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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 12:58 am
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Tattered Moth listened calmly as she gave him the business but his glowing eyes didn't seem to change at all and neither did his demeanor. As she stood her ground and stated her disinterest in speaking to him, actually her disinterest in his existence at all, he simply chewed his apple and gazed at her calmly until she had finished telling him how it was. He laughed. Such bold dismissal always struck him as the funniest thing. It reminded him of so many stories. Finally, as the laughter abated, he spoke again. "Hahahaha.. All right madame, calm your hooves. Hee-hee. I see you have your mind quite set. So, since this area is oh-so big shall we just pick trees and stay on our own sides? I could draw a line in the dirt if it makes you feel more secure? Ah, I suppose this is farewell then. Though your company has been most interesting, too much of a good thing is still too much." He chuckled and used his hoof to tap the apple he'd set before her, rolling it closer in the process before he turned to make his way back into the crowd. He stopped, one last time, and turned his head to look back at her. The firelight seemed eerie against his pale buckskin hide and his eyes were suddenly far more serious, far more grim. "Mind yourself there spitfire. Ill-fortune lurks on the lonely path you walk." Blinking rapidly, as if waking, he looked up and around and heartily laughed at the antics of a couple Acha in the distance. "WOAH-HO! What a display! Do that again my good fellows!" And with that he trotted away.
Ruriska Don't you fret a bit. I liked the encounter. Not every Kin has to get along for it to be memorable. xDD
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:12 am
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NIGHT OF STORIES RESULTS!The doe, drawn to the stories, meandered about but settled as Tyrant told his story... Scaramouche Fandango CONGRATULATIONS! I'll post her and her sister for certing together soon! I'm never gonna forgive you for that name! Though slightly suspicious of some of the stories told, Rise was soon distracted by the merriment and the intrigue of all the rest of the tales. As the party thinned out a little, he gently nudged some of his employees aside: CONGRATULATIONS, CHICKEN WINNERS (in no particular order)! Please post the pet name in this thread and I'll post them for certing together!On the other side, as some of the members filtered back from the fringes of the enemy's compound, Take the Watch seized the standouts with conspiratorial headbutts and rewards: CONGRATULATIONS, PET WINNERS (in no particular order)! Please post the pet name in this thread and I'll post them for certing together!The remaining lion made its way, slow and steady, to their confused leader - great taste, Watch idly thought, and gathered the bunny under his hoof. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE RPING IF YOU LIKE!
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 10:33 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 11:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 12:06 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 12:42 am
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It had taken all night, but, now that the crowd had thinned considerably, Left finally slunk out from his hidey hole at the behest (read: insistent nagging with some threatened buttkicking) of his very concerned sister, Come Running. Ever since his beloved brother, Killing Moon, had left on that extended personal journey, he'd had nary a whit of interest in this petty mortal life, and now ghosted the fringes of the straggling party looking the very part of a consumptive widow, a pale haunt in the moonlight. It was quite creepy. Maybe he shouldn't have come out after all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 11:59 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 12:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 9:40 pm
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Fate had seen both her brother, Primrose Path, and father, Tattered Moth, wandering about the party but had kept to herself and sort of hid away until things died down. The only reason she was here was because her sister Golden Afternoon had dragged her along, making a fuss over the fact that they had to see how their brother was getting on with R&S. Prim seemed to have found himself a place to belong within this bustling tribe and she was glad for it. Their father, on the other hoof, did what he usually did best and fluttered about here and there, poking his nose into every bit of business and spreading his wisdom where he deemed it needed to be spread.
She had finally managed to ditch her sister, the constant upbeat chatter from the notoriously social butterfly that was Golden happened to be wearing on the usually patient female and she found solace at a forgotten bonfire. It was near dead and had been abandoned because of it but she found solace gazing into the dying embers, transfixed by the steady pulse as they struggled with the choice to flare or the choice to smolder. She'd nearly missed the passing of the ghost buck and had it not been for his almost ethereal pelt color she very well might have. Lifting her head, glowing eyes fixed eerily on him, she blinked and opened her mouth but swiftly shut it instead. Apparently she had second guessed whatever it was she intended to say and abruptly turned her face back to the fire. He probably didn't want to be bothered, or at least that was the vibe she was picking up anyway, and Fate knew what it felt like to want to be left alone. She could respect that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 10:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 11:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:20 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 5:21 pm
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