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GIFTS
*Hlif:
-wooden bowl of goat's milk (refreshed every visit)
-reindeer hide pelt
-a name
*Eros:
-fish (long ago taken away)
-blueberries
-dragonflies
*Muirne:
- a name
- a fish (rotted, taken away)
- various cooked fish wrapped in leaves
- 'Whisker'; a
stuffed fish
*Jerusalem:
-'...'; a honeybee
- a violet; worn tucked behind his ear
MUSINGS
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.
-"Those Dancing Days Are Gone" William Butler Yates
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by JD
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so shortcrappything instead
floats in here curiously
♥ Finally.
Track ♥
♥!!
nananananananana
I love it. owo
Homg what a cutie
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winged bby ♥
Cuute
Didn't know I wasn't tracking
trickity track
♥ !
The creature approaches the
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Confused over the stranger's intentions and terrified after the harrowing "chase", Maaravi crouched trembling in the small crevice, panting and hiccuping tearfully. The stranger's voice causes him to flinch and press further back; bloodied nostrils-his face had unfortunately become well acquainted with the forest's trees as he fled from the stranger and full tilt into them-flare to try and catch any clues about the stranger where his lackluster eyesight is currently failing him. "Wh-wh-wh?" is his only startled, fearful response. What do you want?
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Dissatisfied with the sniveled response, Ajo elaborates: "Fen telan'e, at'ih. Telan'e." He shifts his weight off of his oozing right rear hoof, leaving one toe tip on the ground for balance. Catty-corner, his front hoof lifts and thumps on the ground to emphasize the last word of his demand.
{ Thank you! ,//v//, Your
"Is no-" Sniffling and crying, he pauses to frantically think before he upset the stranger further. "No same. No same speak." Another flinch at the displeased stamp, his big ears swiveling wildly. Damp lashes flutter as he blinks out at the blurred form a short distance away. "No know." Is all Maaravi can whisper finally; he didn't understand. The child's heart beat so rapidly and loudly he was certain everyone in the forest could hear his fear at this point.
[Ah, thanks :3 The language
Ajo snarls and spits a few words that, judging by their tone, should not be used around such young ears; his good hoof strikes out at the tree behind him in frustration, shortly followed by his halo of tines. He's liking this forest less and less, it seems. When he's finished seething and tearing up the poor tree, the creature merely hangs his head for a few moments, glaring at the ground.
"Ih fal'e," he mumbles, the disappointment in his voice almost tangible. "Hilan. Ih lan'e." He doubts the child would obey, even if it could understand his words, but he sets off calmly in the direction of the Oak, where he had originally found the winged thing. After a short distance, he pauses to look back and observe the little one's reaction.
{ That's awesome! ;o;
Obsidian black eyes squint at the outburst, the child hiccuping violently and vainly wishing to be somewhere, anywhere away from the upset creature outside. Why were they so mad? What did they want from him, someone obviously of no real worth or importance? "Pwease." Is his miserable whisper and no more as another tree outside is mauled. By the time there is pause-possibly a stop-in the other's tantrum, he's too frightened to speak more and merely shakes, watching the creature's movements as best he can out of the corner of his eye. They were moving away; leaving? He didn't dare leave the relative safety of his tree just yet, instead tentatively poking his nose out and watching with worsening confusion as they seemed to stop and turn back to him. If they were trying to trick him to come out so they could chase him again, they were going to be disappointed; no way he was moving or could even move out of the temporary shelter right now. The forest was too big and disorienting tonight for the scared fawn to attempt braving it to reach Alika's side again.
[One day I'll actually work
He thought not, but he had to try. Sighing, he alters his course to the pond - first to quench his thirst after moving about so much, and then to snap at the dragonflies that reside among its reeds. When he's tossed a handful, no longer flittering, ashore he wanders back to land himself. A clump of watery grasses is removed from its place, along with the mess of insects. He deposits them near the fawn's niche with a toss of his head at a safe distance, then departs as suddenly as he'd come.
{ I can't wait to see more
Maaravi continues his shaking and watching for a few strained heartbeats, then retracts his nose back into the hiding spot, curling awkwardly into himself to try and get more room for his wings. Muffled sniffling ensues while he shoves his nose under a foreleg, trying to keep quiet and not draw attention to himself. He cannot tell how much time has passed before a soft thump and whisper of wet foliage herald objects being deposited very close by; he twitches and squeaks in alarm, curling further into himself. Likely it would be only until later, after he had dozed fitfully and calmed, that the objects would be investigated.
[Mr. Jerkface is stuck with
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BELATED track ♥!
gotta track this cutie
a belated trackalack for ehs'
#tfw you stalk a bio a lot
By Leuvr ♥
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