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Post by Immortal on Apr 4, 2018 2:00:35 GMT
In the waning hours of the morning sun, the small creature was slowly pulling his conscious mind out of a deep sleep. Though the sun only managed to crawl halfway into the sky and reign with a soft, gentle touch as it rousted the living creatures from their slumbering homes, he fought the comfort of his bedding den to bring himself to face the dawn of a new day. He rooted around underneath the earth’s ground.
Cintas uncurled himself from his tight, perfect slumbering mess of a ball, and pushed his body through the long, winding tunnels of her underground home. His long foreclaws dug gently at the walls of his home, and he wriggled and crawled up through the tunnel, popping his head up to peer out at the waking world around him. His lips parted, pulling back to show his long, sharp canines as a yawn crept out of his mouth. He stretched the front half of his body out of his hole, to step down on the plot of soft earthen dirt in front of the den’s entrance. “Sleep….sleep...” He muttered to himself, shaking his head from one side to the other as if he were trying to shake away the lingering dreariness.
He studied the world around him with his dark eyes that seemed to blend in with his black head stripes. He observed the slumbering Sandman still lurking in the Earthly domain, fighting as his grasp would slip slowly off of each individual creature. Birds, whose routines usually rousted them before the sun itself, fluttered in beautiful, aerodynamic patterns in the skies above, darting to the safety of tree branches occasionally to rest. “Sleep seems better!” He growled underneath his breath, half-heartedly deciding to carefully slip back into his burrow. Besides, what good would come out of today, anyway?
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Post by 00 on Apr 25, 2018 23:33:39 GMT
It had been a long journey.
From vast prairies to rising highlands overlooking a new world, down into the deserts with a herd of horses. An aimless amble across the new lands, drenched in the the terrifying enclosure of a dark, spore-encrusted cave, and then back into the curious calm of a sunflower field. A return to the south found the horse's empire gone, its former presence buried in the sands, and thus had begun the second leg of her journey, crossing over into the next continent where she found nothing but an ensuing loneliness.
No solid signs of her kind, the only hoofed mammals in sight being vague mirage herds merging with the setting sun, and a crazed loon of a horse that had vanished into the woods. Varied as they were, her surroundings had begun to merge into one another. What was the difference between grassland and coast, mountain and valley? They all had grass-laden earth and rain-dusted wind.
The pronghorn had lost all sense of direction a long time ago. There was no going back.
Mixed brown eyes blearily skimmed the horizon as dawn broke through the clouds and morning chirps began to fill the air. The grassland she found herself now struck a familiar chord, but only vaguely. The grass wasn't right, the terrain was all wrong, and, the most egregious error of all, there were plenty of trees scattered about the landscape! Not that she wouldn't mind the shade when the sun was ready to bake the earth, but it left a myriad more places for predators to hide.
The pronghorn stretched her legs as she rose to her hooves, nose turning at a flash of black-and-white among the dirtied, windblown stems. A badger? Almost as soon as she had spotted him, he was gone, back in his burrow no doubt.
Ears flicked forward curiously and the antilocaprid tilted closer, pausing upon note of a hole in the ground. She waited a few paces away, listening for signs of the badger's return to the light.
Alas, he seemed content in the depths. Why should she bother him?
Well, she was bored and lonesome, and she hadn't ever talked to a badger before. Distantly she wondered what one might have tucked away in his subterranean home.
"Hello?" the pronghorn spoke up, leaning forward with her head lowered in the hopes that it might help her voice carry down through the tunnel.
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Post by Immortal on Apr 28, 2018 15:17:34 GMT
The badger’s mood dwindled as the weariness of the first morning’s light slowly faded from his mental processes. His personality would slowly find its hold as the mental wheel began to spin, slinging thoughts and ideas in different directions with sporadic and wild notations. What good was it to wake up and greet the passing of another day when the body felt entirely groggy and tired? An aching soreness greeted his limbers legs as he shuffled underneath the terrain breaking roots and unearthing ground to clear his path.
A sound echoed through the hallways of his tunneled existence reminding him that he wasn’t entirely alone. Though he buried himself well beneath the rousing world above him and therefore separated himself from those that lived up on a topsoil, he still existed entirely within their world. Another curious head to prod at his existence, call him out from his comfortable darkness, and gaze in wonder at his lifestyle preference? Perhaps, just another lost wanderer hoping to gain solid footing with a little direction to break them of their confusing journey?
Either way, he wasn’t entirely sure that he was the badger to oblige them in such a manner or fashion. If they were lost then they would remain lost indefinitely as he cared not of their journey nor of their destination. If they only wanted to gawk and awe and amazement at his humble home, then they needed only to stick their heads back inside of their own unique existence and keep in locked away. He needed not indulge those that only wanted a gander nor did he, himself, know where anything existed beyond his own humble home. Nor did he care.
Still, he turned around in his hole wriggling and squirming to get himself situated and turned around, so that he could crawl back out onto the topsoil above. He poked his striped head out and steadied his vision so that he could search for the creature, who greeted him much too close to his home. “Wh-what?” The words slipped out and he immediately scooted himself back into the dark depths of his tunnel.
“Hello, hello.” He greeted the pronghorn although he only saw her from the peripheral of her flared nostrils as they sniffed at the opening of his home. Maybe she would back away as he waited? Then the badger would crawl out a little farther onto the topsoil, if she provided him more of a buffer between the two beings that he could feel more comfortable with. “Greetings, hoofed companion. What brings you around?” He asked, breaking the ice and digging straight to the root of the visit.
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Post by 00 on May 3, 2018 0:10:29 GMT
There was ample time of no response.
Ears pulled forward and nose lowered, dust swirling around her nostrils as she strained to hear what was going on beneath her hooves. Skf--skf...it sounded like something was shuffling around down there. Skf-skf...getting closer?
Bump!
The pronghorn blinked, jerking her head up and away when the badger finally poked his head out and then quickly ducked back, probably as surprised as she was when he suddenly popped up in front of her nose. Shaking her head, she stepped a few more paces back and cast her gaze quickly around the area--to see whether anyone had bore witness, and to, of course, double-check for predators. Who knew how long she had been waiting, simply staring at the hole?
Her eyes returned on the badger when he spoke, now for the most part out of his hole, the dawn bouncing off his striped face.
"What?" she asked with a crinkled brow, confused by his phrasing. "Do you get visited a lot or something?"
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Post by Immortal on May 6, 2018 12:50:03 GMT
The capability of two creatures trying to occupy the same spot, only to bring a jolt of reality to each other with a quick bump of facial nostrils, would have been a tad funny in some spaces. In the initial moments of the event, it seemed it caused both the badger and the pronghorn to pull their beings away from the spot. The badger immediately pushed himself back into his subterranean habitat with his thick legs, only climbing back up on the topsoil as the pronghorn pushed herself away from the entrance to his home. Cintas studied her for a second, as his head stuck itself carefully out of its hole.
Cintas’ flared nostrils poked and prodded the world above first, barely breaking through the entrance to sniff the fresh air that existed in the world above him. Space was there, and his eyes caught the glimpse of his hoofed acquaintance as she distanced herself just enough to afford him some room. With the availability, he pushed himself onto the earthen topside world above his home, and greeted the waking world more fully.
The pronghorn was curious – a trait that Cintas would normally appreciate. He smiled as her confused curiosity pulled an almost guessable question from thin air. This was a question that would be given in this space – did other beings visit often? - though many tended to respond only to the question he provided them. Short and to the point...no no. Not this pronghorn. He liked that. Cintas already assumed that the day was going to go smoothly just by her questioning statement along.
“You could say something like that.” He nodded his head as he answered her question. He studied the fawn hued pronghorn, noticing the splash of whitened undersides mother nature afforded her. “’Specially when they get lost. Travelers of’en call through my hole for direction, is all. ‘Cept, I only know where I am.” He chuckled, his smile stretching across his face. Cintas glanced around and noticed smaller creatures at play. Squirrels zipped about up and down tree trunks, and burying acorns for the coming winter in the ground. Typical yellow and black bees buzzed around, collecting honey for their hives.
Perhaps there were larger beasts just like his friend? Although, that didn’t concern Cintas, and so he wouldn’t have noticed. “I thought hoofed animals liked to travel together, miss.” He commented, the words digging at the back of his mind. Was she alone or was she traveling with more of her kind? Was she, too, lost? Perhaps she would correct him – inform him that she often traveled alone and that would be that. Perhaps she would elaborate on his statement, and describe her home in vivid detail, entrapping him in a never-ending story as some have done. Please, please no! “Are you traveling alone?” He stated rather simply.
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Post by 00 on May 8, 2018 1:34:44 GMT
She watched the badger with some interest, tilting her head slightly as he moved about, shuffling back-and-forth, his sides seeming to jiggle almost, his belly close to the dusty grassland dirt, his claws dragging.../gulp/...good thing badgers didn't hunt pronghorns. They ate worms, right?
She tore her gaze away from their curved surfaces as the badger began to talk again, now watching his face, which she soon found almost unnerving as those wicked claws. It was somehow innocent yet predatory at the same time, nearly reminiscent of canines, though that almost prey-like quality only seemed to make it worse. Regardless, she didn't feel threatened, and the more he talked the more the strangeness of his features seemed to melt away to the back of her mind.
...and the more her gaze began to drift, too. Luckily he didn't seem prone to expound in length, so before her hooves felt like taking off without her mind, she was being asked a question to bring her attention back to the forefront.
"Yeah," she answered, almost avoiding his gaze.
One of her ears had twisted back, the other forcefully held upright as she tried not to show the slightest bit of grief his question had brought up. She was over it. Really.
Much as she might want a herd, she certainly didn't want her old one, or the one right after that. In fact, she'd nearly given up entirely on looking for one. Why bother? None of them were going to be right. Indeed--all of them were going to be just /awful/!
Of course she didn't tell the badger any of this. Not only was it none of his business, but she couldn't bear to hear herself drone on and on...better to run it off.
Her legs twitched, twisting her body to the side as she cast her eyes back out across the prairie, watching a squirrel bounce off a tree and run into the grass after another had knocked it off, chattering angrily with a flagged tail. Even the rodents had territorial disputes, it seemed.
"You never leave your hole?" she asked at length, once more returning her eyes on him as his previous words came back to her.
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Post by Immortal on May 13, 2018 13:30:51 GMT
The heat of the day magnified as the hot sun slowly slipped into the center of the midday sky. The start of summer was wearing on intensely within the living biome, warming the planet up as the days wore on. Cintas preferred the naturally cooler earthen ground below, where he was able to duck underneath for existence and cover. Still, he supposed that most of the topsoil creatures would beg to differ and with a slight breeze, a day like this might even be preferable.
The pronghorn’s face twisted up, silent yet telling as the emotions dwindled behind the mask. Did Cintas manage to stumble upon a sensitive topic without trying too? His eyes studied her at length, curiosity eating away at his mental processes, though the words would remain dormant and silent behind his face. It wasn’t his business, so therefore he wouldn’t pry into her history without her insisting. Besides, he wasn’t very affable, to say the least, and preferred it this way anyways.
“Only when I have too.” He answered her question with a smile, though a twitch of emotions caught the corner edge. There was always a sea of emotions for creatures of habit, who relied on their own species for true existence and procreation, but mainly preferred to exist within themselves entirely alone. Somedays bothered him more than others, but he enjoyed the solitude for the most part. “I’m not bothered too much that way, ya’know?” He chuckled with a smile.
“If ya miss herd-life, there may be a herd somewhere around here.” He muttered, scratching his chin gingerly with one of his long, sharp claws. He tried to think of the herds he knew that existed and questioned if they were still together, or if the members had broken up. Otherwise, being alone was a comforting thing… His eyes wandered to the bickering squirrels, who fought over territory amongst each other and grimaced. “That ain’t for me though.” He muttered a rather plain comment.
“Too much hassle. Someone’s always getting hurt.” He sighed, shaking his head decisively. The squirrel that lost would scurry off, up another tree most likely, as he carried on with his simple existence. Such social creatures. Eventually, someone had to play the losing hand in those situations. When minds differed and no one could come to an agreement...Yeah, that’s why he had his hole. “I don’t like to play the odds.” He added, with a smile. “And ya get use’ta the silence, after awhile.” He added, trying to lighten the unspoken, heavy atmosphere.
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Post by 00 on May 13, 2018 21:09:40 GMT
The pronghorn twitched an ear at his answer, seeming none too interested in it, after all. It was only a vacant question, she supposed, drawn out her mouth without much thought, just there to be said. What does one even say to something like a badger? 'Good worms down there, eh?'
Regardless, he seemed the chatty type despite, and the pronghorn fell into silence, eyes roaming once more. There may be a herd somewhere around here, he said. Maybe. Possibly. Out here? What would this badger know anyways, if he almost never left his hole? He was probably just as likely to think the sky was purple instead of blue! It didn't sound like he could even point her in the direction of water.
She hardly listened to his comments, on the one hand not quite understanding what he was getting at, but beneath a surface level somehow she did. Pronghorns were drifters at heart, weaving between differing herds and lengthy solitude. Perhaps they were fickle, fleeting creatures by nature. Perhaps that was why she would never find a proper herd, a place--a group--she could finally call home.
The pronghorn shook her head, feeling her legs as they started to carry her away. "Uh, nice meeting you," she mumbled curtly out of some habitual politeness, despite the abrupt turn-around to leave.
If there /was/ a herd or somewhere better she could be, she didn't want to waste time speaking into a hole.
Should there be no attempts to stop her, the pronghorn's legs would soon pick up the pace, carrying into her a rough canter across the flatlands.
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Post by spook on May 29, 2018 3:08:25 GMT
Spring was in the air. It changed the dynamic of the landscape around it, claiming the existence of life itself. A yellow jolt of electricity surged through the clouds in a zig-zag pattern up high in the skies above. Just as summer attracted the heat of the day and commanded the blazing ball of Sun, spring would demand a constant flowing sea of rain. The fluffy blankets darkened in saturation and rumbled with their loud, cackling noise of the thunderstorm that was rapidly approaching.
Just as surely as the pronghorn would turn swiftly upon her hooves to dart off into the distance, a sultry smokey essence would creep up from the ground beneath them. It would pull its appearance out in front of the hooved creature in the form of a wispy smokey cloud and linger just in front of Gerardi. It has no physical form, no actual body in which it could harbor its entire essence. If you were to stare at the strange phenomenon you might miss it, as the onlooker's eyes would see through the veil and capture the image of the living world around themselves. Therefore, most viewed the Spooky apparition not head on, but through the peripheral visions of their optical lenses.
“Heelllloo….cchhiilldd.” The essence carved the words in thin air, commanding a sultry and tempting voice for its listener. Its phrase lingered strangely about, not entirely a hiss but a sound sort of like a teapot whistling atop of hot stove burner. Woodland critters who were spooked by the strange change in the weather would quickly retreat into their nesting areas. The squirrels that were once at play now scurried up the large oak trunks for safety, disappearing into their hollow homes. The round black and yellow bumble bees buzzed off for newer flower in which to collect their honey, instead. “Wwhhatt iiss itt yoouu dessirree?” It pleaded with her curiously so.
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Post by 00 on May 29, 2018 18:33:11 GMT
Something--she didn't see what, only a flash of movement and dark fur--dashed into her path. The pronghorn loosed a gasp in surprise at this sudden appearance. Hooves readying to bolt, her legs tumbled over themselves as she hastily backed away.
Somehow she managed not to topple her body, instead planting her front hooves firmly into the ground with the next few seconds she was spared. Head was swung around, horns lowered as eyes sought quickly the next route of escape--but...when they scanned the area before her, nothing was there?
Her gaze swung so fast past it, however, that the shadow was there once more, only to vanish again when she tried to pinpoint it. What...?
A voice hissed, the sound of mist and serpent's tongue. The words it spoke hung in the air, and it was then the pronghorn realized that the air itself had seemed to change. There was a charge to the particles, electricity zipping through the hairs along her back, and the shadows had merged where once there had been sunlight, dark clouds having quickly overtaken the sky. The sounds of other animals had retreated, replaced by the sole sweeping of the wind. It was almost as though she wasn't in the moment at all, but had rather fallen asleep on the spot.
The pronghorn felt herself bristle as she took a few steps to the side, chancing the fleetest of glances behind her in search of the badger. Had he gone too? Did he see the same as she?
She elected not to answer it, not so much out of choice but instead through impulse. Instinct rose a subtle fear in her bones, warning her of what was happening could in no way be something normal or safe. One shouldn't trust voices in the shadows, for often they hid the last thing one would ever see.
Still, she couldn't help but stammer out a question herself. "What? What are you talking about? What are you?" Well, make that a few. The growing panic was clear in her voice.
Although she didn't yet realize it, her body had frozen stiff, the breath struggling not to get caught in her throat.
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Post by Immortal on Jun 5, 2018 15:00:24 GMT
As the conversation neared its end, the badger watched the pronghorn prepare herself to leave once more. His deep brown iris followed her hooves, as they tapped the earth repeatedly in their preparation to disappear into the wild lands. “Take care, young Pronghorn.” Although the striped omnivore felt a twinge of sadness touch his heart at her departure, he also felt a rush of relief. Cintas was free to return back to his underground sett.
Before the greyish-black striped mustelid could slip off into his earthen home, a thick cloud swept up into existence within the troposphere. Cintas’ entire frame froze at the entrance to his home, though nervousness caused his legs to claw at the ground with his long nails. He wanted to disappear back into his home underneath the Earth’s topsoil, although fear glued him to the spot.
The exchange of words between the pronghorn and another entity broke the silence. The omnivorous badger listened to the young hoofed mammal as she spoke to the air around her, which felt heavy and thick like a weighted hammer. Cintas’ large, blackish-brown eyes widened with the fear that wrapped around his heart, causing it to beat wildly in his chest. Who was she speaking too?
A glance around the scenery informed Cintas that they were utterly alone. The squirrels that were once bickering and fighting amongst each other vanished without a trace. The bees and wasps that were out collecting pollen and traveling around the flowerbeds had all slipped back into their hives. And as soon as Cintas pulled the courage up inside of himself, he eventually darted off as well. With rapid, quick kicks of his legs, the badger slipped back into the underground world and down the long, winding tunnels of his sett. Whatever that was, whoever it was, Cintas wasn’t sticking around to find out.
NOTE: This is just an official post of Cintas taking off back underground. xD
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Post by spook on Jun 5, 2018 16:26:23 GMT
“I offerr a gifftt.” As the apparition’s words hissed into existence within the waking world around it, the weather intensified. The clouds above grew thicker and denser, their dark shadows forecasting an eerie future. The lightning bolts surged in random, chaotic patterns through the heavily weighted cumulonimbus clouds to the troposphere below. Even the great flaming ball of gas known as the sun was no match for the weather, as the clouds easily covered up her frame.
Old oak trees were cut in half by the electrical currents that charged though the thunderstorm from up above to the ground below. The apparition’s sultry voice begged and pleaded with the hoofed mammalian creature. Its words slipped into existence, with a soft hiss like a air rushing out of a tire. “I willl blesss yourr llonneellinessss.” It whispered, inviting and promising.
The apparition could almost taste the fear and confusion that might crawl across the pronghorn’s physical expressions. Most creatures feared the unknown eternal spook. They would dart off as fast as their legs would carry them as soon as it appeared. This pronghorn stayed. Although the pronghorn’s remained possibly because of the fear that might seize her frame and glue her to the spot. Even her omnivorous badger friend seemed to slip back off, to disappear underneath the ground once more.
It promised an escape from the mundane and boring existence that isolation offered. “I wisshh to ggranntt yoouu New Growth.” The spooky being continued, adding and expanding upon its original promise to the pronghorn. If the pronghorn accepted the gift, she would be able to influence flower buds to bloom and baby plants to pop out from the seeds buried underneath the ground below. She would influence and shape the living fauna around her by encouraging new growth and awakening their slumbering forms, wherever she chose.
Surely this was a suiting gift for a creature whose existence seemed a patchwork of isolation and despair. It was a gift that would promise the pronghorn a way to feel more connected to the world around her no matter where she traveled. A gift that now the mammalian hoofed critter could choose to accept or reject. What would Gerardi do with her choice?
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Post by 00 on Jun 6, 2018 2:36:53 GMT
The pronghorn continued to remain still, staring wide-eyed at the stranger before her--or, at least, as directly at the creature that she could, her nose turned slightly forward and eyes darting between seeing nothing and looking at a writhing cloud of smoke.
What /was/ she looking at? It seemed her last stumbling question wouldn't be answered, but the words that the entity spoke piqued her curiosity more so than they aroused her suspicion, as it should have. Somehow it seemed to have an inkling as to what drew her to wander.
The mammal thawed just a little, the muscles loosening in her legs and throat. Ears were thrown forward in interest, listening intently to the sentence that followed the last.
Bless? New growth?
Was she being offered entrance to some impossible herd? Or perhaps it was going to show her some sort of weird plant? She didn't quite understand, but still the pronghorn took a step forward, tilting her head again in an attempt to look at the ghastly apparition.
"Okay," she said, sounding apprehensive but nonetheless eager to accept whatever it was offering.
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Post by spook on Jun 24, 2018 14:54:16 GMT
The apparition listened to the pronghorn’s slow and skeptical acceptance. It would seem as though Gerardi’s heart was guided by the ghostly words of the mystical being. The words of encouragement, the words of freedom from her lonely life, seemed to lure her in. The dark, cloudy exterior would start to glow brightly, and change its shape and form almost instantly.
The smoky ghost’s figure thickened and condensed itself as it transformed itself. The wisps of its cloudy appearance that helped to disguise its true form twisted and writhed, pressing closer together so that it could take on a new form. As the cloudy smoke pressed and condensed itself, a tall glowing antelope would step out of the fog. The apparition shaped itself into the image of a Greater Kudu and stood roughly 5 feet tall. Its form was stark white, glowing, with greyish white stripes along its ghostly hide.
“III’veee travvellledd farrr. Looneellinnesss isss a terribbllee thinngg to eennnddurrrreee. New Growth allowsss youu to growww seedsss inttoo seeddlinngss, growwss bullbss innttooo floowerrsss. Yoouuu’llll encourragee liffee wherreevverr youuu gooo.”
The Kudu nodded towards the mammalian artiodactyl. The apparition smiled, a warming and friendly touch to its new appearance. Now it would be easier for the pronghorn to stare directly at the apparition, without completely losing her sight on the ghostly figure. There, but hollow – like looking through clear glass – you would be able to both see the spirit and see through the spirit itself.
The Greater Kudu reached out as a glowing orb formed just before the apparition’s nostrils. A small, glowing white spherical ball of light form and floated in the thin air, before it floated over to Gerardi. It would linger just in front of the pronghorn before touching her nostrils. It was the final seal to the deal. With a simple touch, the light would transform itself to travel through the pronghorn.
A temporary feeling for a lifetime’s reward.
The experience was different for each. Some may describe the feeling as a warm touch that similar to a gentle fire, while others found it similar to a frigid blizzard inside of their hearts. But it would only last for a second – one brief moment in time – before the gift would transfer.
No doubt she may want to test it out after the transaction. They always do. But after successfully gifting her with the mystical power, the apparition would vanish. Just like the cloud of smoke that it started out as it would disappear in a puff of thick smoke once more. Then, there would be nothing left at all.
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