even knowing how to respond to such an insult. She merely began to lick some of her wounds, knowing that her saliva would help them close sooner. She gave the water a few minutes to wash over her, tearing away the dirt and mud and blood that it could, and then she stood, allowing most of the water to drip off of her while she turned to look at the buck again.
He was still talking about how wonderful his coat was, and how well he treated it. She snorted at the arrogance. Sure, he was beautiful, but that would certainly not make up for his attitude. She wondered how the inflated buck was still around, wondered whether the darker creatures of the swamp had not yet gotten to this one, or whether they had left him alone by choice, not wanting to deal with such a disaster. She would have gone with the latter.
Sweetly, she replied, "It is beautiful... and very well kept, that's for sure. More so than your modesty, at least." And with that, she simply closed her eyes and shook off as hard as she could. Her fur shifted back and forth as her entire body shook, expelling water in all directions, getting some good distance. Her tail especially flicked left and right, streaming turrets of water away from her. A few mere seconds, and she was mostly dry. She took two good steps and was standing on land, gently shook out each leg individually and chuckled to herself. Her fur was now standing on end, fluffy and big, as she gave her tail one last flick in her drying process.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 8:23 pm
Dusty smiled to himself as he saw that the doe only turned away for a few moments to clean her wounds before looking back at him. He sincerely thought that she was interested in his lovely fur, Well of course she is! He thought to himself, even the vibrant flowers of the spring would look at me with green envy. He raised his nose into the air once more and tilted the tip of his tail to the air.
He let out a crisp laugh when he heard the doe's comment, "Of course it is beautiful! And modesty? Why that was merely made up to comfort the ugly," he smirked. He thought that it was obvious that this doe would bring modesty up, she was covered in mud and dirt, she was also pretty scratched up.
As he brushed a fleck of dust from his shoulder with the very tip of his tail, which he then dipped into the water, he saw the doe try to dry off from the corner of his eye. He gasped and skittered backwards, trying to get away from the spray of grime, but he couldn't avoid it all. Soon one side of him was dappled with a liquid-y mud. His jaw dropped as he looked at the doe, "How could you do that without warning me, my lovely fur! My beautiful painted wings!" He shook his head with awe. He tried to dip his tail into the water and take the dirt off to prevent his fur getting too wet and eventually getting frizzy, but it looked like he had no choice. He stepped into the stream and quickly started washing the dirt off, glaring at the doe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 3:21 pm
The doe watched the buck freak out in obvious amusement. Her grinning eyes shone bright as her fur began to settle, if only a little, after her bath. She knew it would not be long before her bigger cuts and scratches would begin to bleed again, and trickle blood down her sides, but there wasn't much she could do about that. She bathed often, and licked her wounds clean. It's not like she could just stop moving and living, or something!
The self-enraptured buck had the most priceless look of horror and disgust on his face, that she couldn't restrain a laugh. It tumbled out of her mouth, low and mocking for a few moments, before she could get herself to shut up. By then, she had turned back around to watch the silly buck fervently washing his fur in the stream, and her ears flicked forward to listen to his insane babbles and accusations.
"Well I was obviously done washing, so logically the next step is always drying, is it not?" A sly grin still playing at the corners of her lips, Death Walking twitched her tail from side to side and decided that she was thoroughly done entertaining such a self-important buck. Before turning away to make her way back to her den, she threw in a piece of advice, "Perhaps next time you might want to try to keep your eyes on your surroundings, and your heart a little more open to others' feelings." And with that, she was done with him. She turned back towards the mangroves to her right and began her trek home, this time, keeping her eyes on where she stepped, not wanting to repeat this morning's tumble.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:43 pm
The look of agitation grew as the seconds went by. Even the thought of frizzy and damp fur made him cringe. He used his tail to gently scrub at the stubborn gray-brown spots on his coat. They were indeed coming off, but coming off very slowly.
When he heard her mocking laugh he growled; felt all the blood rush to his face. How could she laugh when his lovely fur was stained like this? For her, getting that mediocre coat of hers dirty was natural, she obviously didn't care as much as he did about his looks, "If only you knew how it felt to actually be able to maintain lovely fur," he grumbled. It looked like from the state she was in that it couldn't be possible.
He decided that she couldn't appreciate the beauty of his coat, thus, he convinced himself that she wasn't worthy of his attention. He simply turned away from her and concentrated completely on his bathing. He tuned her out completely and he didn't turn back until she was quite a distance away.
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