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 Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:19 pm
There were mushrooms in his past: not in the distant past, the formative years, but in his immediate past, something that blurred the colors of the world into wild streaks of light and turned him into a bubble that drifted where the wind blew. Before he'd eaten them, he'd had a plan, he remembered. Catsear had asked around about the legendaries, hunting for the most beautiful of them in particular.
Competing replies. Most of which were much too far away, while Doom took her baths here.
He didn't remember walking here. He hadn't walked. He drifted. And now he stood not too far off from where she washed the blood from his flanks and he sang:
"...the loveliest doe, my Doom..."
He'd written five or six verses. None of them had a tune or made any kind of sense. He thought they were a masterpiece.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:24 pm
A toad had entered her domain, and judging by the stench it carried with it, a dying toad. It croaked some bubbling drunken mess of everything and nothing. Doom didn't mind. As long as it went away and did not disrupt her bath. She bit the edge of the upturned turtle shell and pulled it in the water closer to her. This buck might eat her good smelling flowers and after-bath snacks. She didn't care if he thought her beautiful or not, she just wanted him away. Deep inside, the wasp buzzed with pleasure at the compliment.
"Ok. That was quite the song. You are dismissed now." She pulled her turtle shell closer, the water edges lapping up to meet the other buck's hooves.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:28 pm
The poor buck cut out mid-word, out of focus eyes scanning over the blossom of shapes that made up his target, a flower floating in the heart of her bath. He wobbled and swayed, soft hair floating around his face like his namesake, and Catsear licked his lips.
He'd had a purpose. A purpose that melted into a feeling of wrongness, because he couldn't remember what it was.
"There's a doe...." It was floundering, his eyebrows knitted and tail swinging. There was a doe. And he needed something.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:35 pm
Doom had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. And with each word he spoke, it cemented her suspicions. She didn't like where this was going. She slowly lowered her self into the waters deeper until her nose peeked atop the water, her hair a blooming rainbow. She closed her eyes and counted. And opened her eyes. Well la de da, he was still here.
"You're not going to go away are you?"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:38 pm
Not going away, no; quite to the contrary. He took a step forward and looked surprised -- then elated -- as water washed up over his hoof, up his leg, surprisingly warm. It prompted another step, which in turn sloshed the water of her bath, disturbing the tranquil surface and pulling at the colors of her hair in a way that made him sigh.
"No. well. There were a lot of does. But I mean the one..."
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:42 pm
Water splashed into her eye, pasting her now-drenched bangs onto her forehead. Her eyes narrowed at his all too sensual sigh as he took in her admittedly fabulous hair. She growled inwardly, flames licking out from her eyes.
"Congratulations. You can count past one," she all but ground out. Her turtle shell was far away now because of that little s**t.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:49 pm
"...Honey!" It came all at once -- perhaps to her relief, his eyes refocusing somewhere around her face, instead. The heat from the water dampened his hair and stole some of its softness, pressing it down against his brow. Combined with the hugeness of his pupils, it made him look a bit alien.
"Her name. And I was hoping she would...be well. You can do that?"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:54 pm
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Internally she was cursing, wondering where Lull-in-Sunlight was. This blessing business was her specialty. The reason why she was sought out. Blessings and Doom did not mix and she made sure the buck knew it.
"You want a blessing don't you?" She refrained from cursing at him, knowing it would go well over her head. "Your children will have more sense than you and Honey combined. They will not be mushroom or fermented fruit addled like you, nor will they ever grow a taste for it." With that last bit, she shifted to a wasp form, flicked water at him and flew to where her turtle shell was before picking it up and carrying it away for a more desirable bath place.
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