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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 12:45 am
Name: Murrie
Owner:Tasah
Type: Frobbit
Born: Aug 1st -2005
Sex: Male
Rp Intensive: Yes
Information:This creature is quick on its feet, it enjoys swamp type areas. It is quick and hard to catch, sometimes concidered invisiable because its quicker then the eye. It can make a loud croaking sound that can leave another guide deaf for a period of time. It mostly uses this method when cornered or scared. They have excellent sight.
Attributes:Beginings, dispensing the negative, new life, initiation, hidden teachings and intuitive messages.
Chant:
Scurry scurry, worry, worry,
Like the hare I run about,
Busy, busy, in a tizzy
I only hear the voice without.
Quiet, hare. Do not dispair
The voice within is strong and sure.
If you just listen, you'll learn your mission
Be confident and self-assured.
Your singing marks the season
Of new life and new beginning,
A time of wonder and of joy.
A time of rebirth and of Light.
Like the tiny frog in Spring renewing,
I joyfully face my new beginning.
I boldly stand upon the threshold
And leave confusion for the Light.
Credits for Chants taken from Animal Magick by D.J Conway
This Journal is personal, private property of the Owner listed above. Do not post in here without permission. Please owners use this as your personal space, you do not have to keep a journal if you do not want too, this is just for your own use
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:23 pm
Time to put this post to use - I shall be gone from the 7th to the 12th.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:42 pm
Murrie streched and gave a slow roll in his mossey little bed as he woke. His eyes opened slowly, tail giving a little twitch before he hopped up and sniffed the scents upon the moist air. Ears twitching and turning as he scoped out the situation this morning, the long frog like tongue flicking out and hitting his eye, a gnat just barely escaping certain doom.
Deciding all was clear enough, Murrie hopped out of his little area and headed towards the ponds edge. Savouring the muddy and mosey feeling between his toes as he went. It wasn't quite as he liked, but it was the most water logged section along the ponds edge, so it would do.
It was time to search up some breakfast, his tummy was getting a little rumbly. Perhaps he'd luck out and find a good swarm of flies or manage to snatch a few fish out of the pond.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 7:02 pm
After a nice swim and luck at having snagged several small fish from breakfast, plus having met another about the pond, Murrie hopped lazily to bed down just a bit off from the watery circle...Finding a nice patch where the flies seemed to buzz by once in awhile. A long tongue sampling one now and again.
After a particular one, Murrie made a bit of a face and spat it right back out,"Just what in the world had that thing been eating. Most god awful taste. Really. " Spatting and coughing a few more times as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth. Even taking to chewing on some of the nearby grass.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 7:59 pm
Murrie gave his head a good hard shake, a bit of grass yet hanging out of his mouth. He gave a few more good hard spats, now he wasn't sure which was worse, the nasty tasting fly or that grass. His face scrunched up and his tongue stuck out. Blech!
He hopped his way back on down towards the pond to swish his mouth out with water and take a few drinks. Swish-swish. Spit. Swish-swish. Spit. He was certainly going to have to pay closer attention to what things he let his tongue catch him for snacks and dinner.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 8:14 pm
An ear gave a swivel and turn as the sounds caught upon the winds were listened to, the shifting of the breeze through the grass, the rattle of the flower petals as they shifted, the scamper of a small shrew several parcels on off, and so many little whispers that danced upon the winds. But not the one....the other ear perked and turned.
Ah-ha!! There it was, both ears turned to center in on it. A twitch of his nose, a flip of his tail and Murrie jumped the branches to get in closer. Pausing upon one of the lwoer branches as his ears captured and latched onto the sound again. Not to far, and off he was again.
Slowing and slinking in to wait, least where he had decerned was the best spot to do so. Ear still attenative to the sound. It grew ever closer, ever louder. An eye turn, nearly looking behind himself really. The other eyes swiveled on forward....and ~thwack~ out went the tongue and smacked on into the big juicey narvick beetle! Latching onto it and before a blink of an eye could pass, lunch was had!
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 7:36 pm
It had been a long day, Murrie was still not to pleased about the start of it. A ice cold shower! Not that he didn't mind a nice dip in the pond when it was cool, but ice cold. A shiver occured as he hopped along before rolling into a spot along the banks of the pond.
He gave a strech and took to resting his cuppy toes as he reflected a bit upon the exploring he had done. It seemed a much bigger place than he had first thought. Though he had only thought about the pond, never straying to far from it. It was yet his favorite spot. Though the forest had been quite inviting, the high places to clamor up to and there was some rather nice cool mossy niches to be fonud about the forest floor, and surprisingly he had find one or two in some of the larger trees.
Even though he had wandered muchly, he had a feeling there were still yet places he had not gone. He was only a small thing and could only go so far in a day. And he hadn't wanted to wander tooooo far from his little burrow.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:33 pm
(( eek Random Event: Murrie has caught a cold!!))
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:50 pm
((~gasps~ My poor baby!))
Murrie woke from his rest with a mighty sneeze that just made his head hurt. A look of much confusion passed over his face, rahter uncertain of what happened.
He shock his head and pushed himself up to shake what ever it was off....But he found he couldn''t smell....much of anything..at best! His ears turned around, a touch paniced like, least he could hear yet. He gave a sniff, finding he could barely even take in a breathe through his nose. He tries blowing out and...ew...nasty goop!
He tried to wipe it off and it just got all stuck over his paw! Ew! He tried to shake it off and then came another sneeze! Achoooooo!!! His ears flattening back agains his head as his little eyes smooshed shut. Achoooo! Look out flying goop!
Murrie slumped back and looked so miserable. This was not pleasant at all!
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:27 pm
Another loud 'Achoooooo!' exploded from Murrie, along with other little bits that went flying from his nose. A paw reached up and wiped at his nose before he gave a burbling, pathetic sniff.
It wasn't going away, and just sitting there seemed to be doing nothing what so ever....he needed some help. Perhaps...yes...there was that place...the big square thing, a building. yes that was it. He hopped up and...another sneeze came.
A miserable, ug, came and he just slumped back down. Nono...He had to get help, this wasn't right. He must....with a little grunt, stuffy sounding as it was, Murries got back up and started dragging himself towards the inn. Occasionaly he managed a bit of a hop. Progress was slow as he forced himself to make the journey...he longed for the cool waters and mossy bed....and to breathe again without the odd gurgling sounds that he was making. Just what was that!
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 7:02 pm
It did take him awhile, but he had finally managed to get his little bunny tail back to the inn. Collapsing right after putting a paw into the doorway, it had taken so much energy and it had tired him so. He had traveled much further and felt fine, but this journey had taken much out of him.
A squeak came from Tasah when she saw him, quickly scoping him on up off the floor and carting him off to her room. Murrie gave a little croak and sneezed! Sending goo at Tasah who just scrunched up her face and tried to wipe it off. But the first concern was to get Murrie taken care of.
Ordering up some nice fly soup for him and getting him tucked away. Of course seeing that the warmed blankets were actually wet and kept warmed so he would have a moist enviornment and the froggly bits would not get dried and peeling. It was quite a bit different from when she had ever gotten a cold, but Murrie was quite a bit different than any she had tried to take care of....But she dolted over him and pampered her sick little guy. Lots and lots of rest and fly soup! With plump grubs for an extra treat as he started recovering.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:45 pm
Murrie was getting sorely tired of fly soup and being spoon fed it at that! He was feeling better, smeels were there again and the gooo...It was gone. For the most part. there was still this annoying sniffle things. He was getting restless now, the pampering and constant care by his human had been comforting and all. Least in the beginning, and perhaps another time. But now he was tired of it, getting restless! He wanted to run and jump, explore and find more and other guides to talk with. he wondered if the others were still around the pond....He was restless, and so he climbed up the wall to perch and hang from the ceilling.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 6:50 pm
Murrie rolled aorund a few times before settling happily into his little moist bedding of mosses and blankets. Sure, Tas had scolded him for having been out so long. But it had been worth it...He'd met up with another guilde, Bicky. And she was going to teach him hot to catch the bigger and faster fishies....In the morning. He was so excited that he could barely fall asleep with the thoughts of fishies dancing in his head.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:40 pm
The fishing lesson with Bicky had gone well enough, least it had started so. Murrie had learned ad few things, and he was excited to try them out himself. least once they'd finished up their snacking on the fish Bicky had caught.
But then that blue glow had started and it just seemed to be everywhere. One of the gatherings was occuring and he was curious as what was going to happen, what this blue glow was all about, what it meant. Where was it going to take them all, as there were so many who showed up...and everyone was seemingly drawn towards it...Where ever it was.
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