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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 7:33 pm
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The buck was, for the moment, blind to the does presence. His gaze still trained on the turbid water which surrounded his hooves and soaked the soft, feathery fur about his fetlocks. As he grew nearer the mangrove tree he felt a shiver course the length of his spine and almost instantly he'd frozen, still as death and absolutely silent.
Rolling Mist moved not a muscle nor did it appear that the breeze dared stir a single hair on his ghostly white pelt. His ears perked to listen, hoping to locate that which unnerved him so, if anything were even there at all. Paranoid. He was being paranoid. He smelled nothing, the downside of being upwind.
Then he heard it. A buzzing. Almost a deep, hypnotic hum which resonated out across the air from the long gone Mangroves direction. Relaxing a trifle he shook himself, silly. What a fool. It was only wasps. So long as he skirted the tree at a fair distance he'd be fine. Trouble was the way he'd chosen put him in the path of the doe who lay in wait.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:52 pm
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The buck had trotted into view and Swarm, with her position nearby and her dark colouring, was not easily spotted. So she watched him, eyes narrowed and utterly still, apparently quite happy to let him pass on by without anything more than a curious once-over.
But it wasn't to be for unfortunately for him, he’d stepped right into alligator territory and the scaled beasts that had chosen to ignore the three wasps (or two wasps and someone who almost was) had instead picked him for an easy target. His evasive tactics, though sloppy were effective enough… or would have been if he hadn’t thrown himself right into the old tree.
Brother and Sister lifted into the air with a beating of their wings, hovering with a lot of very loud angry buzzing.
The doe had shifted enough to be out of the way and reacted with only slight displeasure when she was sprayed with mud and twigs. He’d effectively destroyed a day of hard work in seconds and she could feel the anger of her wasp companions beating against her skin.
She stepped up, onto the heavy branches of the mangrove and perched herself above the buck to see if he’d survived. Swarm said nothing, just stared, trying to decide whether she should let Brother and Sister sting him to death.
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