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 Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:14 am
 The Glade was empty. The others had left for the day, although, it was very nearly evening. The food stocks were well-supplied. There were snakes hanging in the trees, tied up, and the berry bushes and herbs were nearly ripened already. The fish were gravid and fat, lazily swimming under Dream's gaze as he lay beside the spring-fed pond on one of the many moss beds Snap had cultured. "Ah... peace... I love evenings like this..." he whispered.
fluorescein OoC Note: Please, feel free to bring whomever you like. I may even add in more kin!
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:01 pm
With all the dignified glory he could muster, Glossbones continued with his belabored task of dragging the carcass through the clearing. Although the Mare of the flaming hair was a gratious provider of wares, she did not think in terms convenient for kin. Glossbones attributed that to her continued insistence of staying in wasp form. And of course she could communicate through the mind from a frighteningly far distance. If he was positive she wasn't eavesdropping, he would call Doom a royal pain in the a**. RIb bones protested their sad state of affairs through his lanky body. Across his flank was a leaf full of meat Doom unloaded on him for both he and his starving sister. Despite the promised meal, he smelled the tell of ripe berries and then he heard the voice. He dropped the carcass nonchalantly. He was dragging a dead acha. This was not a good look. He couldn't very well tell the other kimeti it was for his shop. Like he'd believe it.The green buck looked pathetically forlorn before prompting the dark buck: "So, come here often?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:36 pm
The scent of a carcass made Dream's brows furrow, and he lifted his head, turning towards the scent. A slow frown crossed his face as he took in the scene before him, and narrowed his glowing red gaze. The powerful, lean buck rose, and stepped closer, tipping his head slightly down, fixing the starved male in his gaze. This... wasn't a very good scene- it hinted that this buck was quite possibly mad with hunger, or else a cannibal. "I live here... Hold there... who are you and why are you carrying that... acha..?" he growled softly, moving closer and lowering his head.
fluorescein Dream has dealt with Cannibals, I now think. He's naturally wary.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:08 pm
For the 20th time, he repeated to himself how bad he looked. This was sooo not a good look. Perhaps he would find courage to speak on this matter with Doom the next time she deigned to grace him or his sister with her malevolent presence. Upon the knowledge that the buck lived here, Glossbones tried his best to shuffle up mud to mix away the dripping blood. It'd be really wonderful if it stared to rain, Mother Crane."I decorate skulls. This acha was already dead when I chanced upon the body," he offered meekly, willing his already gaunt frame to more diminutive status. He had a feeling it would not be in his best interest to mention Doom. He had heard stories about a maddening laugh and the slaughter that followed. His stomach rumbled embarrassingly so.
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