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[Amorpheous]

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF SMASH!
Kin Name: Tarnished Offering
Drabble:

She wanted to crush them. She wanted to see them find fear the same way she had.

She looked at them, in their confidence and apathy and found them abhorrent. She found herself angry. She looked at them and too often she saw herself. Yet, she did not think of herself the way they thought of themselves. They were content with their actions, their thoughts, their desires—they were content with their darkness.

She was not.

She had been tainted, perhaps she had always been tainted, but she would rather die than to accept that within herself was a darkness that she could not defeat. Every day it sought to consume her and those around her, but she fought against it, fought against the evil that claimed her bones and her heart.

And she fought against it in others as well. She sought them out, the smiling faces that hid souls full of teeth and blood, and she challenged them, mind and body, so that she might smash the teeth and blood that lived in her own soul—so that she might find the differences between her and them. If she found enough of them, bared her soul against theirs, and took her teeth to everything that was corrupted in both, she hoped that she would be saved.

And one day she would no longer have to be afraid.  

[thyPOPE]

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF SMASH!
Kin Name: Wild Green Stones
Drabble: Yes, Wild Green Stones could admit it: he was a jerk.

If anyone had told him this, he'd have laughed, a loud, braying sound. "I know," he'd say, and wink somewhere awkwardly in their direction. He used his lack of sight as an excuse to jostle other kin on the way, and he always pretended he didn't know his own strength. Of course, he was always conscious of it: if only because it meant that he was stronger than others.

He was invincible, and this proved it. He could smash logs into shards, making every inhabitant homeless and hopeless. "It's the way of the swamp," he told the spiders inside. "Someday you'll understand." He tossed rocks at birds' nests and watched the eggs shatter.

Okay, he didn't do that. Mostly because he much preferred to consume their contents. But he liked the thought that he had power, that whatever the MotherFather's wishes...whatever they were (with creepy dreams, and tall obelisks), he'd push past it all. Maybe he was from the plains, but he was stronger than anything in here. He'd proved that enough.

So he'd keep going. Watching twigs snap beneath his hooves, pushing into other kin so hard they bruised. He didn't know how hard he'd have to try, but one way or another, he was going to leave a mark. He was going to come out on top. That was all he wanted.  

[Zuchy]

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF Ocean!
Kin Name: Sootstripe
Drabble:
The first thing he knew about the ocean was the smell. Sootstripe canted his head back and inhaled deeply. Yes, this must be the brine-scent others had talked about: it smelled fresh and open and rich, full of many different kinds of air mixing together.

"Are we close yet? There is something...something new in the air."

The sound of the hooves before him scuffed once, twice, on the hard-packed ground in front of him, then stopped. "Zikwa noses really are something else, huh? No, we've still got a ways to go before we get to the beach."

The next thing Sootstriped knew about the ocean was the sound: ceaseless whirring and soft sounds almost more like the rustling of grass than the rushing of water. As went the winds that brought scent to his nose, so was the sound of the wind.

"I can hear it! I can hear the waves."

The kimeti chuckled. It was endearing to hear a buck so excited about all this. "We're almost there."

The third thing Sootstripe knew about the ocean was the way a soft and sandy beach sucked you in, the sandy ground unsteady and sinking under hooves, but firm yet slightly yielding when wettened.

The fourth thing he learned was that the sheer delight and novelty of playing in the surf and the waves, the receding waters tugging at his ankles, the push and crash of the racing waters--this could make anyone feel like a colt again.

A DRABBLE ON THE THEME OF: RUNNING!
Kin Name Broken Crown (Made up Kin)
Drabble:
There was nothing Broken Crown couldn't run away from. In races, he was always one of the fastest and most agile. Bounding along with the wind in his face and his heart pounding, he felt free. Nothing else mattered when you were running but the act itself, and if you could run far enough, it wouldn't matter what was behind you.

An embarrassing social gaffe that made Broken Crown want to slink away with his head drooping and never be seen by any of those kin again? Well, motherfather knew it was a big swamp. He could find a new clan, or new companions.

Too shy to speak up otherwise, and suddenly stuck in in a complicated social obligation? Why, that was something Crown could run away from, too. He'd warned the doe he mightn't stay, so it was okay, right?

Broken Crown loved to run. He loved the wind in his face, and he loved the thrill of excitement that exploring unknown lands and meeting new kin brought him. He tried not to think what would happen if anything he'd left behind ever caught up with him. The one thing he'd never been able to outrun was his own guilty conscience.