07-18-2017, 04:03 PM
uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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R I K Y N & D U I R
Luckily for them both, the sound of his name met his sensitive, deer ears with a sharp acuity.Having been lured back by Ki’irha’s whistle, the buck was still unfortunately unlucky in finding Gwyn. Perhaps due to his panic and fear for both himself and her, the cerndyr had not thought to search outside the jungle, still quite stuck on the thought that the girl was eluding him, finding stealth a game. Her father had taught her it was such, after all… But, the whistle was a good clue. Even more of a clue was his own calling, spoken in a familiar tone, and with a heady sigh of relief, he bounds out of the jungle, appearing not far from the filly and star-strewn mare. Gwyn! he thinks, with so much enthusiasm and force that it trickles through the soul bond, into my mind, where I’m distantly grazing. Suddenly aware that my idiot companion has lost my child, I am promptly galloping through the woodland, prepared to shout at him until his ears fall off, and maybe worse. Still blissfully unaware I’m aware, Duir is instead making his way down the beach, believing he has found my daughter in time enough to not face my wrath. Glad to see a familiar face tending to Gwyn, Duir smiles at Ki’irha, bleats a cheerful deer’s thank you, and arrives alongside Gwyn with a glower of frustration cast in her direction that she’d run off in the first place. this is not destruction this is your birth — |
uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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R I K Y N & D U I R
The buck bleats a happy hello and even manages to appear to smile, delighted to be greeted so warmly (and in similar fashion) by the pretty woman he had met not long before Helovia had become shadow. Glad, also, to be reunited with Gwyn, his scowl is short lived, soon replaced by the pleasant expression of one who believes all is going right, for once.The commentary about me is let to pass, mostly because Duir can’t talk, but also because, if he could, he probably wouldn’t have voiced that I hadn’t a clue she was gone at all himself. When Gwyn does, an ear flicks over to her, and he spares a swift glance, wondering if it’s particularly smart to tell adults that your parents don’t know where you are to defend you (of course, it should be noted that Duir is also a dire pessimist when it comes to potential outcomes, especially those that might involve being chased and killed; must be a deer complex). Truth is, I am worried, but not exactly sick. More like worried enraged. Worried pissed off. Worried gonna punt my companion across a jungle. Back alongside the sea, however, Duir meets Gwyn’s accusation with a bleat of denial, his green eyes wide. Of course he hadn’t told me! He didn’t like being threatened. When Ki’irha suggests he return all three of them into my company, then, Duir looks again to Gwyn, half hoping she’ll deny the request. Instead, she affirms it, and the deer looks rather horrified for only a split second, before he is again regal and composed. Bobbing his muzzle with the gesture of a yes, he steps off towards the jungle, his mind tentatively reaching out towards mine, to get an estimate on where I am. The steam billowing freight train that greets him is much nearer than expected. His ears fall back and his head lowers, his speed slacking to allow himself to cleave near to the unicorn mares in his company. Hopefully, their figures are enough to shield him from the wrath of me, swiftly making my way to reclaim my daughter from the worst baby sitter ever. this is not destruction this is your birth — |
uh-oh, running out of breath, but I oh, I, I got stamina
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