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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:04 pm
Natasha, better known as Gnash, leaned on her brother for support as the two of them slowly shuffled into the meadow. Though her lack of front legs generally was a serious disability to her, she still managed to get by from leaning on others, or grasping onto their tails.
Gnash looked about on the meadow. "Flowers pretty..." she murmured under her breath, wishing she could easily lean down to examine them closer, but doing so would mean she'd have to get back up awkwardly, something she planned on avoiding while she was out with her brother.
"Look how big and wide!" she said happily, loud enough for Enola to hear this time. "Lots and lots of room," her ears twitch, hearing some kind of bug chirping. "And buggies." she added, smiling. She couldn't run around like a normal fawn, but she still enjoyed the meadow, a feeling probably inherited from her mother, who practically lived here before they were born.
The brother-sister duo could still explore, and meet new people. They might be a little odd with their mutations, but they still deserved to have fun.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:15 pm
Enola was careful to stay slow and stable for his sister, as they visited her favorite spot. By now, he was used to their unusual method of moving about, but the guilt never quite left him. If he ever felt impatient, he buried it deep, hating himself for it. This was his burden to carry--er, not literally, Gnash wasn't a burden like that--because he stole his sister's legs. At least, that's what his Guardian told him.
So Enola felt damn guilty whenever he felt like going on without her, feeling tired, or feeling impatient. He was the reason why his sister couldn't play like the other fawns, so he wouldn't play, either. And if his parents wouldn't help, fine. He'd take it upon himself to raise his sister. And sure, he learned there were others like them, fellow mutants. But they didn't have it as bad, no. They got cool powers and were made better! Where here Gnash was, in a big ol' meadow that she couldn't even enjoy.
Enola was snapped out of his little guilt and loathing party at his sister's words, flicking an ear (and some ooze) in her direction. "Lots and lots of room," For what? Enola felt his stomach turn at that. Yep, more guilt. He stopped, silent for a moment, allowing his sister to look around. She was always so happy, why?
He immediately dropped that line of thinking, swallowing and forcing a smile, even though he was still having a small existential crisis. "Do you want to be let down to see the buggies, Gnash?" He would do anything for his sister, just to keep her happy.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:07 am
The meadows, thankfully, was not a place many of the court frequently visited. The gentle breezes, the knee-high grass, the frolicking fawns and the occasional amorous buck or doe: none of them were anything the court was terribly concerned about. For this, Triveni was thankful. She didn't have any interest in "running away". She was a full-grown doe now, not a yearling. Still, she couldn't stand to be under her father's concerned eye all the time. If she was in the meadow, he knew she was safe and would leave her to her own devices.
Today was an especially quiet day. It seemed that the unnecessarily long breeding season had largely come to a stop, and she couldn't help but be relieved. Some fawns were tolerable - and maybe even likeable - but it was a very small percentage of the fawn population. The rest were loud, too excitable, too curious, too consistently under-hoof and ever-present and...
Oh, goodness, Triveni. You've gone and jinxed yourself.
She stopped grazing and turned her ears towards the two figures ambling through the grass a few hundred feet away. Fawns. Silly, long-legged, clumsy fawns. They were still stumbling; they must've been newborns. But even fawns just out the thicket didn't clamber like these two. She took a step closer, curious but wary not to let the little ones see her (because that always lead to the inevitable hi who are you whats your name my name is _____ do you want to be friends?). The extra step was all she needed to see.
"Oh. Oh, my."
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:13 pm
Natasha seemed to think about her brother's question a moment, though she was really training her eyes on a shiny beetle that was crawling on a flower right next to them. "Buggies..." she said, drooling slightly. She looked away from her bug to look at her brother and grin. "Gnash likes the buggies."
She was getting ready to look closer at that shiny beetle, maybe even see if he'd taste good when she sort of noticed something else out of the corner of her eye. Something shiny and gold. Is that another Herla? She nudged her brother. "Someone's there, 'Nola!" she whispered, half-excitement, half-fear. Maybe a friend, maybe a foe.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 5:04 pm
Enola genuinely smiled now, finding his sister's fascination with buggies cute. "Want me to catch you one?" he tried craning his neck to see where Natasha was looking, scanning the grass. He needed a distraction, yeah, to stave off the bad thoughts. See, he was trying to get the guilt behind him... he thought letting it all out would help. And suddenly, Enola was back to that miserable experience with Luna.
The little beetle would live to see another day, as Enola zoned out, once again getting caught up in his angsty thoughts. It was only until Natasha nudged him that his snapped away from staring at the same blade of grass. He blinked and straightened up, ears twisting at the sound of his sister's hurried whisper. Alarmed, he narrowed his eyes, focusing on the distance. That there sure was some shiny gold, and a twinge of shock and hope ran through Enola, as he remembered a herla Luna had described....
"Let's go see, Gnash," Enola may have been (forced to be) more mature than the average fawn, but he was still just as bold, now shuffling towards the herla in the distance.
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