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Post by Cursico! on Apr 13, 2009 8:15:27 GMT -5
Cursico attempted to get up, but it just seemed a waste of effort so he simply shifted to make lying down comfortable. "And what good will staying do?" He drawled, laying his head on the floor between his hooves like some sort of horned dog... or a fox. The fox which didn't really have much to do with his exile from his herd, at least they never seemed to mind and he hadn't changed often. If anything, that little white fox had done the deers a benefit from chasing away predators. Then again, what would leaving do? Next time he might wind up in hostile territory and get himself killed... The idea had its appeals.
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Post by whiplashice on Apr 15, 2009 15:51:32 GMT -5
I stood in shock and shame as I saw the turntable of events. A swan. I bloomed into the swan as I backed up. Putting my head down and letting a swuak out as I turned into a deer once more. What was going on? My head seemed to flutter with paine. As I felt something.
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Post by rannoch on Apr 17, 2009 2:22:07 GMT -5
rannoch reined himself in neer neer the young buck, breath steeming like something supernatural. "young one," he said in as strong of a voice as he could, being pretty young himself, "what good will come from leaving? most of the other herds have moved off. now it is not wise to stray by yourself in the predetor infested terrain..." rannoch knew that it could be dangerous having another stag around... but he also knew that it couldn't hurt to have another pair of eyes to watch for preditors... and chase them off. besides, thought rannoch, he doesnt look like the type who would try to take my claim of land... and if he is... it's better to keep'em close. yet still, a voice in the back of rannoch's head told him caution. this, he waved aside. he didn't like how the instincts of deer always gave him fear and caution... neither of these have proved usefull as of yet. Rannoch's attention turned to the beauity of a doe. she looked destressed, in pain even. Rannoch, with a tinge of worry, tilted his head inquiringly. "are you ok?" he asked, with concern in his voice.
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Post by Cursico! on Apr 17, 2009 9:08:43 GMT -5
Cursico concentrated and closed his eyes. A few painful moments later his bdy had reconfigured into a smll arctic fox with huge black eyes. "Predators don't bother me." He stated with a half-smile that didn't even come close to reaching his eyes. "I feel like someone has shoved me through a grinder half a million times and is now attempting to burn me with acid." He carefully wrapped his huge tail around his dainty little paws, craning his neck up to stare at Rannoch and his mate.
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