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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:08 pm
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Midnight Sun gazed thoughtfully into a small pond. The water in the pond was cool and clear, isolated from the swift-flowing stream that fed into it, far enough away that it had become a favored spot for frogs and was, in fact, filled with them. The doe had already used her hooves to create a series of deep impressions in the muck around the pond, which quickly filled with water. She herded tadpoles into them, carefully sorted by the number of legs. The ones that didn't have legs, she ate, because she could not resist a crunchy snack.
She amused herself by catching the frogs that hopped away for a while, but simple catch-and-release could not hold her attention for long. Soon there was a grotesque series of frogs skewered on the bank with long thorns from a nearby bush, each carefully sliced open to reveal a different organ: a beating heart, a liver, a spine.
Midnight Sun set down the bloodied thorn she had been using a surgical implement on her latest biology project with a loud sigh. She was running out of organs to display, and she was, in a word, bored.
Khryssie and so began a day that would forever be spoken of by the frogs in terrified whispers |
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:27 am
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It was on the rare occasion that Flesh left his dark, dry cave. It was far too comfortable within it's stone confines for him to ever have any real need to leave. Alas, he was a vain creature as well as a proud one; he knew that physical prowess could not be maintained without work and exercise. Flesh's cloven hooves carried him surely through the swamp, a slow and leisurely walk with his slithering snake Molten always within eyesight.
He followed a path different than the usual one, simply because he wanted to. Flesh did not often variate from the norm but luckily for him, rewards were in store for his decision. Thick scales protected the dragonbuck's tender flesh from the thronbushes he pushed through carelessly, mud squelching grossly beneath his feet as he was enticed by the smell of muddy water. The sudden introduction to dissected amphibians was a welcome sight; a stubbornly thumping heart, a crunchy-looking spine- the poor victims of some curious kin's biology experiment were haphazardly skewered and stuck in the ground for all to see.
Perhaps Midnight Sun was lucky, too, that it was Flesh that pushed through the thornbushes and upon her perverted project instead of another kin.
"My, my, my," Flesh breathily growled as the lightning-struck doe was brushed with a hard shoulder, the dragonbuck sidling up right beside her. "What a productive little girl you are." |
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 3:30 pm
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Some creature brushed up against her, and Midnight Sun jumped with a girlish squeal common in high schools everywhere. She turned to look at what manner of creature it had been--stopped, stared rather openly. A crocodile? A kin? Was this one of those legendary Kimeti she had heard about before?
"My, my, my," she heard it say, "what a productive little girl you are."
Something in its gravelly intonation rubbed her the wrong way. Midnight Sun gathered her composure and cast a cool gaze over the crocodile--yes, she had decided in that moment it was more crocodile than Kimeti--once more. "My, my, my, what a strange crocodile you are," she crooned in a mocking imitation of his voice. "Did the Swamp bring you here to be examined like these frogs?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:28 pm
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Her instincts were screaming at her to get away, but Midnight Sun was determined to let no kin--or talking crocodile, apparently--get the better of her. "But..." She stepped closer to him as well, and knocked a hoof against one of his scaly knees. "Mister crocodile, I think your scales are too hard to cut with any mere thorn. And these thorns aren't suitable for slicing up anything larger than a frog...well, if that is your wish, you can certainly lie down quietly here and I will slowly, painstakingly display the insides of a crocodile to the world." He didn't seem to like being called a crocodile, so naturally, she took extra care to say the word with a subtle emphasis.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:17 pm
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The doe's sudden declaration elicited an exasperated eyeroll from the dragonbuck. this doe had not seemed so flighty at first, but now she was suddenly flip-flopping? Why? Flesh cleared his throat with a rumbling growl and shifted his cloven hooves in the thick mud, eying Midnight Sun warily. Where there had initially been intrigue and perhaps infatuation, replacements had been found in the form of skepticism and annoyance.
"Its hardly something you could catch, girl," Flesh growled at the ninny-brained dancing doe, teeth snapping as his massive jaws snapped shut around his last word. He would have pinned her to the ground simply to stop her prancing- that is, if she would stop moving long enough for him to catch her. One thing about thick scales was the resulting loss of speed and dexterity. Flesh was not the fastest kimeti in the swamp!
"Few in the Swamp are lucky enough to have been blessed with the blood of a dragon," Flesh informed Midnight Sun in another raspy growl. "But maybe if you ask nicely, I'll give you a taste." |
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:30 pm
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Gawd, he was such an old fogey. Midnight Sun frowned at him, frowned at the frogs, all finally mercifully expired on the bank, then frowned at the buck again. Well, if he wasn't going to do something interesting, maybe she could get him to do something boring instead. She climbed out of the water and shook herself off--close enough to splash him too, of course.
"Well, mister dragon, as you happen to know, I have a large quantity of dead frogs here. Dead frogs make excellent building materials. Perhaps it would please your majesticness to pose for a sculpture." Midnight Sun tilted her head in an almost challenging manner.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 2:54 pm
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 4:32 pm
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Midnight Sun assembled her sculpture with exaggerated care, moving slowly and pretending to be choosy about her building materials and the effort required to assemble them. To her surprise, the old dragon held quite still the entire time, until she found that she really was running out of building materials and creative ways stick them onto the pile.
"It's done," she announced with a self-satisfied smirk, stepping back from the thing with a cheerful click of her heels so that Flesh had a perfect view.
Midnight Sun, of course, had no artistic ability whatsoever. What she revealed was a pile of skin and organs and frogflesh held together with bones and sticks that - maybe, in a certain light - could be described as...a pile of frog guts with two eyeballs stuck right on top. A froggy heart slid off the pile with a plop.
"I did quite well, don't you think? Really captures your noble visage."
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