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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 7:51 pm
 A mound rose out of the ground, hewn of stone and earth. Ghost Thistle's mound, so it was known to so many kimeti, but for the one who stood at it's base, she had never heard of it's name nor it's importance. She merely saw it for what it was, a mound rising from the ground over the swampland around it, up towards a sky that was starting to turn orange, a gateway to the sunset... At least that's what she might think if she was the sort for that sort of melodrama. Instead, she thought simply that she'd enjoy a good view of the sunset, unobscured by the trees that lined this area of her new home. So she climbed, absently picking her way up the mound, her lean frame less haggard than it had been several months prior back when she'd stumbled in from the wasteland of her birth, but still on the borderline between emaciated and healthy. At the top of the mound was where she paused, lifting her white tipped muzzle to the horizon as blue turned dark and streaks of orange started to color the sky. It looked to be a beautiful, peaceful sunset.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 6:52 pm
The sunset, aaaah. Was there anything better than a good sunset? Colored Spring froze in place, ceasing whatever a*****e thing he was doing, his mind suddenly filled with the orange that spread across the sky, and stared upwards. Looks fine, he thought muzzily. Maybe I could get a better view... He seemed to recall, distantly, that he was right near a large clearing, that one with the huge mound. Spring shook his head to empty out the orange, ducked down, and hurried in that direction, only stopping when he reached the clearing. Yes...this orange...it is a brilliant orange! A perfect or-what's this? Colored Spring squinted. There appeared to be a Kimeti at the top of the mound. A doe. A green doe. There was no way he could stand for this. What kind of swamp was this, when green does had the gall to stand around in a kin's sunset, tainting it with that disgusting color? Colored Spring stomped up to the top of the mound, scowling. " You," he growled at the doe, "what are you doing up here? You are blocking my view."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:04 pm
She had only had a few moments of sunset when she heard hoofsteps not far behind her. Her green ears flicked, not sure what to make of this, considering taking her leave for a moment but then holding her ground. She'd climbed all the way up here, she would have her glimpse of the sunset at least this night, and she was sure the nearing buck would share. After all, that was what any civil, polite kimeti would do...and then the buck started stomping.
Her icy green eyes met the blue of the buck, already frosty naturally but freezing over as he opened his mouth. The thought that she'd have been better off leaving, just to never have to deal with this nuisance, rose in her mind but was stamped out by the annoyance he'd incited. "Your view..." she analyzed, her voice devoid of emotion. "Odd, I see no symbols drawn here," she didn't bother to look around to verify this statement, "you must be mistaken." And with that she turned back to the sunset.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:18 pm
Colored Spring irreverently scratched a series of symbols into the grass on the mound, scraping it down to the dirt. "As you can plainly see, there's a symbol right here! If that's all, you can leave now!" The buck stamped his hoof down on the symbol and glared challengingly at the offending doe, still watching the sun set behind her.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:30 pm
She snorted as she heard the sound of dirt scraping behind her, knowing exactly what he was doing. A stubborn fool he was, and she wouldn't be having any of it. Ignoring both his words and the glare that was boring into her back, she very deliberately sat down on her haunches, not even turning to see what he'd scratched into the earth.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:21 am
Colored Spring glared daggers at her back, but the doe did not turn around and look at him or his symbols. Fine, if she wanted to be that way, he'd just have to remove her from the mound himself. He was too annoyed and distracted to watch the sunset now. The buck moved up beside her and slammed his body into hers, trying to shove her off the mound with force. "Go away!"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:27 am
As the buck moved she braced herself, and unsurprisingly, he resorted to force. She'd like to say she shoved right back and held her own, but her strength was not in force, it was in her endurance. She could only put up a noticeable resistance before being pushed back onto the ground, where she quickly lept to her feet, ears pinned back, white-green eyes narrowed, advancing to stand between the buck and his sunset.
"What is your problem?" she demanded, but her voice wasn't worked up, no her tone was cold as ice.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:38 am
"My problem is you!" he shouted back at her. His tail twitched in frustration. "I don't want to watch any perfect, amazing sunsets with stupid green does in the way!"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:08 pm
She didn't flinch as he raised his voice, but her icy eyes narrowed dangerously. Then cold mocking laughter tumbled from her mouth at his choice of adjectives. Perfect? Amazing? Stupid? Such a child. And green?
"Green? Really? You have a problem with green?" The words could have been a sneer if her words weren't so icily dismissive. "I supposed you have a problem with the grass and the mangrove leaves, and the Swamp herself as well then?"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:23 pm
Colored Spring looked around involuntarily, somewhat taken aback by the doe's completely reasonably argument. "That...that's just a meaningless background to make the red brighter! And the Motherfather...she is all colors as one, of course! If I think she is red that is no different than you thinking she is green! And, anyway, none of that has anything to do with you standing in my sunset!" He frowned at the sky. The light was starting to fade.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 11:36 am
She finds his logic, growing more ridiculous by the word, amusing in its hypocrisy. As he tries to look around her and at the sun, she sidesteps in front of him once more.
"Well, if green serves to make the red brighter, then I should be standing in your sunset," she muses, "I have to make it look brighter, after all."
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 6:04 pm
Colored Spring glowered at her and attempted to explain why a green doe absolutely could not be standing in the middle of the sunset. Like anything he was saying made sense. "Green only makes red things brighter when there's a lot of it! When there's a lot of red instead it just makes the green brighter. That is not what I want to see at all! And besides, you're blocking the sun, which is even worse!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:55 am
Her face remains expressionless, though icy amusement dances in her glowing eyes as she turns his words back on him once more, the sunset quite forgotten. There will be other sunsets after all, she certainly need not give the buck his way for this one. "Looking straight into the sun will only hurt your eyes, I'm doing you a favor."
Of course by now the sun was only a sliver over the horizon, and soon it would be gone completely.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 4:46 pm
"That's none of your concern!" Colored Spring snapped, trotting agitatedly around the obnoxious doe to watch the last sliver of sun disappearing over the horizon. "Anyway, there isn't anything to see anymore, so you can leave now!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 12:38 pm
This buck. This attitude. It riled her in a way she'd rarely been riled before. A buck so obstinate, so convicted in his foolish ways. He was just so... so... childish. She opened her mouth to retort, but bit back the words, her jaw snapping shut with an audible clack. She would be the better kin. If that wasn't already obvious.
So without a backwards glance, she turned and stalked back down the mound.
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