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Post by Celtic on Nov 18, 2009 20:16:22 GMT -5
They were odd tracks, those that made a line through the forest floor, curving around trees and fighting through brush and bracken. They were soft, as if the creature that made them weighed nothing, and a perculier mix of avien and mammilian essence. Some tracks, those made by the curious creature's front limbs, were marks left by talons, like those of a tiny eagle. The others, left by the creature's hind, were like a wolf's, or a wolf's pup's, if you were talking about size. And where the creature had fought through bracken fern, the boughs of rough leaf her pried apart with skill and intelligence of a fox.
The creature, as any citizen of this region would know, was an enfield. Part fox, part eagle, and part wolf, they were an odd lot, but this one stood out even more. Her black eyes were glossy and bright, but her ribs showed under her reddish pelt, and her stature was smaller than the majority. Even though she was small did not mean she was feeble, however. Her toungue was as sharp as her wit, and her sarcasm was almost unparrelelled. She stalked through the undergrowth like a cat hunting mice, and the very forest seemed to bend around her as she wove through the ferns with ease. She'd been doing this her whole short life.
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Post by Riro on Nov 19, 2009 19:41:33 GMT -5
I Never Hurt Anyone
Shorne was always the easygoing one.
She had been the wise one. The one
everyone came to with questions that
actually needed answers. Most times,
she was quiet. She was never nosy, and
it always had been that way. She didn't
expect it to change.
But Why Take the Risk?
While Shorne was not fast or good at
hunting, she was good at stalking and
being silent. Thats why she saw the strange
creature before it saw her. A good thing.
For Shorn didn't like adventure or risks.
She would not risk her life to go meet a
bizarre animal. She eyed it, safetly hidden
in the trees. She didn't come out, even though
the thing looked harmless enough. But
she was still out of sight and she shifted
her weight. And thats when a branch
snapped and the creature twirled around,
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Post by Celtic on Dec 3, 2009 20:10:46 GMT -5
The creature strode forth silently, not noticing the hidden presence in the trees, ignoring the tingle in her pelt. Her name was Basyl, for she was as bright and sharp as the herb. Her pelt, too, was the red of dried leaves, blending into the forest floor like she was meant to be in the little wood by the mountainous stream.
A roar began to rise from the trees infront of her, the sound of magical water falling from the blue heavens. This was the falls where the water became pure as it took it's leap of faith. On top of the cliff, the water was teal and murky, filed with sediment from the glaceirs of Verita. It leaped in a brilliant spray turned into a prism of a rainbow in the sun, or flowing quicksilver in the moonlight. When it reached the bottom, it was crystalline like a diamond. For this reason, this land touched by an angel was called Diamond Falls.
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