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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:17 pm
Wondering away from the crowd of Herla that normally inhabited the main clearing, Merala made her way through the forest. She tended to grow tired of some of the Herla's tendency to bicker and just needed to get away. It wasn't the being around other Herla that bothered her, so much as their need to butt heads.
"But they are only deer..." She sighed to herself. "They're all going to butt heads eventually."
Hearing a stream Merala made a B-line towards the calming sound, hoping that it would drown out the pettiness from behind her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:28 pm
Every now and then, Makaio would feel a tinge of sadness when he watched other Herla playing in the stream, splashing and swimming. He had no hope in participating in such activities; he was far from equipped to be prancing around in muddy banks or wading in shallow streams. This, however, did not stop him from trotting along just outside of the thick mud that lines the stream, scanning the area for knicks and knacks. It was something that was infinitely easier in the Dead City, but now and then he would find something some other Herla had dropped. These searches are what fueled his walks almost every day, and this one was no exception.
With a small red Mion darting inbetween his legs, he had to be wary with his steps. Maybe it was because he was moving so slowly that he spied her out of the corner of his eye, or maybe because his gaze automatically shifted to brighter objects in the hope that they were some relic. But the white Herla he spied was no relic. He squinted to get a better view. Hadn't he seen her before? She seemed familiar...
"Hey, there!" he called when he was close enough that he didn't have to raise his voice very much.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:50 pm
Jumping at the sound of his voice, Merala looked at this buck with startled eyes. She hadn't expected to see anyone and was a little taken aback. "Hello there." she replied. Looking him over as the new Herla approached, Merala took in his oddities without flinching.
She had lived with the Talons for such a long time that the soft Herla bodies had become foreign to her. But this one, with his hard carapace, was something new and yet familiar.
Speaking up yet again, "I haven't seen you around much. My name is Merala, what's yours?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 11:22 pm
Makaio had spent his entire life getting looked over and stared at; it wasn't something that bothered him anymore, and by this point in his life, he barely noticed it. His smile was warm, an expression that found a home on his face fairly often. Still, something was...well, certainly not anything bad, but...unusual about the buck, something in his eyes that suggested a multitude of layers beneath his cheerful exterior. Of course, wasn't that the way most Herla worked?
"Mmm, Makaio," he responded, bowing his head briefly when he came a bit closer. He was still not entirely accustomed to the ways of the court, and he found himself mimicking them (poorly) even when the situation didn't call for it. Though the gesture was a bit forced, his pleasure at seeing her wasn't. It was always nice to make someone's acquaintance. "I haven't seen you around much, either... but I'm not around much, either. ...either."
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