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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 3:46 pm
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 In this case, as it turned out, it was the answer. The water rippled, then splattered, as a gray and white caiman surged out from the river. There was a ripple, and then a mare was standing there, peering at her with a sharp-toothed smile.
"Is it me you seek?" She prowled in a half-circle around the doe, mindful of the eaglehound. "If it is, speak. If not, then I will set you on the right way."
This mare was hard to find -- she had grown adept at navigating the Swamp's waters in caiman shape, staying out of sight and lurking in dark, murky waters. After all, since she wished to bless future hunters, she wanted to be sure that only expecting mothers who were themselves expert hunters could find her. And this doe had haunted her steps for quite a while. |
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:34 pm
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The water ripples made the eaglehound dodge back even as the emergence of a caiman had feathers standing upright as lips went taut to reveal gnashing teeth; the doe merely narrowed her eyes and raised a hoof the better to smash it in the head with. At least until the small body of a caiman gave way to a much larger mare. And though she was not usually transparent, it would have been quite easy to read the admiration for such a fine trick in the glitter of her intrigued eyes.
Even as the hoof she'd been ready to use in an assault hung limp and forgotten, her mouth opened to answer, "Y-yes..." There was a hint of disbelief that finally she'd manage to come face to face with the Legendary. True she was a good hunter and she had been following the trail but some things could outwit her in the end. (Not that she would ever admit it aloud.)
Finally the doe lowered her hoof, there was no want to fight the mare before her and it might be best not to appear ready to duel. She wouldn't want to offend her. Although now that she had found the Legendary, she found her tongue a little tied. "You were a nice challenge to find, you know," she found herself saying even as she went over the best way to ask for a blessing or inquire about what the mare was exactly. The former would come in use eventually, not now as she hadn't quite managed to find the right buck yet, but the latter might not be answered. She'd have to see what the doe offered if anything, she supposed.
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The mangrove trees rose stark around a stream-fed body of water. The doe stopped and wondered; she had expected it to be hard to find a Legendary. There was a reason some considered them nothing but a myth. One hardly warranted that if they were sighted often or by everyone.
