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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 7:16 pm
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sudden drop
name: The totoma had always been sensitive. The sun was too bright, the rocks too hard, the wind too loud. It did not help that his horns were small, and his fur was soft. He was inclined towards gentler activities.
The other totoma were surprised he volunteered to undertake the long journey to the Swamp. As they traveled, everyone saw how different the new terrain was from the mountains.
One day, while the group was gathering food and branches for shelter in the warmer climates, the Totoma stood stock still. He threw his carefully-collected bundle of edible plants and branches to the ground, and stomped them into useless pieces. Then he turned to the totomas next to him, commanding "Drop it," and quickly did the same thing to their supplies.
There, in the broken collection of foliage, was the bruised body of an adder. He alone had heard the hissing and slide of scales. scaling new heightsinfo: Brave and determined.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 7:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 7:42 pm
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no exit
info: A haunted individual who beckons other kin to follow her, but it is never a good idea. Friend or enemy may find themselves lost. name: Since she was a lamb, the Totoma always had been interested in terrain. She was an unreliable companion, leaving and reappearing sporadically. She grew up exploring the mountain canyons and ice cave systems.
As an adult, she was often put on scouting duty, and wandered off for days at a time. On one occasion, while walking with a group through dangerous terrain, they realized they were being stalked by a pack of predators. As usual, she withdrew from the group. Alone and faking a limp, she turned into one of the nearby caves, and lead the predators deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine twists of the rock.
When she emerged, it was alone.
twists and turns info: An intelligent creature whose respect is hard-earned.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 1:15 pm
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banquet
info: A mysterious totoma with a heavy burden. name: Always formal, always polite. No one was sure where she'd come from. She had followed the tribe a while from a distance, but was never threatening. Slowly, she fell into their patterns. Helped with gathering, preparing, care taking, scouting. She did not fight. She was silent when she moved. At the height of the harvest when food was plenty, she broke off from the tribe. Alone, she hunted and gathered for days. She prepared. Then, finally, in the seclusion of the woods, set out a meal, as if for a large gathering. Nobody could make sense of the odd event. When the tribe was killed later that winter by a bad patch of blizzards, she was not there. Still, nobody connected meal with the misfortune. At first. She prepared many meals with no attendants. Sometimes there would be enough places for an entire tribe, sometimes for only one kin. Whether she was a catalyst, or an ill-omen, or if the catastrophes really were unrelated, it was hard to say. But whispers started. And no matter how polite, or how formal, the kin who met her came to dread her Banquets.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 2:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 3:29 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 4:17 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 4:32 pm
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