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 Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:42 pm
 It's warm, and she's tired. She's always tired, but it's not a bad thing- she likes it. She likes it when it's warm and she can just curl up on a patch of grass, eyes closed, always closed, nose nuzzling into the warm earth. She likes the rich, wet scents on the breeze and she likes to dig her feet in when she stretches, ears flattened back against her neck.
It's a good day today, and she makes a small humming sound, the sun warm and orange against the backs of her eyelids.
She hasn't opened her eyes yet, hasn't seen the need to. Perhaps someday she will, but... not today. Today feels like a good day to just...
Nap.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:05 am
A day of exploration was before Poison Mushroom. It was a fine day, he thought; the sunbeams piercing through the treetops added a serene tone to his just-starting journey. He did not rush through the swamp, but instead took his time ambling along to soak in his surroundings. It always seemed so welcoming.. comforting, even. Away from chattering and boisterous kimeti, Mushroom could be at peace.
He decided that he would walk to one of his many hideouts and go the direction of the setting sun. He had not gone that way before and he imagined all sorts of neat things lying in wait for him! The buck bobbed his head back and forth as he walked. Mushroom was in high spirits and began to even hum a quiet tune to himself.
Everything was going splendidly 'til he suddenly tripped over something, tumbling forward! Landing on his rump, Mushroom shook his head. How embarrassing to trip over something like that! It must've been a rock or-- Mushroom stared at the thing he stumbled on. That was no rock, or log, or anything like that! No, it was a young, young, young kimeti.
Oh Motherfather! Mushroom stayed silent in his sitting position, gawking at the young thing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:16 am
On any other day, her plan would have gone off without a hitch. She would have spent the day luxuriating in the sunlight, rolling only when one side got too warm and the other too cool, her mind in a haze of warm and soft and comfortable.
Today, it seemed, this was not to be.
There was sudden impact, like when she would stumble and bang her knee on a log, only the log was warm, and the log hit her, against her ribs before the pressure was gone. A high, displeased sound escaped her throat, and she sat up, shaking her head back and forth for a moment. That had never happened before...
Curiosity pushing down her inherent laziness, she staggered to her feet, taking a few steps. What had that been, and where had it gone? Ah, there- evidenced by her cheek smooshing up against something hard and warm. Warm... Warm was good. She stayed there, trying to figure out what it was.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:31 am
Oh no, oooh no, oh no. The small kimeti made quite the noise and this frightened Mushroom a great deal. He had just hurt something so petite and so fragile. What had he done? This is why he did not want to be with other kimeti in the first place! He simply could not handle this. He stared out into space as thoughts ran everywhere in his mind. His breathing picked up until it was harsh and loud, near hyperventilating. Motherfather, no, what had he done?
Mushroom quickly reverted to his frozen state when he felt something up against him. The foal had gotten up and was touching him. Touching him. He had no idea what to do! The buck was terrified of hurting the small thing again. Could it understand words? Maybe he could tell it to go away.
"E-excuse me," he began with a stutter, "Please.. uh, don't.. urr, touch me."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:41 am
Hmmm. It was making sounds. Odd sounds. Sounds she had never heard before, and she'd heard many creatures, those that passed by and those that flew overhead, things that sang and things that chittered. This was a new... a few new sounds, and she tilted her head, listening.
They held no meaning for her, and she disregarded them moments later, in favor of exploring this new creature. Around once, then twice, then she settled against a more broad part of it- his side, though she didn't really know that, all she knew was that it was warm and vibrated slightly with each sound it made.
She liked that.
Nuzzling in against the soft, warm fur, she let out a soft, content sigh, leaning against it comfortably. This would be a good place to sleep, warm on both sides, from the sunlight and from this creature.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 2:52 pm
The babe did not respond to Mushroom. The babe could not understand Mushroom. How was he supposed to communicate with something that had no idea what he was saying in the first place? The answer was that there was no answer! He grimaced as he swam around in his mind.
But what was this? What were they doing? He was being encircled and investigated by the foal. Mushroom was not sure if he could fault it for it did not understand what it was doing. Well, it's not like an inspection could hurt or anything-- MOTHERFATHER!
A sharp inhale of air and the buck was in shock again. He was being cuddled with, being used as something soft and warm to sleep next to. This did not happen. He did not allow these types of things to happen. He felt his fur bristle in anxiety. Mushroom knew he could not tell them off; they would not understand something like that.
He stayed there for a while. Thinking. What was the best course of action? Maybe if he just scooted away a bit... slowly. He inched away from the young kimeti as best he could without disturbing her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 3:41 pm
It was moving. When one spent their time with their eyes closed, they came to rely more heavily on other senses. She could hear the slight shuffle its feet made against the grass and feel the slight inching. She didn't like that. It was going to try to leave. Why? It was nice here, nice and warm and comfortable.
She made a small noise of distress, leaning closer and nosing along the side of the creature, trying to convince it to stay. Stay, sleep with me, it is soft and warm and good here, don't leave. Another shuffle, and she presses in even tighter. What she has at her disposal is not working, she is not convincing it to stay...
What else can she do? Well, if what she has isn't working, then she needs something else. What doesn't she have at the moment?
Sight- she's never bothered with it, too entrenched in sensations for something as silly as seeing what was around her. She blinks her eyes open, and it's bright, so bright that she can't see anything for a moment, blinded by all the light.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:55 am
More noises came from the tiny kimeti. He was doing something wrong and he knew it. Mushroom frowned inwardly and immediately stopped his escape attempt. Was he doomed to stay here and serve as its resting spot? He was not sure, but he did not want to push the poor thing over. Not to mention the instant guilt he acquired after trying to abandon it.
Mushroom winced at nothing in particular and stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with the small pale thing. Thinking always came up with absolutely nothing-- he was at a total loss.
When he stopped agonizing, his attention turned back down to the foal. Oh no, what was it doing. Oh no! What was it doing!? Mushroom's mouth hanged open and gawked. Would he be the first thing this kimeti ever saw? Is that a bad thing? I mean, could he even recall the first thing he saw? Poison Mushroom did not think he could. Still, the thought sent a shiver right through him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 6:56 am
After her eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of so-bright-light, the foal looked around slowly, gaze interrupted every so often with languid, owl-like blinks. The colors were astounding, though they seemed pale after the darkness... The grass, she thought, was very green, and she wasn't entirely sure what green was yet, but she knew that the grass was whatever green was, as were the trees, and there was the larger creature she had been snuggling up against, and he was big.
He looked... familiar, like something in a memory she hadn't had yet, and safe. She shuffled up to him, nosing curiously at his shoulder and his side, matching scents she knew with what she could see. So that was what 'soft' looked like...
After a moment she stumbled, then sat back on her haunches, peering up at the big thing's head.
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