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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:37 pm
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The mid-morning sun siphoned down through the canopy, stained a light, glowing green-white from spring's new leaves. A doe, nestled comfortably in a ray of sun, smiled softly as she listened to the sounds that sprung up around her. A brook bubbled nearby; a pair of mongeese chattered in the trees; and hundreds of birds called to their loved ones. A gentle breeze rustled the soft grass, brushing it against her hide and running its way through the faded red that cascaded over her shoulder.
The doe lifted her white streaked muzzle to the sky, and one by one, sung out an exact copy of the songs she heard before pricking her ears and awaiting a reply. Each time she waited with bated breath, and gave a happy sigh when a call returned.
This is how the doe spent most of her days; alone, away from everyone, conversing with birds. On quiet days, when the birds were too busy to humor the lonely doe with their songs, she would mimic the other sounds that resonated throughout the swamp, trying desperately to turn sounds into words with next to no success.
Today was a day that lay on the brink of quiet. She received few of the bird's attentions and her smile had begun to dim as she contemplated the conversations she would have if only somekin could understand her. It was a new sound that brought her from these thoughts. Ears pricked high and eyes wide, she concentrated. The new voice belonged to a bird, a song bird, if she was correct, but it's owner wasn't one of her frequent visitors. It's voice was unique, and it repeated a similar call every so often. Curious, her lips parted and whistled out the same call, hoping to draw it out so she could see.
Jun D Derp, sorry if it sucks! I feel like I was rambling, but it's 2:30, so what can I say? x_x
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 5:50 pm
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The journey had begun in darkness, the darkness had eventually given way to light. He saw little more in light than he had in darkness, but that was no matter. He saw little; he never had. He travelled as he always did - on the wings of song.
His bird's song, to be exact, his wilful, capricious companion's. It hardly trilled in daylight, much more of a nightsoul, his Darkling, but there were exceptions, and today was one. He had expected the twittering call to cease as dawn rose, but it had not, and so he still followed, eyes upturned and hardly seeing, tired hooves tripping but ever ready.
"What is it, Darkling," he murmured from time to time, never quite finishing with that you seek, or that we? There was a brook, not far; there was a breeze. All a sudden, Darkling ceased, and Flickering stopped where he stood, disoriented.
Blinded By Silence And FINALLY. I am so sorry for the prolonged wait, I was overseas for a few weeks and everything went to pot. QAQ And, noo, your starter was lovely!
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 4:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:57 am
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"Have you found it, Darkling?" he smiled, as the songbird fluttered to rest on his back, "it looks a rare bird, but it sounds just like you. A new friend?"
It was only when the jeweled bush upon which the touch of red he'd taken for a bird shifted, wavering blurrily in his vision, that it dawned upon him the bush was not a bush, and the touch of red hardly a bird.
"Oh, I am so sorry," he hastily said, mortified, "I hadn't realised you were a Kin!"
Blinded By Silence As you can see, there is no need to apologise. QAQ I AM SO SO SORRY! And short is awesome, all my back-and-forth posts are super-short. XD;;
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:44 am
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"Oh, yes then you are a Kin," he said, smiling kindly, partly in relief that the puzzle was past, "and you do not speak Kin tongues? The Motherfather makes us as we are - I cannot see well, so do pardon my confusion."
"Your birdsong sounds excellent," he continued, as Darkling finally flittered over to their new companion, twittering, "I do believe you are the one my friend has been seeking all night."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 3:01 am
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"Well, go on, Darkling," he said, pleasantly, "we have found the one you seek. There's no need to be shy. What is it you've been wanting to tell her?"
A torrent of scolding in his direction - not that he'd know it.
"Don't mind me, miss," Flickering politely inclined his head, then neatly sank to the ground, resting comfortable in the soft grass, "take your time, Darkling."
Giving up on his oblivious companion, the bird hopped closer to the doe, chirping entreaties.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:59 pm
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Mimi gave a chuckling sound and trilled back to the bird in tones suggesting patience with the pretty bird's master. Darkling. Such a beautiful name. She hoped that one day she would have birds as beautiful as this. She watched with wistful eyes as the buck nestled himself in the grass. A deep sense on longing echoed in her heart. Oh how badly she wanted to just sit there next to him, this stranger she knew nothing of, not even a name, and just talk. She deflated visibly and made a sad mewling to the bird. The poor doe was lost. The doe of a thousand voices, yet never had her own. Darkling roused her from her depressed wanderings with another song. Biting her lip, Mimi thought, well, maybe she could try?
And so, after a few long moments, she did sit down. Not too close, but enough for him to know she was there and was directing her sounds to him. She inhaled deeply and then tried her very best.
"Mimi! Mi Mii! Criii!" Her name came out as a quick, high call and ended in the scree of a eagle. This combination of sounds was strange and didn't flow well together, but it was the closest she could get. She looked down, hiding behind her mane, waiting for a response, if he could even understand her, that is.
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