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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 3:58 pm
Cunning Lily felt like a new filly as she ran through the underbrush that covered much of the ground nearest the waterline of the swamp. The wind felt good as it rushed past her and she couldn't help the little grin that pulled at her lips as she tried to push herself just a little bit faster. It hadn't been that long since her last good run, but she enjoyed the fast sprint along the water anyway. Upon reaching the midway point on the water and feeling the muck rise up to her knees, she finally slowed down and turned around. A wild run was one thing to let loose, but sprinting in that would only lead to an injury and that wasn't something she was willing to risk.
Instead, the youthful doe meandered towards the trees breathing deeply of the scents and looking for some flowers she might pick and take with her for the night. Putting flowers near the grass bed she had created always made it smell better and helped her sleep at night, so every few days she liked to hunt for new ones with beautiful scents to accompany her on her way to the land of dreams. As always happened, Cunning Lily found herself focused more on her quest for the flowers and ignoring much of her surroundings as she pushed her way through the brush and small trees that littered the landscape.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 9:50 am
With baleful eyes he watched the hyperactive doe brambling about. He had woken up thinking a foxbun mating frenzy orgy was about to descend upon him. He had given up on returning to his dream and sunbathing. His front hooves sought purchase as they dug into the grass, stretching his wirey form. Working out the kinks, he jostled his hips higher and shook his hair flying haphazardly everywhere. And watched. She moved with a purposeful stride. On a whim, he decided to stalk her, keeping to the small trees. His tail waved in lazy sweeps. It was easy to follow the small destruction she left in her wake.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:47 pm
The muck had since dried on Cunning Lily's legs, tarnishing her colorful fur with a muddy brown color up to her knees, and the young doe was getting a bit itchy from the way the mud had caked along her legs. The sensation grew until her quest for fresh flowers was forgotten and she finally paused in her trek through the woods. The young doe had been oblivious to anyone following her and turned around slowly in search of a good tree to rub her legs on in hopes of breaking the hold of the dirt.
Though the buck did not exactly blend in with his surroundings, Cunning Lily did not notice him and instead found something she could use to rub her legs on. The youth hummed softly to herself as she rubbed her legs against the bark of the tree, smiling pleasantly as the dirt began to fall off in clumps. The young doe worked slowly and diligently until each of her legs was finally cleaned before taking a moment to sit back on her haunches and breathe deeply, tasting the scents on the wind to decide which way to go for her flowers.
During this deep breath she caught scent of another Kimeti and tilted her head curiously to one side - she had not realized she wasn't alone and a pink tinge too to her cheeks as she glanced around curiously looking for whoever it was.
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