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Owlsomniac

PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 8:35 am
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF FIREWATER!
Kin Name: Poppymilk
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She’d met a kin, once -- a buck, more specifically, an acha buck if you want exact details -- who had shown her a particularly good time one cold winter evening. He’d promised her something fun and, Poppmilk, being the proper lady she is, just couldn’t say no to that so of course she’d agreed.

She followed him down past a small creek, into a thicket that opened up into a small glade, and watched as he’d nosed around some hollowed out gourds stoppered up with mud. One of these he carefully opened, and the scent that had greeted her had been sharp, and a little bit sweet - - but mostly strong, and somehow burning.

The taste had been even stronger, and she’d nearly coughed it all out the first time. He’d laughed, even despite her glaring, and assured her it got better with time. Which it had. The company hadn’t hurt, either.

He’d called it firewater, for the way it burned on the way down and warmed a kin up from the inside. An apt name, if she’d ever heard one. She’d pried at him until he’d given her a simple recipe of her own to try out, once she had the time, though wouldn’t give her his specialty no matter how much she’d cajoled but, well, that was alright. She could always return for another sampling… or three.  
PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 8:40 am
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MUSHROOM!
Kin Name: Trouble
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The first time she’d tried mushrooms, Trouble thought she was losing her mind. Everything had been strange, and nothing had made sense at all. Shapes were wrong, colors were weirdly intense, things appeared that shouldn’t have been there.

She’d thought the motherfather had come down to speak to her in the shape of a tiny frog which, it turned out later, had actually been a caiman. Trouble was lucky the damn thing hadn’t taken her nose off. Perhaps, she’d thought, the motherfather really had been looking out for her, that time.

The second time hadn’t been as bad, since she knew what to expect. In fact, it had been absolutely marvelous. She’d gone to a very high-end party with fancy lady-kin and gentle-kin, and had been at the center of attention to it all. Not only that, but she’d had a very fancy wreath of flowers and feathers and moth’s wings which she’d worn the entire night.

Even though her beautiful crown had turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of scraggly weeds and vines the next morning, she still felt as if it had been one of the most interesting experiences of her young life.

Yes, mushrooms were definitely the way to go, in her opinion. Perhaps she’d see about trying a new type, sometime..  

Owlsomniac


thyPOPE
Crew

Devoted Hoarder

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 1:42 am
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF OCEAN!
Kin Name: Interruption
Drabble: She'd heard the Tidewalkers were territorial, but in her defense, she'd never seen a Tidewalker anywhere in the area.

To be fair she'd chosen well: this little cove was isolated. The waves lapped gently at the sand in fixed patterns. The salt-smell was sharp, and made every breath deeper and clearer. This section of the coast was not the the Tidewalkers' usual fare. The waves were rarely higher than her feet, and her biggest complaint - well, sand got everywhere, of course, but so did mud, when you were in the swamp. She supposed there was seaweed?

But even that couldn't detract from the simple pleasure of lounging out by the beach, even on a day as balmy as this.

For one the foliage was far sparser here. The sand was tan and the water crystalline, compared to the mulchy fare of the swamp. Sometimes, if high tide had just passed, you might find a few sea stars with wobbly purchase on the water-smoothed rocks. Interruption could turn her face up into the sky and just - breathe. That was the easy part of all this. Here she could be alone and she could meditate, and maybe if she felt like it she could lie on her side and close her eyes and wait for the water to wash kelp into her mane and for the wind to turn her wet locks salt-crusted.

She loved the plains - her once-home - and the swamp - full of intelligent life, always lit from within - but somehow here was where she felt the most connected to the Motherfather.

So she didn't care whether some tribe of kin wanted to pretend they had any claim to any part of the land. This little spot? When she was here, it was hers.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CHICKEN!
Kin Name: Lily
Drabble: It had haunted her for so long - the thought of those eggs turned white and gold, like Lily herself. Now - now, of course she'd consumed eggs before. They were delightful treasures, if you could find them, although even Lily had heard the admonishments from busybodies: don't eat more than one from a nest, else they won't produce more for us. More surprising was the thought that anyone had managed to tame a chicken - and chickens produced well-sized eggs, and were far less prone to attack than swans. As she herself well knew.

Often she'd nagged Death in the Afternoon about them, when they'd been running the booth together. But he'd never gone to try. That was - well, it was reasonable, she thought. It was pretty embarrassing, to be smashing eggs on rocks instead of just pecking holes in them and eating them. She hadn't thought it'd work, at first, and then - then of course it'd succeeded, and she'd been plenty delighted. She kicked her feet poutily.

She did dearly want to try them again. But the salesman had been a smooth talker, and the thing Lily liked least of all was appearing entranced by someone other than herself. (Obviously she was the most engaging creature in all the swamp - kimeti were all so dirty, and her little crown of leaves always gleamed.)

Well. Really, she'd been persistent enough already during that market. Why was she dragging her feet? If the tribe really was open all the time - she knew how to play this. Maybe she wasn't a gardener or an esteemed hunter or anything, but she could turn up the charm with the best of them, and she was remarkably good at finding shiny things.

She'd just have to...frame it right. Yes. That was it.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF BEAUTY!
Kin Name: Singing Sand
Drabble: The worst thing about the Ache was not the physical pain. Singing Sand...he had to admit that he'd shouldered worse, in the pursuit of perfection. He was fine with the pain. It was his due, after all. What he disliked was that his body could not handle it.

Okay, he didn't even care about that, in all honesty. Singing Sand was not the sort of acha that cared much for bodily pleasures.

Well, he cared about one sort of bodily pleasure. The sublime, incomparable blessing of music: he longed for it. He longed for the desert, with its whistling winds and the dark growls of dunes beneath his hooves. Where achas lifted their voices in harmony, and sand dogs and fennec foxes were only happy to join in.

What he cared about was that he couldn't return.

Certainly he appreciated the swamp. That was why he'd come in the first place. He'd heard tell of its cool waters, the slip-slip-splish you made when you walked. The chirp-hum of fireflies and cicadas, and the high-pitched, unbelievable tweets of songbirds. The steady snapping of twigs beneath one's feet. The swamp was song-filled in its own right, and no kin could regret experiencing it. He loved its diverse, dark beauty, and its constant, cacophonous sound.

But couldn't he have both? And he'd heard tell of other great lands: the solemn drips and devastating crashes of cave life, or the roar of winter winds and claps of great thunderstorms or the clash of horn on horn in noble battle, and the crunch of the first ice over a little stream). The kiokote said that grass whispered to you and eagles cawed greeting as they circled. Cheetahs shrieked, and kiokotes' hooves pounded in rhythm with their herds.

Couldn't he travel to all of those places? Couldn't he hear every melody the MotherFather had seen fit to bless them with?

Well, he hoped: someday.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CREATION!
Kin Name: Westward Bound
Drabble: He wasn't much of a social guy, really.

He was definitely the more sociable of Westfen's co-founders. No one could really argue that point: Longclaw was just so stoic. He was better at saying no.

But, well, the thing about Westward Bound was that he didn't have room for too many kin in his affections. Okay, that was perhaps a bit harsh. But, well, it was true, wasn't it? There was Longclaw, of course. Oathkeeper: everyone who'd ever spent any significant amount of time in the Westfen lands knew all about Westward Bound's affections for her. His children, who he worried a little overmuch about. Dear, all-seeing Burning Bush (and Westward Bound had a lot of faith in her). Those were the kin he loved wholeheartedly, and could spout...words and words at, or about.

And then, well, there was the rest of Westfen.

It'd be a lie to say that he didn't care about them. Of course he cared about them. The clan that he and Longclaw had founded was full of hardworking, dedicated kimeti. They foraged and hunted and most importantly shared everything that they had with each other. Theirs was a community that some could only dream of joining, and in these changing times, an increasingly necessary one. The thought of any tribe member summoned an overwhelming feeling of pride in him. But, well, in truth. Around them, he could clam up, unless he was talking about those in his innermost circle.

It wasn't his fault. He wasn't the type for verbosity. There were certainly things he cared about: keeping the tribe in order. Keeping their hearth warm. Making sure all their empty logs and turtle shells (Westfen had gained a lot of those, recently) were patched up and full, and ensuring that their inventory didn't spoil or attract infestations. But he had a lot of trouble talking about these things, even if it was to teach another tribe member.

That was what Time to Go had been laughing at him about, recently.

But. Okay, yes. Even if he couldn't really talk to most of the members of his tribe, that didn't mean that he didn't appreciate them, or that he didn't go to an effort to learn their names.

That was essentially all he'd been doing, these past few months. Well: all he'd been doing with his leisure time, anyway. Of course he still had his duties, although as his subordinates grew more and more competent, his 'approval' of their works seemed more and more like a formality. It gave him more time for his own projects.

Although he had to note wryly that he'd still been taking months with this. That was all right, he thought. Westfen deserved high quality tokens of his appreciation: clean, warm pelts that were well-shaped and would line their dens excellently. Fresh, round bird eggs. Carefully preserved herbs and jerkies. Plump and juicy fruits. Smooth feathers.

Of course he'd had to enlist Time to Go's help for a lot of the gathering work - she knew exactly what he was up to, now. But he'd done a lot of the quality control himself. Cleaning out the pelts and drying them carefully so the fur wouldn't mat with killed animals' blood. Arranging places to store everything, in secret. Hollowing out containers for the gifts. Overseeing the garden plots that he and Time to Go had eked out for this project.

It was his dearest hope that - no, he didn't know how to put it. He didn't need to be appreciated for the (although countless) hours of time he'd already dedicated to this project. He hadn't done all of this for himself. He'd done it for his tribe, because he didn't really know how else to convey his own appreciation for their continued hard work. Westfen didn't get a lot of treasures for themselves: everything went back to the clan, to be divided among its members as it needed to be, and then the excess into storage. He hoped they'd see his gift bundles as a boon.

He hoped they'd understand. Perhaps he wasn't the greatest at communicating it, but he loved Westfen.  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 4:44 am
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MONSTERS!
beauty | chicken | creation | dragon | firewater | magic | monster | mushroom | ocean | running | smash | turtle
Kin Name: Wrath
Drabble: She isn't herself when she's angry. It comes bubbling up like nothing else, clouds her mind, makes her see red– see the red of her eyelids with each blink, instead of the usual flashes of black nothingness. Everything about her is on edge, bristles, is predatory and distinct and different. She can take on larger bucks and does, has the courage to face a seasoned Totoma warrior, give no concern to the world around her and live entirely in the haze that fills her thoughts, mind, lungs and body. It makes her heedless, takes her caution away and has her act without second thoughts.

And she never feels more powerful. The way it tears through her doubts, instills her with strength and resolve, and gives her a singleminded intensity to solve things and put them behind her– no, to destroy them and leave them behind, abandon them, give them no further regard– that ruthlessness hones her to a perfect hunting edge, and carries her through the most difficult times in her life.

She loves it. She wouldn't change it for the world– this monster inside of her, living in her pelt, under her skin, just waiting to be let out.  

Anhelisk

Gilded Dragon


musicaloner7

Romantic Man-Lover

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 1:52 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MUSHROOM!
Kin Name: Blue Heart
Drabble: Oh her travels, she came across numerous types of flora and fauna alike, that coexisted and created balance in their ecosystem. Without one there could not be another, or the delicate scale could be balanced to throw a stick into the well working design.

But not all inhabitants were bright, flashy, and vocal about their presence. Nor were all of them easy to find, or out in the open. Some were timid, and reserved, preferring to keep incognito, and within the background of the hustle and bustle from the rest. This did not devalue their worth, on the contrary, but it did lessen the awareness of them, and even pass them off as unimportant citizens.

Mushrooms were a key example, sitting quietly where most would not see them, working diligently to recycle the decomposing carcasses that littered the land. Blue Heart had always found the little fungi to be odd, if anything, but also quite curious too. Keeping in the shadows and damp crevices, watching the world go by. The doe would take pause at her encounters with them, giving some an idle sniff, or nosing to test the plushness of it... but would continue on. After all some could be poisonous, but so long as she left them be, they would cause no harm.  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 2:11 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CREATION!
Kin Name: Blue Heart
Drabble: The doe came to find that a little break in her adventures would be a positive for her in order to recover and gather herself from her adventure so far. She'd gotten pretty far from home, by now, and dipped into unknown territory for some time.

Finding a nice little forest that was rather dense, and populated with various vegetation, she sought out a section to make her home for the time being. After some wandering, testing, and debate, a little tucked away area was discovered to be to her standards and liking. In the nook of a deep carving at the base of a mighty trees roots, she cleaned out the little spot, and began to gather leaves and other dry means of bedding to stuff inside. While on her gathering expedition, she came across the sight of a nest, hidden in the foliage just above a tree near the one she had found shelter in. Staring at it, her ears flicked forward at the sight of round, pale objects inside of it. Eggs.... Soon enough, a parent bird came zipping in and settled comfortably onto the unborn chicks.

Seconds later the mate returned to the nest too, providing food for the one keeping the eggs warm. It was... rather precious... the two working together towards a common goal, of supporting and caring for the little ones they were giving life and bringing into the world.  

musicaloner7

Romantic Man-Lover


musicaloner7

Romantic Man-Lover

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 2:34 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF SMASH!
Kin Name: Blue Heart
Drabble: Once all sorted in her temporary home, Blue Heart was getting into a groove and routine, which aided her in finding sleep easier and easier as the days went by. She'd started to learn the way of the living creatures that were now her neighbors, and they had come to adjust and get used to her too. There was a mutual respect between them and the kin, making coexisting rather easy.

Everyday she would crane her head to look up to the towering tree that housed a family of birds that she'd noted on her first day there. They were always busy tending to the nest itself, gathering food for each other while swapping between warming their eggs and hunting. Yet on this day, that bliss was shattered with a start to Blue Heart jolting from her sleep. The day was just starting to creep over the horizon, sun barely a sliver of light, when the screeching, squawking and violent rustling was heard. Quickly rising to her hooves, the doe raced out to see what the commotion was, instantly looking to the precious bird family to see they were under attack. Another avian had decided to try and invade, resulting in a skirmish...

Not only that, but as she approached, she saw that one of the delicate cargo had fallen over and smashed on the ground. She stared at it with drawn brows, lips tightening with dismay. The poor thing...caught in the crossfires... Eventually the parent birds had fended off the invader, but... it'd been too late. One of the eggs had been lost.  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 2:58 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF BEAUTY!
Kin Name: Voice of Mind
Drabble: As per usual, the buck was going about his normal day, starting with his morning beauty regimen. A small container made of hardy leaves and woven sticks held a mixture inside that was of a wiggly paste texture. It was something he'd learned about making from a passing old doe. The female had been a creator of herbs and remedies, not only that but she had promised Voice that she could even aid in keeping him looking youthful. Preying on his clear sense of vanity, she taught him how to make the concoction by mixing a few basic ingredients easily found, along with a somewhat random item included.

And so every so often, he would follow the required preparations for the youth paste, following it to a t. And every morning when in stock of it, he would make sure to bathe with it. Trotting along to the normal pool of clean water he would wash in, he gingerly placed down the tiny package. Dipping into the water delicately, he let himself lower til it covered his back, before taking a deep breath and submerging completely. After soaking for a moment beneath, he raised back up, and began using his tail to swipe along his body to make sure every area had gotten doused. Returning to the shore, the small leaf ball was torn open and his tail curved back around to dip into it, repeating the smearing along his body. It already had a natural gloss to it, but this seemed to enhance it! At least in his tricked mind it did...

With the bathing ritual finished, he slipped out of the liquid, feeling renewed and rejuvenated. Gazing into the lightly rippling water, he smiled brightly, lashes lidding halfway, "I truly am the most beautiful thing~" he hummed, basking in his reflective sight.  

musicaloner7

Romantic Man-Lover


Amorpheous
Crew

Human Human

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 3:01 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF TURTLES!
Kin Name: Birdsong
Drabble:

User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.Sometimes, while she worked, Call watched the turtles, huge lumbering creatures that could barely pull their own weight. She knew them, knew their softness underneath those shells, knew their lives and their seasons, knew when they mated and when they would lay their eggs.

She followed one once, because its path was not so different from the one she was following anyways, a mother—heavy with eggs. She too was weighed down, but her burden was a large piece of drift wood, not children. She had carried those once as well though; she remembered the feeling of heaviness, of her body belonging to more than herself. She remembered laying two eggs first and feeling disappointed until a small lamb had pushed its way out, gasping air that held no salt.

This beach was no place for a turtle to lay its eggs. There were more predators than just birds and caiman—there were kin. Other beaches were quieter, yet here this turtle was, determinedly dragging its body along until it found just the right spot. It was hidden enough, but there was no spot hidden enough on this beach.

No, Call had left this beach to give birth for a reason. Those not meant for this beach should not be born here.

The eggs the turtle laid were fragile, just like Call’s. If she could feel such things anymore, she might have felt pity for them, but all she could do was go back to work. They would live if they lived, and would die if they didn’t, the same as her own eggs. There was no place in this world for the weak.
 
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 3:12 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CHICKEN!
Kin Name: Suffers in Silence & One Angry Shot
Drabble:
    "Mother, what's a chicken?"
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    Fury regarded the lamb silently for a moment. It was an easy enough question to answer: a game bird certain kin liked to eat, if they could catch it. Chickens were especially known as skittish prey, fleeing quickly into the underbrush, clucking wildly and likely scaring off any other animals in the surrounding area, too. It could be embarrassing, not that Fury herself would know anything about that.

    "A foal called me that," the young Totoma added, remembering the nasty tone of it, how he'd left her to play somewhere else. She got to the heart of the matter in a quieter voice: "Is that my name now?"

    Part of Fury wanted to snort in amusement at that. A larger part was, of course, angry. She kept her tone even in spite of that. "A chicken is a bird that is a very good mother," she explained. It wasn't technically a lie, even if she knew what the other foal had likely meant by it. This lamb, of the three she had taken in, was a quiet, observant one. She would earn herself a far better name.

    At that, the lamb seemed soothed, her tail giving a curious little flick. "Oh! What makes them good mothers?" She could only imagine, having been raised among the Mother's Club and given so many examples of that. It had to be impressive if a bird could be as good!

    "They have many chicks, and never lose a single one." Maybe that was an exaggeration. Fury was starting to feel like maybe she was lying now, a little. She reeled it back in a bit. "They protect their chicks under their wings. Sometimes you won't know a chicken has so many until they come running out."

    The lamb's eyes widened, enchanted at the thought. "I want to see a chicken!" "Someday," Fury said simply, and she meant it. As for the matter of the name, she drew in closer, voice gentle but firm. "Don't let anyone call you anything you don't want to be called."

    The young Totoma gave a nod. She could tell her adoptive mother was serious -- not mad, just serious, but this was something the lamb understood she was allowed to get mad about. Certainly, it was something Fury herself had been enraged by in the past: her Totoma father, denying her the name she knew was her own.

    "Find yourself better company than that." And Fury gently touched her forehead to the lamb's, a gesture their family shared and one the Totoma preferred to the head-knocking many of the lambs were starting on now. She nudged back affectionately before turning tail and skipping off, soon to begin the incident that would earn her her name.
 

Soldier of Song

Bear


thyPOPE
Crew

Devoted Hoarder

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 4:18 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MONSTERS!
Kin Name: Freedom to Act
Drabble: There was a caiman she saw on occasion, lumbering clumsily through the water and snapping its jaws victoriously at birds and frogs and fishes. It swung its tail wildly and splashed and was generally pretty exuberant.

This pleased her.

Apparently there were some kin who objected to this. They called predators cruel monsters, as though they could help it. Life found it laughable. They were not kin, after all. Oh, certainly: they acted with consciousness. They knew what they were doing, when they hunted. Otherwise they would not have succeeded. But it would be difficult for anyone to claim that they thought on quite the same level as kin did.

In fact it was a little bit enviable. They didn't need to worry about their own actions. Was what they were doing in accordance to their own desires? A caiman could not stop to wonder this point.

That was what made them the very opposite of monsters. They were acting in accordance to their nature, without the conscious thought that their actions might be looked down upon. If kin were killed in their search for prey? Well, that was the nature of Matope. Disasters happened.

A caiman couldn't be a monster, but a kin? A kin knew what they were doing when they killed other kin without reason other than desire. A kin who chose to do so continuously? That was a monster.  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 4:51 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MUSHROOMS!
beauty | chicken | creation | dragon | firewater | magic | monster | mushroom | ocean | running | smash | turtle
Kin Name: Nightlife
Drabble: Such an innocuous thing, a mushroom. Small and unassuming, these ones– no strange, poisonous colours warning one away, just slender, long stalks and tiny caps in pale, unassuming creams and whites, making them seem almost filamentous, like some sort of grass. Nothing about them would suggest that they're anything other than a simple food; they seem like something one could accidentally happen to graze upon, if one was not paying attention.

But oh, how magical they are. They have the ability to turn a night alone into a night in the company of the entire swamp, make a simple walk into an unexpected adventure, let a mind wander at the wonder of the world, at the tiny, simple miracles of the swamp... and in the end, after all the fun has been had? He gets the chance to re-explore the events that passed with new eyes, figure out what all happened, and how, unearth the mystery of what happened to make him imagine those things that he did, find out what actually happened.

It's like a living dream– one he can choose to remember. And that, itself, is wonderful. But the fact that he can make it happen whenever he wants? That's what makes it special.  

Anhelisk

Gilded Dragon


Dovaxy
Crew

Dangerous Cultist

PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 4:58 pm
User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF TURTLES!
Kin Name: out of faith
Drabble: Out of faith gazed across the surface of the swampy water, the depths beneath hidden amongst the murky darkness. She pondered the creatures that inhabited the swamp, the lizards, the birds and the turtles. Her mind seemed to stick on turtles momentarily, such strange creatures slow and awkward, how had their species managed to survive this long? It was a dark world, eventually everyone was going to meet the same fate she supposed, why would it matter if their species survived until that day as everyone else did? It didn't, not really, but she didn't understand regardless. Turtles laid eggs, so far from the safety of the water, the one place they didn't seem as awkward and well... useless. Toting protective armor around with them seemed to be an advantage, she supposed, they reminded her of Totoma in a way, strong and mighty yet... slow and steady. Considering that made her wonder if the turtles had naming dreams, or if they were like Totoma, gaining a name upon accomplishing an important task. She supposed Totoma were interesting in that sense, but a life without dreams... what sort of life was that? Faith honestly didn't actually know much about turtles, why was she spending so much time pondering their lifestyle anyways?

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF OCEAN!
Kin Name: out of faith
Drabble: Waves crashing against soil that wasn't soil, it was grainier, and it didn't support you like the hard surface of the swamp earth. Faith could only imagine it, she'd never seen anything like it before but she'd heard the stories of the passing Acha...

You could wander the desert sands for days, he'd told her, the sweltering heat burning against your back, the relentless sun staring you down daring you to continue on. Shade was the only friend you had, the rare tree or rock, a place to relax and take a moment to cool your body. Water was scarce, he'd mentioned, traveling herds going days without finding a single pool. There was always light at the end of the tunnel though, he'd say, if you continued on across the grainy surface your tired legs willing to take you no further you'd finally see it. The clearest blue spanning across the horizon. The sun you'd been cursing moments before now creating a sparkling glow across the surface of the water. You think it's an illusion, the desert can do that to you, you see, but no... this is real, tangible, cool water. More for show than actual consumption he'd mentioned, the waters didn't taste right you see, for it was salty. But, a spectacular view it was, and well worth the long travel.

Out of Faith simply didn't believe it, water that tasted of salt? Hidden bodies of water after days of traveling through the scorching desert? No, it was a made up fantasy, she was sure of it.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CHICKEN!
Kin Name: out of faith
Drabble: The funny little bird made a cluck of disprovable and shuffled away, waddling off before it stopped momentarily to peck the soft earth. Out of faith had no idea what to make of this strange creature, so she peered at it through narrowed eyes and pawed the earth beneath her hooves. How dare it shamble off like that when she was examining it? If that bird knew what was best for it...! … She didn't actually know where she was going with that, it wasn't as if she'd actually harm the feathered creature.

Lack of common sense caused her to trot after the fluffy thing, causing it to scurry off with a string of distressed clucks. She had no time for this game of cat and mouse, in the name of discovery she just had to examine this critter further! Picking up speed she chased after it until the bird suddenly stopped and gave her a rather foul glare. There was no time, in her attempt to stop herself to prevent accidentally crushing her 'prey' she stumbled and toppled over into the swampy water below.

Someone behind her had the audacity to laugh as the chicken continued its angry clucking and took off into the brush. “Chickens, huh?” her audience giggled. Now pouting Faith slumped over in the swamp water and sighed, she'd only wanted to check it out...

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF CREATION!
Kin Name: out of faith
Drabble: They were all born, brought into this world from the love of their parents, the process known as the miracle of life. Why was it a miracle, Faith wondered?

When considering creation Faith could see where the miracle came from, the swamp they lived in, the trees, the breeze, the mucky underbrush beneath their hooves. Surely it was a miracle these things existed but the kin themselves, what if they were only being created to destroy everything they so seemed to cherish?

Didn't creation go hand and hand with destruction? Fire was a destroyer. It ravaged the land and took with it everything but the charred remains and yet... things still began to grow anew after a fire. If all of creation was destroyed would they be able to create once again? Would the world be able to recover? Out of Faith was unsure, she'd seen things that led her to believe otherwise. If creation was destroyed it would be the end of everything they knew, no recovery would be possible. It would all cease to exist and all that would remain would be the crying souls of all that was lost. Out of Faith knew this was coming, and couldn't help but regret for all the life surrounding her, unknowing and unafraid.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MONSTER!
Kin Name: out of faith
Drabble: Children dream of monsters in the swamp coming out to eat them, terrify them or get them lost so that they may never find their parents again. Little did they know... there was a bit of monster in everyone around them. Out of Faith didn't believe in good and evil, she knew that deep down everyone had dark secrets that would one day surface. Perhaps when they least expected it! So, was Faith afraid of monsters? Yes and no, she was afraid of everyone around her.

You couldn't trust your neighbor or your brother, there was something about them that inherently was going to bring about the end of everything they knew. This she knew, but what she didn't know is if it would all arrive at the same time or everyone would slowly come to this point at different intervals throughout the years. Because of this the small kin often refused to make friends or even believe a single thing she was told. They were all in it alone, and when the monsters started to surface in her she wouldn't be able to harm anyone, as there would be nobody around to harm...  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 5:29 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MUSHROOM!
Kin Name: Breaks Bones
Drabble: The spores that floated up into his hones had Breaks Bones sneezing up a storm. They burned his eyes and made all he ate taste like nothing. It wasn't that things lacked taste, it as just that his poor nose became so congested by the dang spores that it left him unable to do much other than wolf down his food. Frankly, if he could have, he'd have avoided the dang funsgi entirely. However that wasn't an option. The mushrooms that grew on the rocky out cropping would be needed for the stew he hoped to have ready for that nights meal. Meat, mushrooms, some fine herbs and roots- it would be a medley of flavors. The problem was just the dang mushrooms. Harvesting them was an ordeal in and of itself.
Grumbling as he pulled them up and gathered them one by one, Breaks Bones just kept telling himself that the outcome would be worth it. The flavors! Provided he'd be able to breathe by that time. Worse came to worse, he'd have to leave his bowl in the flames for a bit longer than intended with some extra water so it's not burn. Alas, the mushrooms were a pain but the end result was so worth it.  

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 5:30 pm
A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF MAGIC!
Kin Name: Farewell Smile
Drabble:

User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.Farewell Smile wondered what it might be like to be a simple beetle—to not have to try to know oneself. She looked inward and looked out, but all she ever saw were symptoms of the self; everything else was a mystery. If she could know herself, it would be a miracle, a feat of magic beyond her abilities.

She sometimes daydreamed of meeting the MotherFather, of asking Her the intricacies of Her design. Perhaps, if she knew the impetus behind her naming dream she might better know herself. The MotherFather had given all kin the gift, or burden, or being able to ponder their own existence and yet offered no answers, no help to understanding the most basic construction of the inner self except a naming dream, dreamed while only half-alive and before conscious memory.

Other kin seemed so sure of themselves, so sure that they were who they thought they were. Farewell Smile envied them—envied their ability to forget that even their own reactions were unknown, unpredictable, and foreign. A smile was a response, a reaction to something, and, if true, it was uncontrolled, something genuine and unexpected. It was a form of magic, to make someone smile.  
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