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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:13 am
 Alexandrite Sun really had no friends. Maybe it was because she couldn't find anybody that could tolerate her childlike cruelty that occasionally would rear its nasty head once she got comfortable with a person. Maybe it was because she was so strange in general. Maybe, just maybe, it was because something about her just screamed "intimidating."
Not that she tried to be any of those things, she wouldn't know even if you told her.
But Alexandrite Sun always has a smile on her face. Her voice is always sugary sweet. Her eyes are always pleasantly blank.
She is a little cracked. A little cold.
Perhaps this is how she came to be nicknamed Winter.
This particular evening, though, the sun setting just over the horizon, Winter finds herself snapping playfully at the fireflies dancing around her head, not trying to hurt them, but not terribly bothered if she did.
Her hooves move in time to some rhythm only she can hear as she chases rather elegantly after the little insects, trying to grab as many of them as she can in her little muzzle, not at all hindered by their flapping, tickling wings.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:39 pm
 He had been watching the doe with the wheat-tresses and the coat of sky and grass for some time now. Her coat depicted a seen he had once saw on the edge of the swamp, and it was strange to see it here, in the heart of things.
She was chasing bugs and snapping them up like a filly in the summer, and yet Cold Hammer could not bring up the courage to approach her. He was quite ashamed at himself for watching the
young doe for so long, but she was entrancing. Her play was almost like a dance, and the heartbeat of the swamp was the beat.
It was sundown, and he wouldn't be able to see her coat for much longer, unless he approached. So gathering his courage, he picked his way toward her, trying to be obvious, but not overtly so.
"The bugs must taste delicious, for what you work for them. Tell me, as I have never tried," he introduced himself, rather awkwardly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:42 pm
She was, understandably, a bit shocked when she saw another Kimeti coming towards her... But she would pay him no notice until he was close enough that she could hear his words. Her eyes widened slightly when she realised the words were directed towards her and her jaw fell just enough that a firefly freed itself from its temporary jail.
Winter frowned at the little firefly but opened her mouth, allowing the others to escape as well.
"I won't tell anybody if you dance with me and the fireflies." she mused. "They tickle a bit, though." she added on as a slight warning.
"Perhaps you should try, da?" And with that, Winter began her strange dance again, slightly weary that she scared the buck away, though resigning herself to her solitude all the same.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:49 pm
Red watched in surprise and some amusement as the doe started her intricate dance again, merely content to watch her coat move. He was aware this was slightly (okay, more than slightly) creepy, and so he started to study her dance.
When he felt he was ready, he tried to replicate the steps (quite awkwardly, but he would never admit that!) and reached to taste the little lightning bug.
Overall, it was the texture that got to him. It didn't taste too bad, but it wriggled and writhed and longed to be set free, so he let it.
He glanced over at the doe to see if it was alright, but she seemed to be content with her own dance. In his studies, he missed the rock on the ground and landed flat on his face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:04 am
"You tried." she seemed pleased at that.
She carefully made her way over to the buck, "I'm Alexandrite Sun." she spoke cheerfully, "If you like me you can call me Winter, da." the last bit sounded sad, almost forlorn, but her expression never changed.
She was sure he didn't.
Winter nudged his neck gently with her muzzle, a sort-of attempt to help him up, not entirely sure what she could do to help, anyway.
"Don't hurt yourself." she whispered, her head low and close to his as she bent, offering her entire body as some sort of support to help him back to his feet- if he wanted the help.
"You have a name, da? I want to hear it." She kept her gaze on him, her eyes pleasantly blank and her face pleasantly... pleasant. It was difficult to read her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:03 pm
She had a very lovely name, and it seemed almost a waste not to use it. However, the tone of her voiced changed when she suggested her nickname, so he felt it was best to use it.
"Winter, eh? My name is Cold Hammer, though some call me Red." As he said this, he lifted himself up, more embarrassed than hurt in any way.
"Don't worry about me, sweet doe, a little trip does me well once in a while!" he said with a grin, trying to show he was alright.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 4:29 am
Oh! Could he like her?
Taking a half step back, Winter nodded, "Red." She cocked her head to one side, her eyes remaining on the buck's face, "Do you prefer Red to Cold Hammer?" She paused, almost giving him time to answer but began speaking again.
She wasn't sure what her reaction was to the grin, but a faint blush had risen to her face, making the clouded-sky markings on her face look as the sky does when the sun sets. "I don't worry." she spoke, turning her head away immediately, hiding her warm cheeks.
It was obviously a lie, she wasn't very good at them. Winter shivered, ruffling her coat, "You can have another trip if it is good for you." Her voice was sweet and sing-songy as ever as the words escaped her. She was blushing furiously now, keeping her head down low. It wasn't that she was trying to be mean, it was just that she tended to show affection like a colt does to a filly- childishly mean.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:20 pm
She posed a question - and then spoke again. Her first question was interesting; he supposed it didn't much matter to him. Her second question didn't seem mean and it had her blushing up a sunset.
Trying to give her time to recover, he said, "Well, I don't suppose I prefer either, but Red is easier to say." Pausing for emphases, he continued, "Hah! Another trip! One is quite good enough, thank you!" He rubbed his snout with a leg, to show how wounded he was.
"Sweet doe, your words wound me," he said in jest, grinning.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 3:54 am
Winter nodded the slightest bit, an agreement that "Red" was easier to say. She supposed she could call him that. Or Cold Hammer. She'd decide eventually.
"Ehhh?" Winter tilted her head low to the other side, her violet eyes focused on Cold Hammer's face. "Oh, I see." a smile touched her muzzle and she shuffled awkwardly.
"At least it is only my words, da?" by now the sun in her cheeks had set. She shook her head back, swinging her tresses away from her eyes that now followed the fireflies again, particularly the ones that danced around Cold Hammer.
"You don't dance often." it was more of a statement then a question, but she hoped for an answer all the same.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:37 pm
Red watched the sunset in her cheeks fade, and stared at her face as she watched the fireflies. She had an interesting coat, to say the least. He wondered if it swayed in the wind.
Too late, he realized she asked a question.
"Er, um... no, I can't say I dance that often." Thinking about it a bit more, he asked, "Do you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:23 pm
"Da." she smiled. "Or no."
What was it? "We could dance together." she whispered, "Your colours remind me of something comfortable."
She carefully stepped- more like drifted- closer to Cold Hammer, that smile still on her face. She swept her tail close to his rear leg- not too hard, but practically smacking him with it once or twice- and then put one of her front legs close to one of his.
"Unless it is too close for you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 5:53 pm
Red watched the doe drift closer to himself, and his breathing hitched in his throat. He jumped a bit as her tail touched his rear leg, and he put his head down a bit, looking toward the ground, as she approached.
"Dance together?" he said softly. "I can't dance alone, sweet doe, let alone with another."
He paused for a moment. "You would have to show me?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 6:21 pm
Her eyes lit up with the suggestion. She was sure anybody could dance, given the right motivation or having the right teacher; Dancing wasn't difficult, it was just moving your body. She lowered her head close to his and touched just below his eye with her muzzle, "Move with me, da?" she whispered.
Winter stepped closer and then moved the length of her body against his, urging him to move in the same graceful manner that she did. Her tail curled around the leg she had smacked and seemed to pull against it before letting go and swaying just a short distance away from him. She moved slowly, her steps light and easy to follow.
Oh how she loved to dance- this way and that, anywhere she pleased. Sometimes when she danced she could imagine it was the wind moving her; A dance created by the swamp itself... But today it was a specific dance, one of her favourites that she only danced with fireflies.
"Like this." she called softly, repeating the same steps a few times before him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:47 pm
Brow furrowed, tongue-in-teeth, and eyes down, Red tried to follow Winter's steps as close as he could. Her movements were lithe and graceful (and flush against his body. Luckily the red blended in.) and his were lumbering and clumsy. He wasn't much of a mover, and he was well known for staying still for long periods of time.
Still, he enjoyed this doe, and spending time with her. She was probably fed up with his terrible 4 left hooves, but he was enjoying it nonetheless.
Then again, he'd probably dance better without all of this internal narration.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:18 pm
She watched him with an interest she wasn't sure she understood.
It was true, he didn't dance very well at all.
She stilled herself and closed the distance between Cold Hammer and herself once more, sliding the length of her body against his again, but this time not moving away. "You can't dance?" it was a question, but a statement all the same; not intended to hurt- her statements never were- just a fact that he, himself, had stated.
All but purring against him, Winter nuzzled against the buck's neck before nipping gently at one of his ears, a sudden playfulness overcoming her.
"If you can't dance... You would like to do something else, da?" her voice was innocent and light, not at all implying what the words would seem to imply. Really. She didn't quite realise what she may be doing with her actions.
All she knew was that, for some reason, she liked Cold Hammer, and wanted to spend more time with him.
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