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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:29 pm
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The feather tree had become somewhat of a hub over time. If it wasn’t filled with either her children or My Trouble’s, visitors were arriving, spending a day or night under the comfort of its feather laden branches. Apparently Journey, in his travels far and wide, was quite vocal as to the delights of the tree and the doe that maintained it. One particular buck had declared it ‘an artistic marvel!’ and then stepped all over the nearby rock garden as Flawless looked on in horror.
It had all been a welcome diversion for Be Mine. She enjoyed meeting new kin, and if some days found her quite reserved, she still had a smile ready for any guests. So as a new day dawned, she was busy at work in the soft sunlight, tidying up the area and planning breakfast for the morning. Heavy Burden preferred the young bamboo shoots, so she placed a few aside for when he woke up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 9:07 am
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Soft Scars was highly doubtful when she had been given the instructions, but as she came around the bend to see the tree, she realised there was no way of missing it. The variety of feathers and colours that hung off the branches made it look like all seasoned had congregated in that very spot, and instead of crisping and dying, fluttered about softly and sweetly. Indeed, the hubbub around its roots made her wonder just what her father had gotten himself into, considering how her siblings had turned out. Warily, but steadily, she made her way over, a generous branch of berries held in her mouth as she approached.
She saw the pink doe in her steps, and wondered what she meant to her father.
Ruriska wow ******** finally I'm so sorry
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 2:22 am
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Be Mine turned her head as she worked and caught sight of movement. It was just a brief glimpse of a new arrival from the corner of her eye and the image of a wing burned into her mind. There would always be feathers in her life, she had mused once, signifying good and bad. Now she froze and her stomach clenched and her knees felt weak and her world seemed to be shattering. You can’t be here.
Sideways Down was a name rarely spoken. It dropped into conversations like a stone, bringing with it an instant, uncomfortable silence. Her children all reacted to it differently. Heavy Burden’s in particular was instant, bitter loathing and a baring of teeth. There would always be feathers in her life, whether they were hanging from a tree or sweeping along the flank of her first and terrible love.
She thought about it sometimes, about what she would say if she saw him again and knew that she wasn’t ready, not yet. You can’t be here. She swallowed around the knot in her throat and forced herself to move, to turn to seem unaffected even though she knew her panic would be written clearly across her face.
And she turned and wanted to vomit and then she wanted to cry because it wasn’t him at all, just a doe with a wing splayed across her side. An old wound ripped wide open and Be Mine could only stand there, full of startled relief and also anger at the realisation that she might never get over that first betrayal.
Maxx D it's okay i understand also way to be all dramatic be mine sheesh
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 3:54 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 3:48 am
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"I hope these will work with breakfast," she commented and resecured the branch with her teeth, the corners of her mouth quirking up a bit at the doe's recovery.
The sudden appearance of Filament left Be Mine no space, regrettably, to disintegrate - for he rushed up to Soft Scars, and rubbed his head against her ear. "Soft!" he called her, insistently, finding the second part of her name quite distasteful for such a lovely, normal, doe, in comparison to his other children. "Oh, you made it - look at you. You're so beautiful." (At this point, Scars wished the branch wasn't pushed up one side of her mouth by her father's affection, because she could not protest.) "Be Mine, this is my daughter, Soft Scars. She..." and he struggled to articulate the relation, and instead, rather deflatedly continued, "is...my....daughter. One of my daughters. She looks like...me!" and laughed, pathetically.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 5:47 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 12:07 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:13 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 11:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:31 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 12:45 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 3:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 4:11 am
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