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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:07 pm
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Soul Drift is wandering the edges of the swamp again, near the borders of hot sands and cool shades, where the trees are thinnest. He has been here before, but he is still unwilling to travel very far from the reaches of the Swamp. It's nothing in particular, really, that has brought him here this time. A mere returning of curiosity, another glimpse of heat and sand that could merely have been a memory from the last time, or a new dream urging him to go. He doesn't really know, and isn't concerned with it. The sands, the plains, are an endless source of newness to him, even if, like the swamp and the sky, they never really seem to change.
Except, he knows, things are changing. He has heard stories, and may have, in the past, thought he'd seen some things. But he's never really quite known. His head, at the moment, is tilted faintly in a thoughtful manner as he lies beneath the shade, his eyes narrowed to mere slits against the glare of harsh sunlight further ahead.
Spectre, meanwhile, sits perched atop one of his horns, resting with him from the heat and seeming to almost doze there, comfortable.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:13 pm
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As the sudden, sweet burst of song fills the air, Soul turns to look in the direction it came from. He spots the bird first, and then it's owner. Spectre lets out an answering trill in her sweet voice, but remains perched atop one of his horns.
He thinks about how there always seem to be kimeti at the edge of the swamp, and wonders if he's just been lucky in meeting other here, or if there are more and more who have come, feeling that strange pull to the edges of the marsh. Either way, the other buck's presence is not unwelcome.
"Have you come to explore the edges of the swamp, too?" He asks, tilting his head in the other's direction before motioning toward the open plains. "It's a strange place, isn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:08 pm
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The answering songbird's voice led Moon Son's gaze toward the other kimeti, and the gray buck didn't hesitate to approach once greeted, ears tall and cheerful. With a sweep of his head back to the horizon briefly, he agreed,
"Strange, indeed. I'm often led back here, it seems, if only to look and to smell." There was a big of chagrin in his voice, something in the twitch of his fur, the angle of his muzzle—he was somewhat ashamed he'd never bothered to stray beyond the comfort of the swamp.
Even just once.
His curiosity was still unsure, it seemed.
"I find the dryness here refreshing sometimes." Moonson admitted, not really thinking to introduce himself in his interest in meeting others who shared his current fascinations, "And yourself?"
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