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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:46 am
Please post all prompt responses for Usul here
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 9:10 am
Dig, dig, dig.
Usul opened his mouth, pulling the hypnotising scent of mushrooms over his tongue, drool pooling in his mouth. Such a luscious smell. Spring made everything smell wonderful. The smell of good, ripe food, so rare and hard to obtain. He worked furiously at the patch in front of him.
Already he had a pile of food and knick-knacks sitting infront of his poor, crowded excuse of a den. Seeds, fruits that were dark and juicy in color, and human things. So many human things. Shoes, watches, backpacks haphazardly forgotten on a trail. Things that Usul couldn't even name. Things the humans didn't really need. But Usul needed them. They were his. His things.
Dig, dig, dig.
Something bright made his eyes turn and he crouched low over the mushrooms. His mushrooms. A beastly hiss left his throat and he turned his head this way and that, looking for the offender. The one that wanted to take his food. "Mine." He called into the air possessively. "You can find your own. These are mine!"
Another moment passed and nothing moved, and he returned to his digging, piling mushrooms high into his pile of things.
Again the brightness flashed and he hissed. It was closer this time. "It's not yours! I don't have yours. Go find your own!"
He turned to find that half of the mushrooms had been taken from his pile, and all that was left was a silky black feather, hanging off the pile and blowing in the soft breeze. He hissed once more and sniffed it. "Mine." he muttered one last time, and began pushing the pile into his dinky cave. He stashed the food in a corner. The feather he placed at the front of his nest, where he could examine it and look for the beast that took his things.
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