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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:50 am
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It was a regular night, and prey was plentiful in this region. It would have been a quiet one had the crickets not filled the aural void. He hadn't seen anyone in a while, which was at once good and bad, since Slip Away had rather specific social interests that some Kimeti wouldn't take kindly to. Truth be told, it was getting a little dull.
Then the light patter; he knew it was right. He followed the sound, sturdy hooves mutely stamping the marshgrasses to preserve the silence and the continuation of carefree steps - Slip arched his neck for a look past the foliage. Indeed, it was a very pretty little doe tapping about in the mud.
He slid out and matched her steps, eyes lazily half-open, a smirk touching the corners of his mouth. After a half-circle, he whispered, "it's a pretty dance."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 1:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:05 pm
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He watched her careful, slow movements with interest, nodding approvingly as she rather adorably tested her ability. Maybe she's just shy, Slip noted, as her voice grew steadier...
Then she jumped. Instantaneously, he regretted the touch as she reverted to some sort of terror, and that look on her face made him amend his new judgment: no, yes, she's one of those - else she would have run. Again.
A strange one. Yet her skittish nature was appealing, and she was very pretty. His haunches stiffened with impatience, but relaxed after her silly question. He took a couple of steps back to give her some space, she was too naive to play with. "Yes," he confessed, "but usually they like it after a while."
After a dramatic pause, he added "really, I sneak up on everything. It helps with normal prey as well. I could teach you."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:54 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 12:13 pm
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"I have experience, it always seems to work," he relented a smile, a mix between the charismatic flirt and mentoring older brother mood. Besides, he was also amused by the thought of the little doe standing by watching her turtle (slowly) hunt. Or hiding in the bushes watching her turtle (slowly) hunt. Why, if there had been a buck more unscrupulous than him...
...which was somewhat difficult, but if there were a buck more unscrupulous than him, she would be in big trouble right now. Instead, some strange form of altruism and possibly defeatism in regards to his doe-charming capabilities manifested, and he felt the urge to help.
He almost touched her again, but realised just in time to keep her calm. "Close your eyes," he instructed, "and listen to the sounds of the swamp. Pay attention to what you can hear, what is the level of noise each sound makes. You can stop and tell me when you're ready."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 12:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 12:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:33 pm
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"Alright," he said soothingly, it sounded like something not to go into (nobody likes to ask girls about their companions) and drifted along. "Very good. Now, there is a frog, turned away from us." Indeed, a somewhat sleepy little croaker was seated there, mostly unmoving. "It's on your right of the stream, and I want you to listen for the stream, and walk slowly, softly, so that the sound of your steps never exceed the sound of the water."
He murmured, hunched, "you're the closest to yourself after all, and if you can barely hear yourself, others probably won't. Now go. With eyes open, if you need..." It would be really inconvenient if she fell into the stream and/or broke a leg five seconds later.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:08 am
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:51 am
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