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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:29 pm
 She had found a lovely little cave to stay in for a few days, and she felt like she had some sort of obligation to. It had been many moons since she had last seen her mother, and even if the older kimeti lacked the...maturity of child-rearing, she still enjoyed her company.
Dream Weaver had just finished a great story telling last night, and it was certain that many kimeti would show up in the coming days when they found out where she was staying. She knew of other kimeti who concocted such things as she, and she wondered if they were ever quite so bothered.
Her foxbun was excitedly running in and out and around all sorts of things - but he was going to see his mother as well, so she supposed he could be a little exuberant.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:48 pm
Immortal had heard other kimeti speak stories, stories that intrigued him so far as to get him to hunt down more of these kimeti to find out all that he could. Much to Memory's dismay, this took a few days, but Immortal kept reassuring him that this would be to their benefit, and that it would only be an hour more - though in fact it took him about two days.
Apparently, as far as he could gather anyway, Immortal found out that there was a doe that could make certain concoctions out of mundane things like plants and fungii, that could... mess with the mind. And this very much intrigued Immortal.
He could push his physical limits, and so predictably, eventually he wanted to see how far he could push his mental limits, and what better way to do this than by trying these so called 'drugs' and trying to resist them? As far as he saw it, the worst that could happen is he would see some funky dreams and have a good time!
Memory was tired of walking. They had walked so far already! Wasn't Immortal done searching yet? They must have travelled across half the swamp by now! He was cranky, tired, hungry, and sleepy. All that he wanted was for this fool-hardy search to be over and done with, so when Immortal kept going on and on about this mystical cave where this stupid doe would make some stupid drink or paste or who knows what else, Memory decided to finish it for him.
With this determination in mind, he strode right up to the cave they had been eyeing for the last half hour and stomped his hoof on the rocky floor three times, calling out rather annoyed, "Hello? Magic-mixer doe here?" He paused a moment, heard nothing and instead leaned up against the wall of the cave just inside the overhang and slid down slowly. The instant his head hit the ground he was fast asleep, as his brother slowly approached the entrance to the cave.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:54 pm
Already there were bucks clamoring on her hearth, but they at least came up with a clever nickname. Being called Flower-Foot had been her favorite, but "Magic-Mixer Doe" was up there.
Calmly, she walked forward towards the mouth of the cave, and saw a pale buck unconscious at the foot of the overhang, and a dark green one at the entrance. They looked familiar, but the thought was fleeting.
"Hello there!" she called out. "What can I do for you?" she asked rather puzzledly*, since they must have been searching for her overlong to find her so quickly.
*I made this word up >.>
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:05 pm
Immortal raised an eyebrow at Memory. He rarely saw him actually put his mind to accomplishing anything, and so his heading over and knocking at the cave had Immortal surprised if nothing else. But his mental questions were quickly cut off by a female voice emerging from the dwelling before him, and so by the time his gaze switched over to where it came from, the doe had mostly emerged from the shadows and he could see that her coat was mostly mud-brown, with some lighter splotches on her legs.... and something about her was familiar.... though what, he really couldn't say...
With a bit of a start, he realises he hasn't yet said anything in response, and so bows his head quickly and responds as politely and calmly as he can manage, "Good day, dear doe. My... brother..." he shuffles a hoof towards the tan sleeping mound, "...and I were looking for a doe of unspeakable talent. There have been tales of her mystical prowess over plant and fungi alike, and.... well... I was... that is - we were wondering how we could convince such a doe to share some of that knowledge, or at least some of the prize..." With that, he offers her a smile as sincere as he can manage, he really did want to be nice to her, after all, who wants to help someone they don't like?
During all of this, Memory slept, and as he slept some sort of smell wafted into his nostrils. It was sweet and hypnotising, and it induced a dream that was none too familiar. It started off on a bright sunny day in the flatlands where the tall grass grows... there was a beautifully white foxbun running through the blades...
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:01 pm
 Dusk was quite glad she had decided to get a foxbun. It was lovely when the little thing bred, and her daughter probably thought that she just didn't want to keep another pet. In all actuality, her dear Dawn-Binding liked to run to her children, and Dusk liked to chase her.
She had passed some pretty flowers and hoppy bugs on her way to see her daughter - and was quite sad to leave them. But since she was seeing her only daughter, she reasoned that it was alright!
Knot usually stayed in a cave within an alligator's crawl of where she would preform her stories, and her last message had said she'd be somewhere around here. Her little foxbun had a generally good nose, so she was sure she'd be there in no time!
Just as that thought came out - and a rather large bug flew by - Dawn took a nose dive to the left into a clearing with a cave that had two crusty looking bucks standing before the entrance. One called for her daughter, and then slid down into the cave.
That looked like fun! She was far enough that if she got in a good gallop...yes!
So she took off, and sped past the green buck to slide into the cave past the sleeping white buck right into the feet of her daughter. Laughing, she looked at her through her eyelashes, and batted them a few times.
 Knot watched past the green buck asking for something in horror as her mother came careening toward the cave entrance, sliding down the overhang, right to her feet.
She even had the audacity to act innocent! How could she have spawned from such a thing? She could only imagine what her brothers were like now...but she had never met her father, so maybe (hopefully) they all acted like him.
She glanced at the green buck apologetically. Then she realized why he looked familiar.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:29 pm
Immortal had now been looking at this doe more closely for about a minute, without her answering him when something came crashing out of the trees behind him and continued to slide straight into the cave. When his gaze fell upon this thing, he realised that it had been a doe, running full-tilt. A grin crawled across his muzzle at this development and when she fluttered her eyelashes, he even went so far as to extend his greeting. "Hello there!" He said rather cheerfully, amused by her entrance. Though as he looked at her, he tilted his head and couldn't help but think that she was somehow familiar... he knew her scent... though he supposed he could be mistaken because how would he know this doe's scent? He didn't think he had ever met her before... this was all rather confusing for him. It was usually his brother forgetting things, not him!
... running, it was running faster and faster, and it was running away from him! So naturally, the tan buck began to run after the little white foxbun, chasing it both in the dream, and in reality -- that is, his legs began to churn as if he were running, but he was lying on his side at this point and therefore wasn't actually making any sort of progress other than perhaps kicking some pebbles further into the cave. Aloud he mumbled, still asleep, "Mine.... mine...."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:00 pm
Dusk glared at her daughter for not acknowledging her, and then turned to the buck who had greeted her. He was green and had crusty skin like her, though not quite as crusty or beautiful. His brother (who else could it be?) was running on the air, and didn't seem to realize he looked silly.
"Green crusty buck, like me," she said, "what is your brother doing?" She watched his legs, and started to look for what he was chasing. She only saw her foxbun and her daughter's foxbun chittering away to each other.
Knot looked at the bucks nervously, as if either of them might realize what was going on. Well, the sleeping one wouldn't, that was for sure, but the green one looked sharp.
She was trying to ignore her mother's antics, but when she also noted the buck's similar coating, it was hard not to. Luckily, her mother acted like a foal most of the time.
"Maybe he is trying to get away from you, Mother?" she responded with a grin. "After all, it didn't start until you arrived..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 3:01 pm
When the second doe spoke to him, something clicked in his mind. Like her.... He squinted at her, looking over her coat and then glancing down at his legs. They definitely had the same markings! And when he glanced over at his brother, there was her coat's color! His head tilted as he tried to figure this out. They definitely looked similar... and she had known that they were brothers, so that had to mean... that they were related...
He opened his mouth, brow still scrunched up in slight confusion, and said, "He's... he's running. Chasing something I think. Something that he thinks was his." But he speaks only really half-thinking about what he's saying, because the doe had called this one her mother. And so that would mean... that either the plant-mixer doe was his sister.... or his mother... or possibly and aunt... or maybe even something a little further away. But this doe had a clear coat, just the same colors, and so having figured they are related, but not how, the buck was stuck staring at the dark brown doe with the clear coat, not knowing what to say.
Memory was still passed out, chasing the beloved foxbun that had run away from him with the flower that he had just picked. He had told that foxbun that the flower was going to be for a very pretty doe that he was going to see, and the little bugger snatched it up and ran for it! So, logically, he chased after it trying to get the flower back.
In reality, his legs had moved faster and faster until it was obvious that he was not only running, but galloping after something in his dream and eventually his mumbling stopped and instead his mouth opened so that his tongue could loll out, so that he could pant at this great expenditure of his.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:44 pm
The green crusty buck seemed flustered to answer her question, and she didn't really understand the answer. He was obviously not chasing anything since he wasn't going anywhere! Plus there was nothing in front of him to chase! Silly bucks, not knowing the difference. Maybe she could show them? Her daughter seemed to think he was running from her, but wrong again! He wasn't going anywhere
She cocked her head to the side, and glanced at the foxbuns. Lowering her head, she moved slowly towards them, and pounced. The pair scattered, and she began to show them how to chase.
Laughing, she looked back at the green crusty buck. "Tell your brother this is how you chase things!" she called to them.
Knot watched her mother with chagrin as she chased the poor foxbuns around. It was her favorite hobby, and she supposed she was trying to show them how to properly chase something.
Really, though, this was her mother! Acting like a silly foal, and in front of her presumed nephews. She remembered her brother Dune had alone inherited their mother's crust, though he had their father's markings.
She noticed the green one staring at her, and chose to ignore it. Maybe he would figure it out on his own. It was difficult to say if he knew his father or not.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:41 pm
Rather flustered, Immortal stared at the younger doe for a few more seconds before he caught himself doing it. He shook his head and then looked over to see what the commotion of all the movement was, to find that the older doe was running about and chasing the two foxbuns around the cave. Her exclamation to him was ignored completely, as he turned back to the obviously more competent doe and he said politely, "My name is Immortal. And that's my brother, Memory." He kicked out a hoof in his general direction, "Is... she alright?" He asks quietly, this time discreetly nodding his head in the spotted doe's direction. He figures he needs a little more time to figure out how they must be related, and so tries to buy himself some more time.
Though at this point, he was fairly certain this doe was older than him, there was still a possibility that they were half-siblings.
All of the commotion and running and rock-scraping-by-hoof noises woke Memory up, and he jerked up with a start. His head came up first and his eyes snapped open, ears perked up and all was focused on the doe running around. One word came out of his mouth, barely distinguished from mumbling, "Momma?"
The brothers had never seen their parents, though they knew their scent well, and would Memory have been more awake, he would have registered the image that floated through his mind the instant he said 'momma', and would have seen a hazy green figure, not the crusty brown doe in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:32 pm
Dusk had soon forgotten about the strange bucks visiting her daughter, and promptly ran outside to continue chasing the foxbuns.
There were bugs outside, too. Big, hoppy bugs.
Knot shook her head at the bucks question. "My mother," she said, "has the imaginings of a young filly and enjoys chasing things. I imagine she's trying to teach your brother how to chase properly."
When she spoke of the other buck, she looked over at him, right as he woke up to mumble, "Momma?"
Knot wasn't convinced entirely that they could be related, since her mother could have brothers and sisters with the markings. It could be fairly common in some parts of the swamp to have such a crusty coat. Maybe... probably not. Her mother could still have siblings somewhere, though.
Trying to be slick, she moved in, "Do you know your mother or father, as I know mine?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:48 pm
All Immortal could manage to respond to the doe about her mother was a simple, "Oh." As he watched her continue to chase things and run about like a filly. That much at least was true.
But otherwise, he stood, rather confused by his brother's exclamation, and instead of interrupting the doe's inquiries, he merely watched and waited from where he stood. Where would it lead?
When the word tumbled out of his mouth, he began to wake more thoroughly. And as he did so, he tucked his legs underneath him and then slowly got up. He watched the older doe that he had called 'momma' run outside, but before he could manage to follow, the other doe -whom he was seeing for the first time now- asked him a question. He looked her up and down once before answering bluntly with a shrug, "She's green."
And with that said, he turned and ran out of the cave after the other doe, the spotty one. He liked to chase, and it looked like she did too! All memory of his exclamation completely forgotten, he ran circles and snapped his maw in the air, trying to catch the bugs that fluttered about his head so.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:54 pm
Delightful! The buck who could not chase was out here trying to learn! She would show him, and her daughter would be proud!
"Crusty buck!" she called, "chase the foxbuns! They are easier to catch!"
She would show him exactly how it was done.
Quite interesting, that was. The little bucks probably did not know much about their families then, if all he could say was that their mother was green. After all, she only knew that her father was white, with a floral pattern on his hooves. Her mother remembered a name, but not enough to keep up with her siblings. She had seen Dune when they were very young, but that had been a long time ago, and she had not seen him since.
She pressed further. "Is that all you know, then? It must be strange."
Her mother seemed to have served as a distraction, so maybe the buck would be more willing to answer her queries, instead of what they came for. She was quite interested in finding family.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:09 pm
All thoughts of why they had come here in the first place completely forgotten, the green buck scrambled mentally to recall anything and everything he could about his -their- mother. And after a few silent moments of thinking, he responded with, "She... was warm... and very gruff. And she was green, like Memory said." He chuckled, "Surprised he even remembered that much, hardly even remembers his own name."
He turned to look at the doe again, this time seeing her with new eyes, having been reminded that his mother was indeed green. And now that he looked, this doe had to be older than he was, perhaps an aunt then?
"She stayed only long enough for us to hatch. Suppose she kept us safe from predators. My twin... is about. And the other... is a little strange, but looks a lot like Memory." He shrugged. It was a long time ago, after all. "As for my father... Well, we've haven't seen head or tail of him. And Mother never spoke of him." He shrugged again, a little more light-heartedly this time, as he had never felt like he was missing out on having a father. How could one miss something one never had?
Bounding with foal-like excitement, Memory flailed his hooves about and tried to catch a bug, but after the call from the doe, he slid to a stop and glanced over to see what she meant. Surely she knew how to do this, if she had done it before!
Eyes on her, he trots over and then drops to the ground to stalk the foxbuns, trying to understand what the crusty doe was doing and how.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 8:00 pm
She bounded after the foxbuns, neck arched in pride. She was trying to be professional to show the young buck how to properly chase things.
It was an art, she thought, and must be done correctly!
Then again, her foxbuns were used to being chased and they were really rather good at keep-away, chittering to each other their own rules. It was cheating, it was!
How very interesting, she thought. She didn't know her father but she knew his description, so as to prevent, er, embarrassing mistakes.
"So you were never even given a description? What if you ran into family unknown? There could be many mishaps involved in such a meeting." She said.
Was it to obvious? She hoped not. After all, it was sometimes hard to tell who was family and who wasn't, unless you kept track somehow.
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