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Aric Val rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:06 pm
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12. Color
A wide field of bright green, the sky a calming blue and of white pure clouds, even though Twig wasn't here right beside her, she felt --- comforted. With light hooves she ran around, the grass dancing to her steps, everything seemed right, and Bare Trees wanted to ignore the strange feeling that seemed to hand above her amid her joy.
"Hello!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, though she expected no one to hear, "Hello!" The doe exclaimed again, even hoping someone could share in this peace.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:45 pm
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Chrystali rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:48 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 1:00 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 1:17 pm
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And it was only then Bare Trees noticed the surroundings, but didn't dwell on it for long, her eyes --- just like her mothers, looking back. The strange sounds merely at the back of her mind.
"And I have survived, I am alive. I hunt, I eat and sometimes I just-- I want to be myself." She said that last part a little softer than the rest which was louder than she ever spoke, "You are -- the perfect hunter, mother, I know this. And you taught me to fend for myself and hunt -- and I am grateful but -- " Pausing again, a gentle song of the wind brushed against them. "I am me, and you may not like it, but it is me." And somehow what she said was more of a revelation to herself than any.
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Chrystali rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 1:20 pm
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RAIN
"I never wanted you to be me, child. A sliver of me, perhaps, but I am alpha. You are not. I would kill you if you were." Winter frowned as the grey began to be washed away in the soft patter of encroaching rain. Slowly, the field and distant trees returned, but gloomy and wet with a rumble of distant steel clouds.
Winter's eyes never moved from Bare Trees, even as her fur grew heavy with rainwater and doused the younger doe. It was as though their surroundings were not there at all. She knew it was a dream - she didn't actually think she was speaking to her daughter - but it was strange. There was something very real about what was transpiring. "You are no huntress. I may be disgusted by your choice of life, but your dream is not mine, girl." It was as simple as that, to her. She may call Bare Trees 'child,' but it was not 'my child,' nor would it ever be. She'd birthed four hearty Kimeti, but they were not hers. They belonged to the Swamp, just as she did.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 1:56 pm
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She blinked at the rain that started to fall, eyes bigger when Winter responded to her -- the words, slowly sinking in. It seemed.. she had gotten everything all wrong.
"I..." The rainfall became harder, Bare Trees was a little thankful for it because it at least veiled her expression a bit. If this was a dream it was certainly a very vivid one, her chest becoming slightly tight but -- strangely also calmed with this revelation. "I'm sorry," she started, breathing out, lifting a hoof towards her mother. "We are different, very different, and--that is alright. But your blood will always run in mine and you will always be my mother." It was true, all that Winter was saying and she had a sense of clarity then. Though her family ties would always be in her heart --- somehow she had to let go of this ideal vision she always had and perhaps make it her own.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 1:59 pm
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Winter was unmoved by Trees' reaction. She could taste the sorrow on the air as surely as she could feel the rain drip off her jaw. "I birthed you, child, but you are not mine. You belong to the land, just as I do." She, too, seemed to sense what Bare Trees was aiming for, but she understood it significantly less. "If it is family you seek - make one. Have your blood flow through others. All I can do is let blood flow from others."
She could not be the mother Bare Trees wanted. Winter was honest enough with herself to know that, but apparently, she needed to be honest with those that relied on her.
It's weakness, she told herself, her thoughts strangely audible in the dream.
But weakness makes us stronger.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:19 pm
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