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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:57 pm
 Dream's Desires had gotten himself into a most odd predicament. He had found himself amidst a small group of varied kin, all doing different things. The red-and-blue one he'd startled had been tending berry bushes when he'd woken. The over-protective pink acha buck had been feeding fish in a pond and breaking hollow branches up. And the blue-green doe with odd eyes had been making more moss beds. He had felt... out of place, uncertain of what he should do... So, he'd risen, and found sticks, and drew the three over quietly, before starting to feed the fire, showing them how it was done wordlessly- he was, believe it or not, a bit shy about these three, especially during the day. But, it was night now, and, having left his little Foxbun behind, asleep in his little bed the blue-green doe- Snaptwig was her name- had made, he was ready to do more to help ease the others' minds.
Dream lifted his nose to the air, scenting the area, and then sighed. No luck air-scenting, so he'd try sniffing through the dampness. He lowered his head, much like a wolf, and started to try to pick up scents. Ah, here... here there were plenty. He picked one- the scent of a larger breed of snake- and set off to find the beast in its hole. He could lure snakes well-they seemed to like his eyes a lot- and killing them, even the larger ones, was as easy as breaking their necks right behind their heads with a good, solid kick.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:47 am
Nights in the swamp were different. The air was cool, but still damp, with crickets and bugs chirping and leaves rustling with night-creatures. A far cry from the mountains, where the howling winds drowned out most sounds at night, and the bitter cold drove animals to their dens. Even when she looked up to the, cloud-strewn and star-studded, the stars looked farther away here, yet still it comforted her, in that deep corner of herself where she'd admit to finding comfort, that they were the same stars. Her thoughts were interrupted by a strange snuffling sound, unusual even amongst the new night noises of the warmer climes. Her silver eyes darted through the dark, so much darker without the northern snow, so find a dark shape that looked suspiciously like one of her swamp cousins, bent over sniffing the ground as if to pick up a scent. Now what was this here? She nearly chuckled at the sight, but curiosity got the better of her, wondering if this strange technique could actually bear fruit. So when he appeared to have picked out a scent and started down its trail, she followed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:40 am
Following the twisting, sinuous path of a large snake was no trouble for Dream's Desires. It was the waiting at the entrance, just out of view, waiting for the beast to poke out its head. It took only a few minutes, luckily, and he grinned to himself, stepping out. This snake was as thick as his hoof, and jet black, hissing softly as Dream stepped out, his eyes glowing, meeting the snake's. He starts to sway his head, and the snake mimicks him as he moves closer... And then rears up abruptly, and the snake, dazed, hisses, moving to strike. Dream brings his hooves down on its head, hard, snapping its neck easily, and then picking it up in his jaws quietly, flipping it up onto his back. "This should do for now..." he murmurs softly to himself, and moved quietly, turning... and ear twitching. He felt watched... he didn't like being watched...He would not speak. He merely reared up, holding himself on his hind legs, peering about, massive snake on his back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:16 pm
Lo and behold the buck's odd sniffing technique had borne fruit, in the form of some monstrous black serpent clearly native to the warmer swamp - cold blooded creatures moved far slower in the north. The snake was dealt with deftly enough to garner a raised eyebrow (near impossible to discern beneath her skullplate) and a small nod (also almost imperceptible). When the buck finally noticed he was being tailed though, he reared up and she bit back a chuckle. Perhaps he intended to be intimidating, or just get a better view, but all she could think of was whether he or the snake would fall to the ground first. Needless to say, she didn't move from the shadow of the brush, hidden by the trunk of a mangrove tree.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 3:45 pm
Nostrils flaring, Dream's desires scented the air, carefully balanced, before grinning. An oddly familiar, but strange, and decidedly female scent had filled his nostrils, and he dropped down to all fours again, before turning, and walking into the nearest dense brush, quickly losing himself in it, and moving in a wide arc, staying downwind of the source of the odd scent, circling around. What finally greeted his eyes when he neared the mangrove tree was an odd looking... doe? She was thicker than most kimeti does, and much... more... furry and seemed almost armored. He snuck closer, curious, and then, finally spoke up, a mere foot behind her. "Hello, there...spying isn't nice. Scares the snakes..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 12:13 pm
The buck grinned, then dropped back to the ground and disappeared, his scent following him a moment later. She smiled to herself, knowing he could only be doing one thing, approaching downwind in an attempt to stalk her. Well then, let him stalk, she'd see how his strange horns, so akin to her own, could hold up to the true thing. When he emerged from behind her, she turned to face him, stamping the ground with one hoof. "You don't seem to be having any problems with that," she replied easily, with a nod to the snake over his shoulders.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 12:36 pm
"Oh, no... No troubles with snakes at all. Simple beasts of pure hunger and cunning, it is true, but I have been hunting them since I was merely a foal... My mother was quite adamant that I know how to hunt, for meat is the strongest of sustenance..." Dream's Desires spoke softly, shifting the snake corpse around on his back slightly. He smiled at her hoof stamping, and then lightly set aside the corpse, twitching his shoulder muscles to allow it to slump, silently, onto the ground beside him. "And you, you are a hunter as well, are you not?" he grins. "You knew when I got here..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:32 pm
She ignores his question, more interested in his attesting of his own ability. "I do believe your foals are born blind, stumbling and helpless," she states with narrowed silver eyes, referencing his species. There was a note of superiority there, her opinion of their young clearly stamped there. "Pray tell, how were you killing snakes then?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 7:30 am
"I was born with my eyes shining through my lids. They came to me... and I learned to run before I could walk, almost before I could see. My mother made sure of that, for she knew she would have to leave me soon, and she taught me to listen to my ears, to my nose, to tell me where my prey is... Dream chuckled darkly, his eyes half-closed at the memory of his mother, who had never been a very good parent, driving him onwards, even when his spindly legs and too-big hooves had ached as a foal, forcing him to harden his mind to pain and enjoy the thrill of the chase, hunting... and being hunted in return.
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