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 Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 3:42 pm
Smiling at his new friend, Anathos turned and began to lead the way through the woods, the varies twigs and branches almost bending out of his way as he passed unscathed. Occasionally he turned to ensure that his companion was keeping up. After a fifteen minute walk, he came to a small clearing, with a cyrstal clear pond in the center, and berry bushes around the edges, the raspberries, just turning red. "Here we are. The berries look delicious, yes?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 11:29 pm
Les followed him, watching as he turned to check if he was still there. Heck of course he was till there. Berries for breakfast. Like he wanted to take the time to forage for himself. He sniffed slightly and shrugged as the berries were no big deal. "yeah...sure they look all right." No thanks...he was never good with manners. Pushing passed Anathos, he ate a few of the juicy treats and smirked as he took even more. If the other guy didn't start eating he probably wouldn't get much.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 8:03 am
Smiling as he watched his new friend eat, Anathos slowly made his way to the edge of the pond, settings his front legs into the water, he calmly willed his vines to release a bit of the water he had absorbed earlier. A gentle trickle formed as a small amount of water joined the pond, in an repeat of the steps he made every day, having slowly grown little more then a puddle into his sanctuary. Then, making a circle around the pond, he checked for weeds that may have started to grow, but finding none, he settled into a spot in the sun, that he might absorb some of it's energy. As he watched Les eat berry after berry, he made a note to himself to ask more to grow, so that visitors would be sure to have plenty.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 7:32 pm
Gorging himself, it wasn't long before there weren't many berries left. Ripe. Over ripe. Not ripe. He wasn't very discriminating. It wasn't like he would run into this guy anytime soon...or that he would mind. Hell, he was sunning himself... and ...ugh his vine thingies were doing something weird again. Did he actually have to...get water for those...like real plants. Weird. Crazy and weird.
Pulling away from the berries, he walked over to the pond and leaned down to take a drink and let the juices wash from his face. "So what...you're like half plant?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 7:39 pm
Once his new friend had finished eating and cleaned himself, Anathos stood and faced him with his normal serene smile. "I am the forest." It didn't occur to him for even the briefest of moments that this answer might not make sense to anyone besides himself. After all, he had always been the forest, and he would always be the forest. What other answer was needed?
"You are from the tribe? Why do you wander alone?" He asked, turning his head slightly as he did.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:24 pm
Of the forest, riiiiiiiiiight. Rolling his eyes, Leslie shook his head and flopped down on the earth beside the pond with as much grace as a hog. "Whatever man...you are the forest. Weird." He closed his eyes and scoffed at the next question. "The tribe?" He said the word mockingly and stretched out even more. "Like I need a damn tribe. Or rules. I live out on the edge...without any of that...responsibility crap."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:42 pm
Tilting his head to the other side, Anathos took in the words of his fellow, and mulled them over. While he did not join the tribe himself, he accept the forest as his tribe. It was his home and his companionship. The thought of being so alone, was utterly alien to him. Laying down, he looked over the other fellow, taking the effort to study him this time.
"What is responsibility? And do you never need anyone? How lonely that must be..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 4:43 pm
Les let out a snort of laughter and flicked his tail back and forth in slight agitation. "Lonely? Needing others? Come on man you're getting all girly on me. That sounds like talk of feelings...were guys...we don't do feelings.Find a female for that...or better yet...suppress it deep down in your soul or the fores...whatever."
He sniffed a bit and wiggled his nostrils as a fly tried to land there. "And how should I know what responsibility is...I ain't responsible."
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:01 pm
Pausing for a moment, as if to assess himself, he finally said, "I do not believe my anatomy has changed. Nor am I sure how our conversation would change it." This new herla seemed to be filled with odd ideas and customs, but to each their own. Who he to judge another herla after all? Each herla's life was his own, to live as he was meant to live. Drawing patterns in the dust, he pondered what this odd responsibility thing might be.
"So, what is it you do while alone?" He asked after a while, curious as to Les's odd habits...
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:54 pm
"Oh come off it, man! I don't mean a girl physically. Though if there were ever a hart with a mangina I'd say it were you." Rolling on his back a bit to scratch and stretch, he flopped back down. "I do...stuff. Eat...Wander...Kick rocks. Oh I taught this fawn how to curse the other day. Even followed him home in the shadows and watched the look on his pops face. Priceless man."
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 9:04 pm
Blinking a couple of times in confusion, and not sure what a 'mangina' was, but deciding it was another part of this herla's odd language, he decided to look over it. The last bit caught his attention though. "You taught him to curse? You know magic? Where did you learn?" The thought was very intriguing to him.
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