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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:51 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:19 am
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Personality
Likes : Solitude, Cool Breezes, Caterpillars, Dense Forest, etc.
Dislikes : Sudden bright lights or movements, Snow, Being Splashed, etc.
Personality : Nightshade is a ver delicate Kimeti emotionally. Most of the time, she's somewhere between calm and depressed. Or numb and depressed, she doesn't really know. Solitude is her best friend because she has no other. The world around her scares her and that is why she is so timid. Sometimes she hopes for a companion, be it kimeti, familiar, or pet. But, her trust issues keep her from actually letting herself make friends with anyone.
Nightshade knows that deep down, past this hardened shell of lack of trust and depression, there is a happy doe. How she will find her, she has no idea. She wants to be happy, but she clings to her sorrow. Little things entertain her and bring little twinges of happiness inside her, but she's never really encountered ongoing happiness. Still, she knows it will happen someday.
Hobbies : Sunning out on cool rocks during a hot day, listening to the sounds of the swamp around her, etc.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:37 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:40 am
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Naming Dream
The scent of death was all around. The dark, dense fog hung low, hugging the trees and making them shiver, even though there was no wind. Where had the wind gone, and why had it taken the whispers with it? The whispers of comfort and grace? That didn't matter now. She was where she thought she belonged. The scent of the deadly creatures around her was abundant, their unmoving stare upon her unnerving. Splotches of purple flowers beckoned her to come closer, only to trick her into an untimely demise.
The deadly nightshade. It had a personality of its own. It draped it's flowers upon her fur, and it didn't hurt. Why? She wouldn't know, and didn't much mind, surprisingly. To bond with this plant kept you from being killed by it, she learned. Protecting it was one of her duties she felt, as the vines crept up her hooves, seeking protection from blundering beasts that would tear it up from its roots.
She taught it to be deadly. To be fierce. To show no mercy. The nightshade's companions were no longer eaten, as the consumer dropped dead moments after wrapping it's mouth around their leaves. The purple flower's deadly smile was full of trickery, beckoning, daring to try and be harmed.
She felt tired, having patrolled the plains. Lying down in a clearing among the deadly plants she held as companions, they draped themselves lovingly across her body. Little did she know, they were showing her just how powerful they were. It was too late when she found out. They'd woven themselves into a blanket, a cocoon. The smell of death was all around her. Struggling to break free, she was torn. Either hurt the plants she'd raised or wait it out and see if they are just playing.
Panic steals over her body. Adrenaline pumps through her bloodstream as she rips apart the bounds that hold her to the earth, a small scream echoing from the wounded plants around her, the purple flowers wincing in pain. But, as she has hurt her companions, she has hurt herself. Death is still upon her, as it steals over her and the cold feeling of the end is all over her. Lying down, she waits until all is still.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:43 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:02 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:03 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:06 am
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Storytelling
Night Watch Storytelling 
The first Crane.....The first Crane. That was a great opening for her story. The tiny doe took a step forward, the story inside her giving her new found strength, like none she had ever had before. Raising her head, Deadly Nightshade met the eyes of all the other gathered to tell their tale.....to find some kind of pride again...or maybe even for the first time. Still Grass, Nightshade's mongoose, knew of the story about to be told, and snuggled up against his companion. He too, was anxious to hear what tale this small doe had to tell.
Taking another timid step forward, the feeling of the story inside Nightshade could no overpower the general timid personality of the smaller than usual doe. Taking a deep breathe, her head lifted again, this time, meeting the gaze of every Kimeti, familiar, and pet alike with her silver eyes. "My story...." she said, the words seeming to flow out of her mouth like the wind does over a grassy field. "My story," she starts again, "is on the same theme as Soul Drift's, and speaks of the mongoose and his companions, paired with Kimeti in the swamp for the first time for survival." Glancing at Soul Drift, who had this calm strength about him, she bowed her head in recognition before continuing with the story.
"When the first Kimeti graced the swamp, deciding to live here and start families, there wasn't a lot of other places where they could comfortably live. There was something about the swamp here," she said, her head turning to the swamp they were standing at the edge of, feeling the others following her gaze, "something about this swamp that made them feel comfortable, safe, content." Taking a deep, shaky breathe, Nightshade continued.
"The Kimeti population grew and grew and the food supply became less and less. The Kimeti, so happy with their home, were panicked. How were they to survive here without food? Surely they would die, as many had already done before them, becoming one with the earth again." Her words seemed to have made the night seem darker, more quiet, much less safe. How ironic, that she were to speak of the very same swamp, but feel totally different. Still, she continued on, "More and more Kimeti began to die off and there was no food to be found. Even the strong grew weak, too tired and malnourished to hunt. All they felt they could do was wait....." The last word came in a sigh. "Just wait..." The damning tone of defeat in her voice made the night darker still, and the sounds of rustling brought chills to everyone in the group, it seemed.
"Some of the younger Kimeti, who still had hope that they would make it through the famine that seemed to be plaguing the swamp where they'd lived for so long now. They knew there had to be a way. Venturing out one day, they went in search of berries or something they could eat." Still Grass was now on top of Nightshade's back, growing more excited as the story went on.
"The younger Kimeti came upon a clearing, where the sound of a sort of chittering alighted on their ears. Deciding to follow the sound, they happened upon these furry things, later recognized as mongeese, that were eating a snake. A snake, of all things. How did they get them out of the trees? As they sat there watching, they asked themselves that question many times." Nightshade paused, clearing her throat and catching her breath.
"One of the younger Kimeti stepped on a branch, a loud snapping sound echoing through the forest. The mongeese pricked up their ears, saw the Kimeti, and ran. Why were they so afraid? The Kimeti did not want to harm them. The offending Kimeti stepped forward. 'We did not come here to harm you,' he said, his voice confident, but comforting to the frightened little animals. One by one, the mongeese popped their heads out of bushes and trees and eventually got enough courage to come back out in the open. They noticed how thin and frail the Kimeti were, and offered them some of the snakes they'd caught from the trees. Delighted, the Kimeti enjoyed their food and felt the hunger fade out of their minds and bodies." Nightshade heard a sound in the woods. Probably another Kimeti, too timid to become one of the circle, but curious enough to stay close and listen. Sighing, shivering against the wind that blew through.
"'Why are you so thin?' one of the mongeese asked, tilting his head to the side in a curious fashion. All the Kimeti looked to one another, waiting for one to speak. Finally, one of the bucks spoke up. 'Back in our home, the swamp, there is no food any longer, and our friends and family are dying off. We came here in search of food.' It was then that they realized how few mongeese there were. Only about a dozen, it seemed. 'Why are there so few of you mongeese?' one of the other Kimeti asked. Surely they had plenty to eat, with the ability to climb trees and the like. As if it were deja vu, the mongeese looked to one another, sadness written over their faces. 'Well,' one stepped forwards, 'We're awfully small, and the larger predators out there keep killing us for food. I'm afraid we are all that's left.' Sadness seemed to fall over the group like a blanket of down. It was then that they had the epiphany that would save both species." Nightshade glanced to everyone in the group. Sure, her story wasn't like Downpours, so heart wrenchingly beautiful and dark at the same time with morals and teachings to keep close. It wasn't like Peeper's or Walker's, speaking of love so strong that it lead to sacrifice. Nightshade's story was simply about survival and making a companion along the way. No more. No less. But now was not the time to ponder over such things. The Kimeti before her were waiting for the tale to finish, to reflect, and to continue.
"The Kimeti and the mongeese alike discussed the idea that came into all of their heads. Finally, one of the Kimeti spoke. 'How about we come home to the swamp with you. You protect us from predators and we will catch snakes from the trees for you?' The mongeese nodded. The snakes in the swamp had more babies than the Kimeti did. Kimeti obviously couldn't climb trees, so there was an abundance of snakes to be had. After a while, everything was settled. The mongeese settled on the Kimeti's backs and they headed on their way." With the mention of mongeese riding on the Kimeti, Nightshade turned her head to nuzzle Still Grass.
"The Kimeti and the mongeese worked together for many years, and in that time, both populations grew back to their normal size, and the bond between the mongeese and the Kimeti grew stronger and stronger." Nightshade bowed her head, signaling the end of the story. "If there were to be a moral to the story, which I doubt, it would probably be something like love your pets and familiars because they may very well save your life and others lives one day." Nightshade smiled as the Kimeti with familiars and pets around the circle showed their affection for each other. The story seemed to have reminded them of how strong their bond actually was, even though they couldn't talk together.
This one was from a contest. I didn't have Nightshade at the time, and the thread is locked, but I've gotten permission from blue to use this as her telling the story. |
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:14 am
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