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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:10 pm
 Kismet moves through a field of flowers of all different colors. Such an open patch like this, filled with so much color in one place is a rare occurrence in the Swamp and it makes the finding of it all the sweeter. She bends here and there collecting a flower or two as the color or shape strikes her fancy, their hues as bright as her own coat, and in far more shades. Already, her bright orange curls are filled with the various flowers, with help from her pet Swan.
 Humming as she circles around a few large trees, she pauses suddenly at the sight of a pale-colored buck with purple-ish feather patterns on his fur. The doe cocks her head at the sight of him, curious, and a small smile teases her mouth.
"Well... hello, there. I've never seen you before."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:11 pm
 Dusty bent down gracefully to take a brief whiff of the flowers around him. Their sweet smell filled his nostrils, and a small sense of pride. Just to think he was so much prettier than these delicious smelling flowers. He strode through the forget-me-not's and daisies with his head held high.
He then spotted another kimeti. She was only a small distance from him. She had beautiful long curls, and her fur looked like reflections of light off of the water. Dusty realized that he was soon green with envy. How dare that doe stride through here, was she thinking she could ruin is aura of beauty, make him stand out less? He felt the paranoia creep deeper and deeper into his brain. Suddenly, she was approaching him. He cursed and pretended to be focusing on the dull flowers around him.
When she spoke to him, he smiled a small smile and replied as casually as he could, "Though I come here a lot, it is a big field." He wondered what the smile was for. Was she trying to remind him that she may be just as beautiful as he was? Well, he'd let her know that no one can parallel his beauty. He stuck his nose in the air.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:02 pm
It is a very big field, indeed. Though Kismet doesn't visit it very often, as she prefers the beach rather than coming so deep into the Swamp. Still, she's glad she has, otherwise she might not have met the other Kimeti-- and she rarely sees others of her kind, remote as she is from where most of them tend to live.
Kismet's smile falter's a little when it's not returned, however, and she tilts her head at the buck to regard him a bit more critically, though her bright, glowing eyes are difficult to read. She thinks the look on his face may be slightly insulted, though she isn't sure why.
"Have I interrupted you? I've never seen a kimeti with feather patterns on their coat before."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 4:52 pm
Seeing the other Kimeti's smile fade provided Dusty with a tiny spark of smugness. But that spark faded as fast as it came. She was so unique, fiery curls and one of a kind horns. Who did she think she was? Strolling right into his presence of beauty. This must be a part of some sort of plan! He thought to himself, annoyed.
"Oh no, of course not," he refrained from rolling his eyes, "And I've always thought my patterns to resemble those of a butterfly, But I guess their beauty is comparable to some regal fowl." He smiled a bit. He then saw something in her hair. It looked like a star, but it wasn't aglow. If he had something like that to adorn his fur with, he'd be even more gorgeous. Sucking in his pride for a second he said, "That star in your hair is quite exquisite." He gritted his teeth for a moment, he had never complimented anyone or anything before. "Where did you acquire such a thing?" He looked her in the eye, waiting for the answer.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 3:38 pm
Kismet notes the darkness in his gaze, but she isn't sure of the cause for it. Maybe he was just having a bad day? In that case, she'd be sure to keep him company-- to try and brighten it up some. Her smile returns full force at his compliment, and she laughs a little-- bright, clear, and full-- the way water might sound if it laughed.
"Oh, they wash up sometimes on the beach. I collect them and let them dry out. Mystic helps me put them in my hair sometimes, along with other things." She shakes her head, and some of the numerous flowers in her hair fall out at her feet. "And yes, I suppose they do look like butterfly patterns-- quite pretty."
"Have you ever been to the beach?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:48 am
Dusty got angry as he saw the doe smile, she was proud of herself wasn't she? Does she think she is fairer and more beautiful than I? He restrained himself from pouting and kept his nose in the air. Then he heard the word beach. Oh he had been there alright. The salty spray dehydrated his fur and made it look coarse if he stayed there for too long. But the other doe's coat looked gorgeous, it wasn't fair.
He fully absorbed the compliment, "They are, aren't they?" he smiled smugly. "The beach, yes I have been to that place before." His smile had faded by now, "I disliked going there though. Didn't do too much good for my coat."
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 4:37 pm
Kismet notes his smug smile, and suppresses the amused smile that flits across her lips, though she can't quite keep the sparkle of it out of her vibrant eyes-- the way they crinkle a little with it, the glow more intense in her slightly squinted gaze.
"Mystic helps me to keep my hair in order. The wind can sometimes get it into a tangle, though the salt water never bothered me... I like it. Especially on a hot day, and there are always all kinds of pretty things washing up on the shore to put into my hair, or collect for my den."
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:50 am
Dusty noticed the amused glow in her eyes, but he decided not to comment. Mystic? He assumed that was her little swan pet, who matched Kismet's colors in a way. Dusty had always wanted a little minion to help him smooth his fur and decorate it.
"How nice of your swan to do that," Dusty forced a smile, "Oh do they? I may want to go to this beach place again." Maybe there will be other beautiful things to wash onto the shore, things that Dusty could use?
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:05 pm
"Well.... if you want to see it again, I could always show you the way? The section of the beach I stay in is much calmer than some areas. The wind isn't as rough, and the water isn't as angry. There's plenty of soft, smooth sand to roll in after a swim, too." She smiles at him, just vain enough to be aware of how pretty an expression looks on her, and tilts her head curiously.
"Would you like to go?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 1:02 pm
Dusty had already made up his mind, but he didn't want to sound too eager, "Well since the wind isn't rough, I guess there is little risk of my fur being ruffled," He didn't like the idea of sand getting into his fur, or the idea of too much salt water. But he sure wanted something as beautiful as what Kismet had in her hair. "I hope it isn't too far." Dusty raised his snout in the air.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 2:33 pm
"Alright, then! It's a date." She smiles sweetly at him once more, completely unaware of the dark thoughts the buck is having, and tilts her head up at him. "Shall we go, then? It's not terribly far, and we can talk along the way."
Kismet leads the buck away from the field where they met, and heads south, toward the beach. The area she has in mind is quite a ways from the Tidewalkers' lands, and is far more a hospitable place [though certainly not quite as generous as the mother swamp]. It may help to explain Kismet's dainty frame, in fact. For although she is rarely hungry, she does not eat much meat, due to her location on the beach, subsiding primarily on kelp and other beach flora, as well as the occasional fish [which really is not all that fatty]. Still, as she walks at a good clip next to the buck, it is evident that she is in good shape--- the muscles in her wry frame moving smooth as oil under her skin.
And Kismet knows how good she looks. Granted, her vanity does not nearly match that of her companion's, but it is there.
"...By the way, my name is Kismet." She laughs a little, that clear bell-like laugh, "I introduced my swan before I gave you my own name! How silly of me."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:14 pm
Thoughts of all the beautiful baubles Dusty might find at the beach almost makes him deaf to Kismet's words, but he manages to catch some of what she said. "Yes, let's depart," He says almost distantly.
Kismet's pace plucks him out of his thoughts, though, it was no leisurely stroll. Although Dusty is also quite fit, he usually prefers to walk a bit slower, unless he is trotting for the purpose of staying fit. The doe doesn't look like she is using much energy at all, which sends another surge of jealousy Dusty's way. He doesn't like the pace too much but he tries to make it look like he is used to walking like this all the time. He realizes it's all for the better, he would rather arrive at the beach before it starts to get dark.
"My name is Bitter-sweet snow," Dusty replies, barely acknowledging her comment, "But some kimeti call me Dusty, referring to the dust on the wings of butterflies or moths, not the kind that gets trapped in one's fur on a dry day." He doesn't really love his nickname, at times it simply sounds unclean.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:38 pm
Kismet glances over at the other buck, and notes that his own pace is not quite as smooth as her own. She also notes the look of determination in his eyes, and smiles secretly to herself-- his will is rather endearing. But, as he suspects, she does not slow down, for fear of losing too much time before nightfall.
"Dustly," she repeats amiably, "I like it. It's kind of cute, actually."
Kismet does not have a nickname for herself. Her own name is rather short enough, and she has never been called anything else by another kin.
But as the time passes between them, even Kismet begins to get a slight sheen to her coat. The swamp is, after all, quite a bit more muggy and humid than the crisp, breeze-blown air of the beach. She does not really mind the extra challenge as she keeps up the pace. In fact, it only makes her more eager for them to reach her home-- if only so that she might take a cool, refreshing swim in the shallows.
"We're nearly there." She remarks after awhile. The trees are still thick, but the air is just slightly different. In another ten minutes, the trees will seem to clear almost abruptly, and the whites of the sands, and the blue of the waves, will be right before them both.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:24 pm
A whole series of events that have never happened to Dusty before starts to happen. And it is not pleasant to him. No one had ever called him cute, or got away with saying his name wrong without a long rant from yours truly. He feels annoyance simmering but he is too sweaty for the annoyance to boil over to anger. That is another thing, he has never ever been sweaty. Any time there is a possibility that he would sweat, he would have gone to find shade. This time, he has no choice but to simply deal with this new sensation.
"Thank goodness," Dusty pants as he hears that they are nearing the destination. He senses the slight change in the air, and he almost smiles.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:21 pm
haha xD "Dustly" was a typo, but it doesn't matter :p
The view opens up before them, then. The ocean sparkles like one, gigantic gem with a thousand different shades of blue and green, glimmering in the late afternoon sun. The crash of the waves is almost melodic in it's constant, unpredictable rhythm, and the gulls, crying in the distance, lend their voices to the symphony.
Kismet does smile. This is home, for her, and she breathes in the familiar salt air as the breeze picks up her hair, tugging-- gentle and lazy.
"Welcome to the ocean."
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