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 Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 11:25 pm
Bitey shuffled uneasily by the base of a large and crooked tree, her nose held low as she searched for any sign of a familiar glimmer beneath the roots. She was certain she had hidden her treasure here... so where was it?
Her hooves dug with a desperate fervor, and the drying mud on her legs and belly showed it was not her first attempt. But though she willed with all her might for it to appear, she found no hint of the trinket she’d left here hours before. It was nothing fancy, simply a necklace with an oval amulet tied to it, but she’d already marked it as hers and she trembled at the thought of leaving it behind. Her family had come to the swamps for a visit and they wouldn’t stay longer than a few days – she had to find it by then.
Circling to a section of mud not yet pockmarked by her hooves, she prepared to dig again when she noticed a round indentation. It had a similar shape to her own hoof but was much larger, and it appeared to be part of a trail that led away... Had someone taken her treasure? Bitey was normally a gentle creature – timid, even – but the thought of someone making off with her trinket made her bubble with rage. She could not be certain someone had it, but her treasure wasn't here, was it? She followed the tracks.
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:30 pm
 A grin spread on the mare’s muzzle, something shiny, she had found something shiny in her territory hiding in the roots of trees. No matter where they were Fume would find any sort of shiny objects glinting in the sun. There was even a few times where the witch had managed to find treasure tucked away under the water and soil as if buried there for some sort hiding spot.
Nothing would ever remain hidden with Fume around she thought as she placed the necklace on top of her collection. It wasn’t much so far it was actually rather small sort of collection nestled neatly on a shelf in her cave covered by a curtain of seaweed. It was to keep the prying eyes of visitor’s to the witches cave from noticing her treasure and how much she had. There was hope one day she would have enough treasure to have a little hoard of her own large enough for her to feel like some sort of queeny witch.
Well that was her dream much like any other Namae in her family. Her father didn’t care much for trinkets like her grandmother, instead he was fond of magic or believing he was magic and therefore collected what he could about magic. Ushin and Fum liked the sight of shiny things and so needing a large collection was a must for her.
Fume grinned again as she took one last look at her growing collection before turning her attention back to the entrance of her cave looking for her next visitor.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 5:02 pm
Bitey’s pace were slow amongst the swamp: the damp mud sucked at her hooves, and each step was accompanied by a sound not unlike the one Kracken’s tail made whenever it had stuck onto something. At the very least they made the tracks easy to follow, and though it took her a while, she eventually found herself heaving and panting onto Fume’s doorstep.
“Hello, miss,” she greeted between lungfuls of air. She noticed the tracks went inside the cave, but she knew it was rude to enter another’s territory without permission.
“Have you... have you seen a necklace?” It was true the description was vague, but she was reluctant to divulge the necklace's appearance and its original hiding place lest she’d been mistaken in thinking someone had taken it. Perhaps it was still there, and she’d have to walk all the way back again...
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 8:09 pm
A scent wafted into the entrance of her cave, someone was coming Fume thought as she could hear the popping noise of hooves being pulled out of mud and the plopping of them returning. A grin started spread across as her muzzle as she tried to set herself further in the cave and to appear busy with something as if she was not expecting guest.
As the filly graced the entrance of her cave there was something rather familiar about the blue despite the weird markings and twisted appearance of the muzzle she had the somewhat familiar blue of him. Both of them.
But her brother had no kids and as far as she was aware she only had one sister so there was no way that such a filly could be related to a witch, though the muzzle was a nice touch she would have envied to have.
“Hello little one what brings you all the way out here and what is your name? You are more than welcome to enter just don’t touch anything,” the witch replied not as a warning for to break anything but some of the things were rather poisonous. The thought of having to dump a foal out in the waters was no ideal.
As she mentioned the necklace her brow raised however she resisted the urge of looking over to her stash. So… it had an owner still did it. Instead she headed towards the filly and circled around her looking her over. There was no obvious sign that she came from anywhere rich so why did she have it in the first place?
And why bury it?
She shouldn't have cared though, there was no plan in returning something that Fume had dug up in her swamp. It was hers therefore anything found was hers.
“A necklace I have seen one, it dangles around my neck with a skull on it. You will have to tell more about if you want me to help you find it.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 4:33 am
“M’name’s Bitey,” Bitey said, relieved the stranger seemed friendly, but a touch uncertain, too. The mare seemed more like the type to offer treats to others than a thief, and Bitey was worried she’d already spent far too much time on this expedition to risk an extended conversation – especially when she still had her necklace to look for. She and her family were in a new place and they’d be worried to find her gone as well.
But curiosity was her master now. She’d yet to see anyone who made a cave their home and she followed the stranger inside, her eyes growing wide at the strange sights. Smelly liquids were kept in nearly-invisible containers, shelves lined the walls, and an assortment of dried and inedible-looking plants could be found here and there. Most surprising of all however was how cramped the place seemed. She was used to being able to see in all directions, especially the sky, and it was almost stifling in here. And yet, it seemed cozy, too.
She frowned when the mare began circling her, the corner of her lips pressing to her left and making her face even more unsymmetrical. She was uncomfortable but she said nothing, consoled, at least, by the knowledge that it wasn’t her mouth that was under such scrutiny.
“It – it’s got a long circle on it,” she said, unable to deny answering the mare’s question, especially when it seemed so innocent. She was disappointed, though – for a moment there, she thought the mare had seen the necklace. Maybe the stranger would help her look for it instead? “With a pretty colored stone in the center.”
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