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Sorry this took me so long to get up. Private for Poet and Temy.
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Hmm why hadn't anyone told her that burning brain cells was this much fun sooner? She lay on her back, her body curled in some sort of semi circle as she stared at the sun, unblinkingly. She had been sitting there for far too long. Her eyes had burned and itch from lack of moisture, but the more she looked at the sun, it's rays vibrating, tasting her tongue, or was it the other way around Wip didn't find the need for blinking. What if it all went away in the blink of an eye. She giggled, haha she made funny. Her stomach grumbled and she looked down at it, her ears perking up, as she let her lilac eyes blink close. She stared at the fur surrounding her belly and waited for it to make another sound.
She jumped when it did, and began snorting with laughter. What a good joke that was! She got up smacking her lips, ah what would be on the menu for today? She went past the borders of Silver Creek and into Sterling Waters, wagging her tail, this place brought back something familiar for some reason. What had happened her? She was about to turn around, to ask Charcoal, perhaps he knew when her eyes fell upon a rather large moose grazing on the grass. For some reason this brought on a fit of laughter as she put her belly to the ground and stared at it. She was soo going to kill it.
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Woooo, sorry for the hold up. I read that right and we're in SW, right? lol |
 It was also one of the peppered Creeker's more lucid days, but she was still several shades from being her normal self. For instance, the moon-kissed female still sported an alternate identity, an unsteady gait, and the persistent headache. But at least she wasn't running around fancying herself as an enormous fire-dragon or something equally ridiculous. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Still, even as the silver femme stepped out her homeland of Silver Creek, a steady mantra throbbed in the deepest recesses of her mind. It had begun when Temi had first realized that she was losing her mind, and had steadily unulated beneath her thoughts since then. It was the last thread of Artemis herself, and it struggled valiantly to keep the pieces from unraveling. Now, while "Artemis" was lost to oblivion and lived on only in the memory of others, the inner chant bubbled to the surface.
Remember Den. Remember Den. Remember Den.
Melinda didn't know who this Den character was, but something inside her desperately wanted her to. She pondered this, stumbling onward in the spinning, almost-dreamworld. A loud growl from her stomach interjected. Ah, lunch time. And what luck! A large moose was a-chompin' on some grass a ways away. A dern-tootin' cowpoke like herself could surely rope this 'un by herself, but a little help couldn't hurt. And whamadoodle! Just over there was a hysterically laughing wolf, sights also set on the moose. Well, wasn't this her lucky day. Now if only this headache would go away.
The young gray hesitated as she made her less-than-steady approach, the quality of the earthen female's laughter disturbing her a bit. Craaazyyyy... Temi'd met Wip before, but only briefly and at the time, both were showing the first signs of the Valley illness. "Howdy, y'all," Mel whispered, crouching beside the other wolf. "Ah s'pect yer wantin' some of that moose yerself," she said. Ironically, her accent was reminiscent of Den's. Some things just can't be forgotten--even if you forget your forgot. "Care to share? There'll be plenty for the both of us." |
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This post has been edited by Artemis Asteri on Jul. 25, 2006 - 12:29pm
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Poor crazy ladies. xDD
The moment before his big ole' paw touched down on Silver Creek land, the yearling wrenched it away, wheeling his body slightly to the left instead. Now wandering a new (and slightly less risky) path, the young man breathed a little sigh of relief. He would not be playing Trespasser today, thank goodness. He had totally planned on paying his good pal Wip a visit at her new home, but nerves had gotten the best of him. Another time, Wippie, he thought, smiling ruefully as he bobbed his head toward the Creeklands - his own little salute. The last time he'd set foot on the Creekers' lands, he'd been met with a slight bit of hostility. That memory had stuck with him like a barnacle, and was pretty much the only cause of his wariness.
He was just about to throw in the towel and head home when a poignant scent crossed his nose. The skinny boy paused, one paw frozen mid-step, sniffing gingerly at the breeze. Wait... Wip?? It was almost too lucky to be true! Grinning at his good fortune, the Epsilon hurried along, estimating where his friend might be. Paws slapped at rich soil as he crossed into land named Sterling Waters, a place he'd never been. I wonder what she's doing here? A mischievous smile found its way to his lips as he thought, You never know, with Wip. How true that was. Maybe she's taking a swim... or, or barking at birds!
The thought 'Or... hunting a moose!' never crossed his mind.
And that was precisely what the Epsilon's grey friend seemed ready to do. At first he didn't realize it. When he caught sight of the familiar dusty fur in the distance, he sprinted through the grass, a huge grin on his cream-masked face. He screeched to a halt when he reached her, carving marks in the grass with his paws. Goofily he bounced to her side, wondering idly why she was crouching like that, and showered the top of her head with sloppy licks. And then he noticed she had a friend with her. Brown eyes turned to the silvery female, warm and curious. It took a minute for him to realize he'd met her before - at the Storytelling Gathering on Illusion Hill. ..Artemis, I think? It was hard to remember names in such a large gathering, after all. He shot her a smile and wagged his tail anyway. "Hey guys! Whatcha up to? Nice day, isn't..." And that's when he noticed what the girls were both looking at. A moose. Oh shit. His stare flicking from their intent faces to the huge, antlered animal, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. They can't be seriously planning to... to.. "Uhh..." He gulped, which was hard to do with a throat as dry as the Sahara. "You.. um, heh. You guys aren't, erm, planning on doing anything to that moose... are you?" He couldn't keep the nervous squeak out of his voice. Eyes desperately hopeful, he glanced between the two females, praying that were just watching the moose for educational purposes. And here we see a northern moose, a fine specimen indeed. See how its muscles ripple when it just takes a single step. See how its antlers glisten in the sun. The moose eats mostly greens, but sometimes makes exceptions for tasty little wolves who bother it... Oh, God.
This post has been edited by Poet on Jul. 26, 2006 - 11:43am
I might be a bit slow as I move back to college and get settled once again. :)
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