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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 1:11 am
Kindness stood awkwardly a bit away from a large, tilted boulder. It was higher on one end than the other, making a deep cave hidden behind tall grass. He had never been to Breakaway’s den before but based on the descriptions she had given him he was sure this was hers. Besides, her sent was all around. He shuffled awkwardly from one leg to another trying to gather his wits together. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was not going to be overly welcome to his arriving unannounced. It wasn’t that she had a bad temper, per say, she was just a little bid… er… moody. The pregnancy wasn’t helping.
Maybe she wasn’t even there… he hasn’t seen her in a while, so it was possible she had gone away though he thought it would be difficult given her current state. He sighed (which was difficult around the fish tails he was holding between his teeth) and rounded up his courage. It was sad how a silly little doe could make him so crazy. Movement in the grass outside the den made his heart jump into his throat for a moment, but it was only a mouse darting out and across the small clearing.
When he got to the opening pushed a few stalks of grass out of the with his hoof in order to get in. It struck him as slightly weird that they seemed to resist the movement so much, they had to be moved in order to get in and out of the den and the grass should have been long since broken to the bend. It was dark, compared the blistering sunlight outside, and it took Kindness’ eyes a moment to adjust. When they did he was a little bit unsettled by what he saw.
The den was empty, but there was more to it than that. It took him a minute to put his finger on it. There in the corner of the den was the evidence of a previous meal. Some bones and a half rotten fruit. Clearly it had been there for a few days. There was no way Breakaway would have left something around so long it would go bad. Sure, he could see her cheerfully decorating her home with sculls of the creatures she’s killed and making charms from their bones, but not like that.
He looked around, and sniffed the air. Her sent was there, no question, but it was old.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 1:21 am
 Since their first meeting nearly a month or so before, Breakaway had kept in somewhat infrequent contact with Kindness. It had been more frequent than not, in the beginning, but as her sides began to bulge and get larger, she stopped visiting quite so often. It had taken too much effort to do so. So, a few days ago when she'd wandered out of her den to travel a bit of her territory for no other reason than being tired of lazing about, she'd run into the Mare. She hadn't seen Kindness since, but it wasn't like he'd really said he wanted to help with the babies, anyway. So she hadn't thought twice about staying in the cozy den the legendary had left her with as part of the blessing. The fresh water was welcome, and the supply of fish in the stream, and the fresh berry plants that grew near it. Only, as she stands there, stooped low and heavy over the stream, a flash of yellow catches her eye, and she stretches up languidly. She knows that yellow, and her brow knits in confusion, wondering, for one, how the buck found her and why he'd bothered to look so far. "Kindness?"
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 2:18 am
Kindness backed up out of the den, unintentionally trampling a section of the grass wall in the process. He sniffed the air constantly, trying to pick up on the faintest clues. There was no need for him to be getting nervous, it wasn’t like he didn’t wander away from his den for days at a time for no reason, but this was different. It wasn’t that Breakaway couldn’t take care of herself (he had plenty of hoof shaped bruises to prove it) but the last time he had seen her the weight and bulk of the sacks she was carrying had been making things difficult for her. He worried that maybe she had gotten stuck somewhere, or worse yet, ran into something dangerous. He tried to tell himself that he should be getting so worked up, she certainly wouldn’t were the situations reversed, but he couldn’t help it.
He wandered a loop around the area around her den until he picked up a trail that seemed fresher than the rest. Thankfully she seemed to be staying pretty close to her home recently so there weren’t to many options. He took up the trail quickly, long since having abandonded the fish he had brought, looking for anything that might hint as to what happened to her. It was some time before he came to something that seemed off, an unfamiliar feeling. Not a scent; it was like the echo of something. Something powerful, not necessarily dangerous, but different. It sent shivers down his spine.
A blue and yellow feather was trampled under his hoof as he quickened his pace. Some parts along the path it was harder to follow, Breakaways sent having been washed away but one thing or another, but he relied on other clues to lead him. Thankfully her wider birth had a made her a bit less graceful than usual and she had brushed against more of the trees and bushes than she normally would have. After a while the bushes became thornier and the terrain even more unwelcoming. They were a long way away from her den now, but he was sure she had come here. Why would she have gone so far? And in her state…
In front of him was a wall of tangled branches, covered in thorns. It seemed as if the path had stopped there until he saw the small archway, almost hidden from view by the surrounding greenery. He walked through it, having to duck down so he could fit. Inside was the most amazing setup, everything a doe could need. How had Breakaway known about this place?
“Kindness?”
Her voice almost made him jump out of his skin, he turned quickly and saw her, bending over the stream that ran through part of the clearing. His relief was immediate and for a moment it unarmed him, but he shoved it down. The yellow buck closed the distance between them with a few quick steps, stopping just opposite her along the other side of the water. “Breakaway.” He said, a smile coming across his lips. She looked surprised to see him, and he supposed, rightfully so. For a moment he wondered if she had wandered here in order to avoid him and the smile faltered slightly.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:50 pm
The doe notices the way Kindness' smile falters a moment after it lights up his face. His smile always had a way of making her feel just a little bit weak in the knees, something she always tried to hide, and seemed did a rather good job of. She ignores his look of uncertainty and studies him.
"You came looking for me." It's not a question, but it's not harsh either. A small smile hovers on her face at the sight of him, and she turns to look at the cavern-like clearing.
"I went for a walk a few days ago, and ran into the most wonderful creature.... she was a kimeti, like us but.. powerful. I think she was one of those which the Old Stories speak of-- a legendary. She led me here." She sighs a bit heavily, not at the story but at the weight in her heavy stomach.
After another look at him she moves to the nesting bed not far away. Over the last few days she'd dragged in the softest of the plants to build the nest with, and it was thick and soft now. She lays down on it gratefully before speaking again. "Not much longer now, I should think. Perhaps a week or two at most." She laughs softly, stroking her nose over one swollen side fondly, "There are many of them."
"So tell me... what made you come so far looking for me?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 8:13 am
Something about the look she was giving him felt like a test and suddelly Kindness was very uncomfortable. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but he had just spent the last while frantically scampering through the forest trying to find her so he wasn’t feeling just as sure of himself as he normally would. So, he smirked.
A legendary? On of the ‘chosen’. He had always been a little bit facinated by their stories but he never really expected them to be fact. Most of the stories were, after all, fiction. Who ever it was who brought her here though he was greatful for. There really couldn’t be a place better suited for a doe in her state.
Breakaway’s movements were so difforent weighed down with their babies, slow and awkward where they used to be graceful and made with purpose. But still, somehow, in managed to be endearing. A few weeks ago he would have rolled his eyes at himself. “I…” was worried about you, he would have choked on the words. Instead of answering her he jumped lightly across the stream walked over to the nest. He sat down beside it and examines her swollen belly, but doesn’t say anything.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 3:31 pm
At the lack of response, Breakaway raises one brow and watches as the buck crosses the den to her nest, and lies down beside her. Her smile, the entire time, lengthening into a bemused smirk seems a counterpoint to his own expression of false-bravado.
She shifts over a little as his side brushes hers, her sharp, intelligent eyes watching his face as he looks at her swollen stomach. Some tension in her eases at this. Kindness, she knows, never had to come looking for her when he didn't find her in her usual den-- yet he had. His silence is almost answer enough. She doesn't need him to speak to understand. If he hadn't wanted to be there, he would not have come. Her smirk softens to a real smile that touches her eyes, and is somehow nicer, without all the sarcastic amusement in it's depths. The doe stretches her neck out and brushes her nose against his cheek, then nips an ear playfully, the smirk back as quickly as ever.
"Well then, go get me some food you lump. All these babies... I swear they're more like little lynx than kimeti... make me hungry all the time."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 5:48 pm
When he noticed her staring at him Kindness quickly shifted his gaze forward and rested his head on his front legs, trying to look as nonplussed as possible. The whole scene was playing out for too sweetly for his tastes. Next thing he knew he felt Breakaway’s nose bump his cheek and then a sharp pain in his ear. Well, at least things were back to a place where he knew what he was doing. He smirked at her and bumped her head with his as he stood up.
“Oh little Foxbun what would you do without me?” He sing-songed playfully, using his favourite nick name for her. He stepped away quickly before she could take any kind of physical revenge from her place on the ground.
The stream seemed to be the best choice for finding something to eat. There was no doubt that there was an abundance of food around the clearing but he had a knack for catching fish, and there were plenty flicking through the clear water. He waited for the right moment and when it came struck out with practiced deftness, the fish scattered but he had hit his mark. He bent down and picked up the scaly morsel and brought it back to the nest.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:52 pm
"I'd probably have less headache!" She calls back to him, though her tone is not entirely unkind-- a smirk dancing around the corners of her mouth. She feels content, for the most part. A small part of her, however, is uncomfortable with the growing affection she feels for Kindness. She's never needed someone else before-- has always relied on herself. When she hatched, there had been no one else around, and she never knew her siblings. In fact, she'd never really spent as much time around other kimeti as she has with the yellow buck. It makes her feel in need of him-- and this thought makes her uneasy, perhaps even a little bit frightened, which only makes her frustrated.
However, when Kindness returns with something to eat she just smirks at her in that sharp, cunning way of hers and eyes him a little, "Is that all Mr. Hunter? or are the fish too quick this afternoon?" She's teasing of course-- the fish is plenty large enough to satisfy, at least for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:54 pm
When he was young he always hated strong minded does, they were obnoxious and rude with no sense of propriety. The meek ones weren’t any better; they couldn’t do anything for themselves, even form an opinion. Except, he had seen, when one did get an idea into their head that no matter how sweet a doe might be she would promptly force it on the nearest available buck, who proceeds to trip this way and that trying to accommodate them. He told his friends that he would never be like that, no doe would control him. Had not that long ago someone told him that he would be running errands for a doe as loud and crass as Breakaway he would have laughed in their face.
But… he didn’t mind. The fact of that matter was Breakaway didn’t need him, she was strong enough to take care of herself and perfectly happy to do so. He found himself actually wanting to do things for her when before he could hardly be motivated to do things for himself. All so she would flash him that smirk he liked so much. He knew she was teasing him but all the same
“I’m sorry!” Kindness said with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize you would have such a hardy apatite. If you let those little ones start calling the shots now we’ll have a miserable time of them when they hatch.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:27 pm
She chuckles softly between a mouthful of the sweet fish and cocks her head at him in that way of hers. Oh really?, it seems to ask. She finishes her fish without further comment-- she really had been hungry, after all, and then sits back with a contented sigh.
"Well... if they're anything like their mother.. Some of them are quite restless. I can already feel them moving all the time nowadays. They'll be wanting out soon." This thought makes her face screw up in distaste. The thought of so many sacs makes her ache already, and she pushes the thought aside with a flick of her ears and a swish of her tail.
"Besides, lazy-a** like you will need some exercise. I'll send them all after you when they get too rowdy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:41 pm
When she (omnommed) finished her fish Kindness took a short wander around the clearing, checking it out in greater detail. It really was a nice place, it would be perfect for keeping the little ones in one place… Somehow he couldn’t quite picture having foals around. Never once had he seen himself as a father; not that he had ever known his or had any kind of model by which to mold himself. It made him fidget uncomfortably so he snapped a branch of sweet berries off one of the bushes along the edge and brought it back for Breakaway, He laid it down by the sparse remains of the fish and then settled himself down beside her again.
“Oh, I do hope not. I’m not sure I could keep up with more of you…” He joked and watched her face twist itself into funny shapes. He smiled his dare devil smile, knowing that she would know that he had no idea what he was talking about. “I will be more than capable of keeping up with anything they can come up with.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:49 pm
Breakaway grins at Kindness and pulls a few of the berries off the proffered branch to swallow the sweet fruit. She too had grown up alone, but thinks she turned out rather well for it. After all, many Kimeti grow up alone, or, at least, without the added protection of parents.
"I'll hold you to that... Though sometimes I think you find it difficult to even keep up with me," she chuckles softly, her eyes sharp and teasing, "Am I too much for you? Perhaps I should learn to be a good girl."
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:06 pm
Kindness reached across her and pulled a berry from the branch for himself after she pulled away. He realized that they had never spoken about their young lives and he wondered what kind of childhood she had had. It was probable that she had grown up much like him, most kimeti grew up alone. He was thankful that he had at least had his friends, a few colts who stuck it out together. Maybe these little ones would have a different experience.
“Anything you can throw at me I can handle, no need for you to change, which is a good thing since I suspect,” Kindness drawled monotonously, “that that would be outside even your range of abilities.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:23 pm
Breakaway sniffs, almost indignantly, and turns to roll onto her side to take some of the weight off her stomach, and rolls her eyes at Kindness-- all of it making a very clear message. 'F-ck you'.
"Hn.. and what would make me want to change anyway?" She smirks at him, toothy and wide enough to show the sharper edges of her canines-- it makes her look wily and vicious and uncontrollable. "I like being able to handle myself."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:36 pm
Kindness blinked. It was just supposed to be a little playful banter, it wasn’t supposed to upset her. She rolled away from him and he shook off the fact that he felt colder for reasons other than her increased physical difference. Breakaway turned to him and smiled in that strange, angry way of hers that he liked so much. It made her seem wild and untamed, completely unruly. That was of course, just how she was.
“Nothing could ever make you change.” He quipped back a teasing smile on his face, adding silently ‘and I hope you never do’.
He wasn’t sure where he sat with her. Sometimes he thought that maybe… but then at other times… he reminded himself that she only kept him around for whatever use he might be, and nothing else. Friendship maybe, but he was starting to realize that that wasn’t what he was feeling for her.
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