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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:11 am
 The wind whipped through Soft Steps' main. She raised her head, nose to the sky and took a deep breath. She could smell the rain in the air. Not that rain had a smell, or one that she knew of at least, but Soft Steps felt (perhaps that was the better word) something in the air. And she simply knew.
It was going to rain soon.
Rain seemed to come more often in the swamp than in the faraway plains of the kiokote. She remembered the vicious summer thunderstorms, how the dark clouds would spread until the sky itself to have sunk lower and the air became heavy and dank. The torrential rains would turn the ground to mud. The swamp was not like the plains. Here the ground seemed to be stuck in a perpetual state between solid and mud.
She lowered her head. Best to find some shelter, for if there was anything Soft Steps disliked, it was being wet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:25 am
It was a bizarre sight, to be sure; mud mounded generously against the side of a twisted, Flood-bent tree, the blackened bark yet uncomfortably high enough to jump to but still, there, the Kiokote could be found. Not only was Memory precariously perched upon the strongest branch that creaked in dangerous protest beneath his weight, but he had another twisted bough clutched between his teeth, his thick neck arched towards the last remnants of the distant sun as though he were trying to scoop the very rain clouds out of the yawning morning sky.
Despite the muck on his legs to his knees that hid his white stockings and a dot or two of mud on his nose, he looked intensely pleased with himself -- though his attention was quickly garnered by the quietly approaching doe. It wasn't that she brought attention to herself or was particularly fast moving, but her rich pelt was rather grabbing amongst the washed out swamp that was preparing for the impending rain. Releasing the branch, he slowly did an about-face on the broken tree that still protested to support his weight, ears perked towards the dappled doe. "Did you know," he started off, carefully picking his way down the tree so as to not splatter the female once he reached the muck, "some tribes believe if you can catch the sun, you can control the weather?"
He stood at the base of the tree, tilting his head to the side. She was lovely, this doe, and far be it from him to let beauty pass without proper praise. "They've clearly never met you, as you're the brightness of the sun in this dreary stretch of swamp. Have you brought us the rain, then?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 10:50 pm
Soft Steps approached the tree and was instantly grateful for the shelter it provided. Overhead the rain beat against the leaves, pitter-pattering to the muddy ground. But the leaves did a good job of keeping the rain from her, and indeed the ground beneath the tree was not that wet at all.
"Excuse me?" She said, turning around to face the source of the voice. "I've never heard that story, is it really true?
Soft Steps wasn't so sure how to respond to the buck's flattery. She turned away from him and stared out into the swamp, now hazy with mist and fog that so often came with the rains.
"I should hope not, for I hate the rain."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 11:56 am
"Is that so?" he returned, almost sounding amused. "The rain thinks kindly upon you." His flattery may have been in heaps, but he was earnest; where the rain dulled and washed out the colors of the land, she was still a beacon of warmth and color. She was lovely and it would be rude of him for her to not be told as much.
Memory took slow steps to join the doe, though he was mindful to keep a distance; he was not exactly at his cleanest, but with the rain incoming, he might be able to fix that little nuance. "I didn't get so far to test the truth of it, but it's possible the sun is just an idol for something else." Flicking his pale tail to the side, he cast her another glance. "Like you. Had I any say in the matter, I would inform the tribe that the sun is embodied in a rain-dreading Kiokote." He smiled, then, a faint expression that said he really hoped he wasn't overstaying his welcome.
"I am Memory Remains," he introduced himself with a bow of his head, "a collector of lore."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:24 am
"Ah," she said, frowning, "is that so? Pehaps that is why the rain seems to follow me around so often."
Beyond the shelter of the tree, the rain was falling in sheets. It was loud, and sometimes Soft Steps had to strain to hear the buck's voice. She heard him mention the word 'sun' and that brought a smile to her lips. If there was anything Soft Steps was fond of, it was the sun. She wasn't sure how to respond to the buck's flattery though. So she continued to stare into the distance. It was rude to ignore someone, but she just could not find the words to talk to him. How was one even supposed to reply to flattery?
My name is Soft Steps," she said she she dipped her head in acknowledgment, glad the conversation had shifted. "Unfortunately, I am just another kiokote in this vast swamp."
Chrystali And the prize for slowest tag goes to--- me. u__u Super sorry about the wait OTL.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 12:06 am
The Kiokote concealed a smile when she seemed to echo his words, finding her frown almost charming in how serious she was.
"Fortunately for me, you are here, and such a welcome vision of home at that." Shaking his head to toss his mane over his neck, he lifted his head to indicate they should move -- the rain was visible in sheets from the dark clouds not all that far off, the smell thick and heavy in the almost humid air. "Perhaps some cover would make you feel more comfortable?
It is my pleasure to meet you, Soft Steps." Swaying his pale tail in satisfaction to have the female's name, he chuckled deep in his thick neck. "It's an honor to keep your company, if I might."Minsuil No sweat darlin'. Just happy to RP when you have the time! Hopefully the RP can have more direction once we get them out of rain's way -- or in the midst of it. XD
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