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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:54 pm
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He moved delicately from one mangrove root to the other, climbing higher with each step. The buck never wobbled or hesitated, as if he had spent his entire life in the swamp trees instead of wandering across the near barren deserts. He stood on his hind legs, carefully leaning his front hooves against the mangrove trunk. Closer, but his short stature still left him unable to reach them. Feathers. The Acha smiled in pleasure, staring up into the tree, where what seemed like hundreds of feathers hung from the branches. They set off the brilliant green of the leaves, beautiful ornaments that shifted gently with the day’s gentle wind. How glorious. Journey was immensely pleased to have found such a place; another jewel that he had discovered in his wanderings. He had thought to pluck one down, to remember the moment with, but it seemed such a shame to do so now… and someone had obviously made the effort to put them up there.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:33 am
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:18 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:19 pm
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"Oh, no," she said earnestly, brightening as she momentarily forgot her shame, "I think it must be amazing to travel so far. You must have seen so many wonderful things? I would love to roam, a little further, perhaps, beyond the Swamp, to see new birds, and - ...well." (Shrugging her morbid sling to complete the thought, awkwardly.) "But I just can't; I can't leave my home: my feathers - I would worry so. What if I returned from a long journey, and they were gone? It has been my life's work."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:29 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:17 pm
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"A friend?" she repeated, a little surprised at the thought. Another Kin. Her mind instantly cast itself to sweet Be Mine, whom she had loved dearly ever since she'd pulled her as a filly from the Flood. Certainly, if she'd asked, Be Mine would look after her tree... The Acha's soothing voice and twinkling eyes began to seduce her into the possibility of exploration...no no no no. She could not. Even a normal day's travel saw her mind turned, anxious, towards her jewels. When she'd thought she'd lost them in the flood... No. Journeying was full of unexpected turns. She could not handle the unexpected turn. Everything must be a certain way - particularly her feathers. That was her curse. "No," she finally vocalised, "I wouldn't know what to do if something went wrong. They - they have to be perfect." Another apologetic tilt of her head.
Ruriska Eheheheh me too, actually - or at least, I always imagined that Rouge, being the horrible busybody that she is, makes the effort to stick her nose into everyone's business at least once. XD
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:40 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:32 pm
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He did not judge. He had not pressed her to recant her surety. She had confessed something of her dark compulsions, and he had not judged. And he looked at her - still - as if she were worth looking so at. Ah.
Delivery was demanded of the birds on her vine, and, her companion still not yet returned, she was one short. Any other day and such a circumstance would have driven her mad to fix it - but his voice, his smile, the gleam of his eyes...she felt as if no time had passed at all, and thus deigned to fool herself just this once that time would stand still till all wrongs could be righted, that to tarry and listen to his tale would be just fine. She would pay later, lost and distraught, counting and recounting and hunting in the dark, she knew, but in the magic of the moment, she laid down her sling (in its customary carefully-kept patch where the fowl would remain pristine, naturally) and said "Hold on -" merely to lightly bound up the familiar path through the branches to retrieve...
...it was a magnificent plume, in the same bright yellow he'd singled out, but fading also to cream at the sap-tapped root, and burnished to gold at the feathery ends, like his eyes. "Now here is a head-dress fit for a master storyteller...if you would permit me to adorn you thus?" She smiled, shy and more than a little anxious. This was the way she best knew how to repay kindness - and he had been so kind.
Ruriska "Piece of me? I wanna piece of him - and I know just which piece, RAWR. ;D" I am sorry she is so terrible
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:50 pm
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