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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:06 am
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There occasionally came a time in a kin’s life where they felt it necessary to evaluate themselves. Crimson Tears had done this not once, but several times throughout the course of his existence. He didn’t necessarily dislike himself, for he hardly knew anyone else that could construct poetic phrases or be struck with fierce inspiration like he could. Then again, he hardly knew anyone at all. It was a disheartening drawback of his introverted personality, he knew, and it was something he truly wished to improve on.
This would, of course, require him to step outside of his personal boundaries, but not in a way that would come across as disrespectful or creepy (at least he desperately hoped not). He just…he just needed to talk to someone. Make the first move. Initiate conversation without projecting flattering, poetic phrases at a doe or buck that captured his bohemian heart. Right. He could do this. There was no need to be uneasy or intimidated (actually, there was EVERY need to be uneasy or intimidated, but it wasn’t something he wanted to think of).
Without giving it much thought, he approached the first very kin he came across that afternoon. She was a doe, a beautiful one, with colors that reminded Crimson Tears of a most dazzling sunset over the silhouetted swamp. “Ah…hello,” he said quietly, hoping she wouldn’t find his sudden presence or attempt at friendliness off-putting.
Ishtadaal Bless his heart, he is TRYING. ; o ;
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 4:53 pm
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Turning was having quite the day. She and her brother had set off to find their way back to this interesting little hollow they'd found a few nights prior, and had set their minds to navigate their own ways to it, to prove which of them had the better sense of direction. As it turned out, it must have been her brother whose sense of direction was better, because for all her wandering, she hadn't found it– and she clearly remembered taking far less time to find their ways home from where it had been. It wasn't the worst thing– once she found him, she'd be gently ribbed, she'd have to admit his superiority, and then they could get to their favourite pastime of poring through all the treasures whichever kin had hidden them had amassed, before putting them back in their place and leaving. Really, the thrill was in the discovery, and not the ownership– unlike what their adoptive elder siblings seemed to think, with their veritable maze filled with trinkets and treasures.
The doe found herself interrupted from her train of thought by a voice– one she didn't recognize. She turned, blinking, and looked the newcomer over– this was a pretty one. "Mmm, hello to you too, handsome," she started, not one to hold back her thoughts.
"What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 6:58 pm
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Handsome? Oh, that was... Crimson Tears snapped his mouth shut at the unexpected word that had been used to describe him. Surely this doe had meant to say “odd”, or “awkward”, or perhaps even “strange” instead. Yes, that had to be it. It was the only logical explanation.
“In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting anything to be done, really,” he replied. “You see, I was merely trying to strengthen my ability to socialize. I tend to keep to myself, and I would like to change that by meeting others and attempting conversation.” The words were hesitant and not very confident, but he hoped that the doe wouldn’t find him utterly repulsive. “I’m Crimson Tears,” he introduced himself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:06 am
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"Turning Me to Sin," the doe replied, practically purring. He was certainly an awkward one! Tripping over his words, and using far too many to convey his thoughts– he was probably of the storytelling, singing, or poet's persuasion. The doe had long-since learned that the best way to deal with these sorts was to give them a problem– they tended to wax eloquent about whatever it was for ages before coming to some sort of a decision.
"I'll be more than happy to act as practice," she offered, amused, "but I have to ask– am I supposed to critique you while we go, or afterwards? I'd risk forgetting if it was the latter, but we couldn't naturally have a conversation if I was constantly telling you how to modify how you talked."
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:55 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 9:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 5:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 6:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 7:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2016 7:09 am
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