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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:42 pm
((Reposting this from an AIM RP with Muffin's permission.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:43 pm
 The skies suddenly decided to pour out their wrath right on top of poor Wanderlust's head. He hated the rain and unnecessarily getting wet, which made him ignore the shambles and entanglement around him to make his way to the fastest cover he could find. After realizing that the rain wasn't beating on him anymore - he was just that wet - he looked around to find himself inside the mouth of a cave, one he'd never seen before. Excitement ensued and the urge to explore overtook him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:44 pm
It was raining. Wet, miserable drops fell down through the thinning canopies of leaf and vine as Echo made her way down to the water, holding her prize high up in her teeth. A feather, from some sort of bird, shining with gold like her own hide, It would make a marvelous addition to her collection. But she'd strayed far in finding it, and had had to walk the majority of the way back to her home in the cold, gloomy weather. She kicked to keep her head up when she got to the one deep part, where the mangrove roots grew so thick on both sides that she had to swim that bit to make it into the outer tangle. A couple almost impossible-to-follow twists in neck-deep water, and she squeezed under the trunk of one of the gentle giants, and into the hill that it grew out of. She shook herself off once she was in the cave, then turned to ensure that the sign for danger was still securely attached where it should be. She looked at the floors, making sure no strange hoof, claw or pawprints dotted the entry, nor that there were any suspect patches of mud on the dusty dirt-and-stone ground before her. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Things were good.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:45 pm
He had no idea where he was, and he loved it. He looked around in wonderment, a million questions racing though his mind. Where was he? How was this place made? Did anything live here? At that last thought his eyes stained harder in the semi-darkness. He did, in fact see marking son the floor, and soft hoofprints in the dirt. He didn't stop to read the crude scratchings, he didn't care. All he knew was there was something living here, something he could question....hopefully. The fact that it could be something dangerous did not cross his naive mind. He had questions and the thought of someone answering them only fueled his need and excitement. Farther he ventured, quicker now, sniffing the air for any changes to guide him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:47 pm
The pale gold doe, now a decidedly unexceptional dark sandy-color with general wetness of fur, paused as she let herself drip off, considered the task at hand. Should she put it with her bed nest, tangled in one of the web-sticky vines she had on the roof for a handsome decoration? Or would it be better suited to go in with the feathers and shells and scraps of fur that she had in one of the other rooms, where she could decide what to do with it later? So many questions to answer, really. She froze as she imagined hearing something, a scuffling.
If it's another vole, I think I might scream. They taste so awful!
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:49 pm
He did smell something, wet fur, though that could have just been him. With each chamber and dead end he reached, his wonderment grew. Such space and intricacy~! Was it water that made this place? Or was it kinmade? But along with his wonderment his frustration grew. Was he getting lost? Did these tunnels ever end? Small growls left his lips at each dead end.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:50 pm
It was a vole, likely. She'd kill it when she found it. But she had bigger fish to catch. She pondered her question for a couple moments, before she let herself come to a conclusion.
Over my bed nest, she decided, satisfied now that she had made the decision, one way or another. By her way of thinking, it was far too pretty to just have lying about with everything else. She smiled as she walked primly towards her room, but stopped dead when she heard a definite shuffling. She opened her mouth, almost asking who it was. But no, she didn't want to seem vulnerable, or give them the advantage. She carefully walked back to the entrance - smearing a generous layer of thick, sticky mud on her dainty hooves so they wouldn't click - before she started slinking towards where she thought that the sounds were coming from.
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