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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:35 pm
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Name: Poison Gloam Nickname: Specks, Dotty Age: Doe Personality: She delights in being a bit of an oddball. She'll talk to inanimate objects as much as to her swan, Glowing Gloam. She's flirty but at the core uninterested in Lifemating, though if a good buck comes along who can deal with her "I'm-here-now-here-no-now-I'm-here" trains of thought, she might hang around. Lives:In a hollow tree in the Northern part of the Swamp. LifeMated: Nope. Not looking, though a good, mostly sane buck might be able to convince her through an RP. Mated With:Meander, Owned by Lady.of.Shalott in Who Had A Quickie??! Potential Pairings: Blooming Heat, as soon as her first clutch is certed and she's cleared for babbies again. RPs: A Quest! (Peeper, Hue, Poison) Roar! {Poison Gloam & Blooming Heat}
Naming Dream: The day had started out lovely, then she had run deep into the trees, wading through the swamp waters ever deeper.
The canopy blocked the sun more and more until she could no longer see any sign of the warm golden rays. The darkness closed in, choking off all sounds, all sight, the black swarming deeper and deeper into her lungs.
Name: Glowing Gloam Owned by: Poison Gloam Personality: Calm and placid, with a practical streak. Glow usually reminds Poison Gloam to eat, and tries to keep her Kimeti away from the really painful accidents, but it does't always work.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 7:16 pm
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Name: Nudge Nickname: N/A Age: Buck Personality: Nudge, unlike his parents, is firmly centered in the world. He is rather strict and bossy, and will attempt to get his way via any means. He likes everything in order. His order. He does not curb his tongue, and is brutally honest. He affords respect to those who earn it. He's territorial and sarcastic. Siblings: Truth Unveiled, Highlight Lives: In a cave near a pond. Very territorial of this area Lifemated: No Mated: Meets-the-Sea, the lovely lady who won his heart! Potential pairings: Kids: Wash Away, Of the Night, Smudge, Leaves the Sea, Lucky Charm, Leaves to See RPs: Hidden Things (Nudge and Truth Unveiled), The Buck's Pond {Nudge and Meets-the-Sea}, Wandering Away [Nudge, Wood Spider, Meets] Pets: Listen
Naming Dream:
Poke. The buck sighed. It was back. Poke. It was really annoying. Poke. Poke. He'd tried ignoring the tenacious nudging in his flank, but it hadn't worked. He'd checked for pesky insects, but his coat was clean. Poke. Poke. Pokepoke. Okay, really? Now he was getting irritated, Poke poke poke. He sighed again. Motherfather, why? POKE! The hard jab drove the buck from his prone position, moss flying. His hooves made deep imprints in the mud as he pranced, trying to keep his abused flanks from the area where he'd lain. "What," he bawled, irritation clear in his voice. "What do you want?" ....Nothing. Still nothing. "Hmph." He turned to leave, then.... ...poke.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:25 pm
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Name: Grassland Flower Nickname: N/A Age/stage: Buck Personality:He's lazy. He likes to stay closer to the outlying meadows and bask in the sun, spending a lot of time napping. He does like the ladies, and will stir himself to flirt with the does who wander by his area, as long as they don't interrupt his naps.(Prone to using bad lines such as "Hey, filly, where you goin'? Destiny is riiiight here.") He's very picky about getting too dirty, which is why he doesn't roam too deep into the Swamp. Siblings: Lives: In the meadows on the outskirts of the swamp Lifemated: No Mated: No Potential Pairings: Female is his only requirement Pets/Familiars: None RPs: Quality Time (Longstride and Grassland Flower)
Naming Dream:
It was endless, flowing like a rich mane, weaving and bobbing, a susurrus tickling the ears and telling secrets of the golden field. I ran, bounding through the sweet grassland flowers coating me with their scents, until I was dizzy and collapsed in a heap, petals covering every inch of fur and hoof, drifting quietly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:47 pm
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NameStarscarred Nickname: N/A Age: Buck Parents: Poison Gloam and Meander Siblings: Cypress, Love's Labors Lost Personality: Starscarred is a mellow buck, very calm and observant. He is slow to anger, but the anger eventually becomes a long-lasting rage that means pain for the one who angered him. Luckily, he doesn't get mad all that often. He's open to new things, and is very likely bisexual. Lives:Wanders constantly. LifeMated: Nope. Mated With: RPs:
Naming Dream: The midnight male stands silently at the edge of the swamp, watching as stars streak through a sky that matches his coat. He steps out of the cover of the trees, silently moving through the waving grasses that dot the field he's in, until he can see all the visible sky around him. He watches, quiet still, as bright flashes rain down upon the Swamp and gradually closer to him. He is silent as the stars fall around him, and five score across his flanks, leaving brilliant white trails.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:49 pm
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Name: Chrysanthemum Quietude Nickname: Quiet, Mum Age: Doe Personality: Strut. Your. Stuff. This long-legged doe knows she's got a quieter appearance than some of her friends, but she's got the attitude to draw the eyes of every buck around her. When she's with a group, she tends to bring a peaceful air to the gathering. She loves to swim. Lives: In the roots of a mangrove LifeMated: No Mated With: No Love Found Offspring:Vagrant, Ghost Orchid, Crimson Tears, New Moon RPs: The Swamp Mixer Pets:
Naming Dream She woke in a field of soft-petaled flowers, whispering in the breeze. The puffy flowers brushed over her coat, laying on her shoulders and transferring their serene beauty to her body. She lay limp on the ground, breathing in the chrysanthemum quietude.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:22 pm
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Name: Meadowchild Nickname: Meadow, Mead Age: Doe Personality: Meadow is a petite, happy doe who likes to stand with her nose in the wind, sifting through scents and listening to the songbirds sing. She spends her days lying serenely in the sun, basking in the warm light. Lives: In the roots of a mangrove LifeMated: No Mated With: No male Offspring:None RPs: The Games Pets:
Naming Dream She shook the dried grasses from her coat, lifted her nose to the sky, and opened her eyes. She knew the names of each creature she met, each flower she passed. They were her sire-brothers, her dam-sisters, siblings of her mother Meadow, Father Sky. She was Meadowchild
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:13 pm
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Name: Lucky Charm Nickname: Lucky, Charm Age: Doe Personality: Lucky Charm is a doe who has no set interests. She enjoys learning about many, many eclectic topics. She enjoys spending time with other Kimeti and listening to their stories and day-to-day life. Her brother, Of the Night, relies on her for most everything, and secretly she revels in the fact that she is needed. Her foal-like brother needs guidance, and the level-headed Lucky Charm is just the logical one to guide him. Lives: Where ever the wind takes her LifeMated: No Mated With: None yet Offspring:None Pets: Talisman RPs: The Flood Make a Mark The Games
Naming Dream: She saw it so clearly, the lovely, if slightly macabre charm draped across a lovely doe's back. Liana vines, a mouse skull and two brilliant crimson blossoms exploding from the empty sockets. She knew, without knowing how, that the lovely loop was what had brought her into being, and the whispered words of the ephemeral mare standing in front of the doe and the buck by her side. She examined herself, coat and markings, noting the similarities, and knew that these were her parents, and the mare with the charms was her sire's dam. And so, knowing what she knows, she takes a name for herself, staring transfixed at the draped charm. "I claim the luck, and I shall be someone's Lucky Charm."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:49 am
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Name: Wave Walker Nickname: Wave Age: Doe Personality: Wave Walker is calm, placid, and completely unaffected by adversity. She is non-confrontational, and a bit of a worrier, mostly about her brother Flint. She's always willing to help, no matter what it is that she'll end up doing, and she'll never complain. Possibly not a personality well-suited to the driven Tidewalkers, but she loves her family, so she'll stick. She's tenacious like that Lives: With the Tidewalkers LifeMated: No Mated With: No one Offspring: None Pets: RPs:Tides of Change Unexpected Reunions
Naming Dream: The female stood at the edge of forever, and eternity lapped at the long fur on her legs. Her eyes closed to the breeze both refreshing and harsh, she takes a single step into eternity, and her hoof stands upon the wave. and so she walks along the waves, stepping steadily into forever.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:39 pm
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Name: Blank Stone Nickname: Clear Age: Buck Personality:Blank Stone likes to think he is a still pool of water, reflecting what others show, and hiding what his depths hold until a clear ray of sunlight hits at just the right angle for perfect clarity. He is a serene, self-centered buck, though if the right male were to wander his way, he'd take notice. Lives: Nowhere in particular LifeMated: No Mated With: No one Offspring: None Pets: RPs:
Naming Dream: There was a lovely flat stone lying in front of the foal, still wobbly on his legs. It was a pale, luminescent white, a softly shimmering tone that matched the streak flashing across his shoulders and flanks. It was a simple stone, an easy stone; it was a stone that would reflect what happened around it, an effortless task. The foal looked at the stone, and saw himself reflected, one blank stone showing another.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:06 pm
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Name: River's End Nickname: Delta, River Age: Buck Personality: River's End is an unpredictable little b*****d who follows his whims and has no morals. If he wants it, he takes it; if he doesn't like it, he'll destroy it, simply because he does not care. He can't be bothered to seek out company, mostly because they scream when he kills something just for the hell of it. he has no pets or familiars, mainly because he kills them when he's bored or they irritate him. He raises an eyebrow at those who claim the Swampmother will punish him for his "wicked ways," and questions why the goddess has yet to do so. Massive superiority complex; fair warning, he DOES NOT PLAY FAIR. Lives: Where ever the hell he feels like it, and bugger off if you don't like it. LifeMated: Never Mated With: No one Offspring: None Pets: Deceased RPs:
Naming Dream:He woke running hard, his flanks lathered with sweat-stinking foam, his purple back hidden. His hooves flattened the sweet-smelling plants along the winding bank as he followed the river. He ran, and ran and ran further still, his lungs heaving and his tongue dry, but he did not stop. He pushed on, ducking trees, leaping bushes, until the bank ran out and he finally he splashed down into the cool waters that pooled at the river's end.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:08 am
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Name: Purple Haze Nickname: Haze, High Age:Buck Personality: Haze is exasperated, exhausted, and more than a little fed up with his mother, Ghost Orchid, whose mad ideas and experiments continually keep High on his hooves and running away from disaster or drugged out Kin. He tries to act as a moderator for his mother and his sister, Furious Rose, and as a warning to any unwary Kin who wander Ghost Orchid's way. He loves his mother, but she's crazy and obsessed with mushroom research, and she's not above using her children (or her children's friends, mates, cohorts, or random Kin) as test subjects. He's continually surprised that he and his siblings are not more screwed up, due to the nature of their conception. Lives: With his whacko mom, trying to keep the Swamp from exploding LifeMated: No Mated With: No one--no time between running after Ghost Orchid and trying to keep his sister from poisoning the buck she likes Offspring: None Pets: He's slightly afraid Ghost Orchid will make any pets test subjects, too RPs:
Naming Dream:There was smoke. It was beautiful smoke, a deep gray-violet that swirled and parted as he moved through it. It crept up his legs, twining and writhing, leaving shining trails of purple on his back. He breathed deep, and floated in contentment in the purple haze.
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