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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:02 pm
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Winter had come and gone, and with the frozen water melting everywhere, the swamp was every bit as wet as the waterfall-haired acha remembered. He'd been languishing for months now, and his attempts to find that fetching doe that he'd been seeking had been stymied time and time again.
He was ripped by his train of thought as a gust came down through the trees, making the rivulets of water around ripple and cutting his poor, damp hide to the bone. Life was unfair! Everything was cold, and lonely, and miserable, and even his sand dog didn't forgive him for the trek they'd taken back to the swamp.
"It'll be all right, girl. I'm sure we'll find someplace dry eventually...." He tried to muster every bit of cheerful enthusiasm and good-natured sincerity he had left.
Apparently, though, his emotional reserves were in a sorry state indeed. The dog snuffled, seemingly unconvinced, giving a paw at her nose and a sneeze before she continued to walk off.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 11:31 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 12:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 5:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 4:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 2:13 am
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Sea of Butterflies cleared his throat, dancing a little on his hooves before he tried to answer her question. "Well, keep in mind that I haven't actually seen one– except in my dreams," the buck admitted, a little nervously.
"But I was told that's what it was, so I'm fairly certain of what anemones are. They're these beautiful little living flowers of the sea, that open little crowns of tube-shaped petals to the sea and that swell and bob like grasses in the wind," he described, almost reverently.
"And when my darling isn't damp and limp, her fur dances in the wind like plants in the water, yes it does!"
He smiled at her introduction. "Whispers of Death. Hopefully good ones. Peaceful ones," the buck said, "Though I suppose any whispers are better than no whispers at all. Are they warnings, or farewells?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 2:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 5:15 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 4:30 pm
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