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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 1:38 pm
It was a sleepy day in the swamp, and Dangle was enjoying it in his usual fashion - snoozing in the sun on his favorite log, with Stumpy curled up on the warmest part of his back. The green buck had finished off a lovely bit of bugs earlier, but while it was tasty, it was not a large meal, and later that evening his stomach would punish him by rumbling incessantly until he found more to eat. Right now he didn't much care - he was content and warm and his existence at that moment was a happy one, and that was all that mattered to him.
He had wondered earlier whether or not to nap in a different location that afternoon, since as of late he had been waking to strange things... But his own laziness won out, and he had settled right down in his usual spot, worries be damned.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:50 pm
Facade was an active doe. While she wasn't sorry (indeed, she was quite excited) about baring a brood, the lack of movement was killing her. She used to be able to go for miles in a day, chattering at the locals and plotting the possibilities of pranks on the trails she and many others followed. She needed something to cheer her up.
There was a buck she'd stumbled across about a month ago, lackadaisical and laid out on an old log. She'd found him sleeping, unassuming, perfect for a few of the wood spiders she knew populated an old tree nearby. One had to be quiet and simple with sleepers; after all, one never knew how quick they'd wake up. But this lounging lord had gotten all of about twenty spiders crawling over his back and hadn't so much as stirred. After that, Facade had decided against getting more, even if she'd have liked to, and simply waited in the nearby foliage to wait until the arachnids found his more sensitive ears and snout.
The next prank was an experiment on pushing. She'd made him a look-alike of green palm fronds and lynx bones (she had found the bones - she was strictly against killing other animals), a hollow-eyed, but life-sized imitation. That had been when she'd been getting very heavy, so she'd needed a hobby to while away the hours next to her pond. It took her well on a week to make it, but it was worth it to see him wake up nose to nose with his frondy new friend.
Today, Facade was carrying a leaf full of bog peat in the dip of her back. Around her neck was coiled thin loops of ivy with the leaves plucked off. The plan was to lace the buck down with them and introduce a tiny stick-kimeti to the end of his log, the champion of the sleeping giant. Of course, he'd be able to snap the ivy with some struggling, but the intention was to have him wake up seemingly bound and that should work to disturb him enough for a laugh - hopefully from both parties. Facade had never officially met the buck, so she didn't know his sense of humor, but she never did mean for her hobby to hurt anyone.
Coming up to the log, she could see the telling rise of green, and that made her giddy, every time. Really, she couldn't understand why the buck stayed where he was aside from sheer stubbornness, but she wasn't going to complain! He'd been a victim worth having, and one that had successfully helped to stave her depression away during the times she was aching.
Once she confirmed his breathing to be the slow fall of a sleeper, the bright doe slunk right on up to his log and slipped the leaf on her back off. "Hey Mossy," She greeted him soft, fond, and mischievous. She'd taken to calling him Mossy because of the fact that he seemed perpetually attached to his log, and because she'd never met him when he was awake. Setting the little stick-made kimeti in front of his snout for now, she began to uncoil the ivy on her neck and get to work, tossing a string of it over his back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:00 am
Unfortunately for his prankster, the lazy buck had only just settled down... And while he was quick to fall asleep, he hadn't quite made it there yet. Dangle could hear someone whisper in his near-sleep haze, and then felt something hit his back - he hadn't noticed the doe's approach or the placement of the stick-meti in front of him. Now, though, he was wide awake. But once the fog cleared from his eyes, he realized that this doe was pranking him. The green buck had an excellent sense of humor, and since he was confident in his own strength (and far too lazy to try and get up and chase her off) he decided to stay settled and let her continue for a bit.
She had called him Mossy... That nearly made him chuckle, but he stifled it and kept his eyes shut. This doe must've been the source of all of those other surprises... Well, wait until she saw his own special surprise!
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:02 pm
The doe didn't notice the way those golden eyes cracked open - she was far too busy carefully pressing some of the mud she'd brought to a corner of ivy. Given about an hour, it'd dry up and hold fast to the log, removable only by a hard and deliberate scraping. Had she picked vines, Dangle could have been in for some real trouble, but as it stood, he should be able to snap the ivy with a minimal struggle.
Facade continued on, slowly making a circuit around the buck's log while she weaved his little trap. "I think I'll make you a cape and a crown next time," She decided, tone still low, but cheerful, "After your feat of strength, they'll call you their king!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:15 pm
He could not help himself any longer. The laughter was welling up in his chest and threatening to escape and alert her. After a long deep breath to compose himself, he responded-
"What a lovely idea. Would you be sure to make them match my fur? I would hate to look foolish in front of my subjects."
He didn't move from his spot. Bindings or no bindings, he was comfortable and she didn't seem like a threat... at least not big enough of one to warrant him leaving his log.
He did turn his head to look at her though, eyes sparkling with merriment. A grin was pasted on his goofy green face. He nibbled on the end of a leaf still attached to one of the vines, chuckling aloud.
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