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Post by nestor on Aug 20, 2011 22:32:51 GMT -5
Nestor sat at the bed of Lake Hylia, in his turtle form. He knew he didn't have much time left. But the days seemed like they were longer than ever. Despite his realizations of mortality, he still managed to smile. His mortality was something he had come to terms with a long time ago. But he still felt as if he had one last thing to do.
But what was it? He had no idea. But it would reveal itself soon. Time was growing ever closer, and she so desired to take him away, to his next life.
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Piper
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Smile, Please
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Post by Piper on Aug 21, 2011 23:15:21 GMT -5
Piper didn’t enjoy this day at all! She traveled along (by herself, mind you!), when quite suddenly, something bit her arm. An bug of the insect kind, about the size of her pinky and as vicious as the day was bright. Like most animals, Piper gnawed on it and used her claws to scratch her arm until it appeared to be raw. She grumbled quietly, stepping along the sand. A day of adventure led to the bite of death.
In all her frustration, she accidentally walked herself into the water. That was not the end of it. Piper didn’t mind wet feet. It was being soaked in her heavy clothes that seemed to irritate her. For all the love and kindness in the world, she did not receive an ounce that day! Her foot caught itself and like a bridge, she fell, face first.
The fox came up coughing, snorting and growling at the water. She shot up to her feet, feeling the heat rise from her cheeks. Her tail could not stand its hair on its ends when she was soaked, but the impression of a wiry stick on her backside was left to gander. Piper began kicking at the water, yelling what she could that was not insulting to those who could hear. “Phooey! Making me look like a bumbling idiot! Here’s my appreciation!” she lifted her skirt to her calves so she could stomp through the water.
Her nose picked up a scent. Piper followed her nose with her eyes to see a turtle laying there. Piper stared awkwardly before blushing. She hugged her sopping tail to her, swallowing what air caught in her little throat. “I have a bug bite…” she trailed. “It’s on my arm,”—her arm was lifted for his viewing—, “See? I didn’t mean to cause a ruckus. You can ignore me, now. I’m not even sure if you can understand me. Look at me, talking to myself. Piper, you’ve lost it. You crazy fox.”
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Post by nestor on Aug 22, 2011 6:21:41 GMT -5
Nestor picked up on the fox once she started yelling at the water. He chuckled to himself, but didn't go out and meet her. Instead, it wasn't long before she came to him. She monologued to herself while he watched, suppressing another old man chuckle. It was apparent she didn't think him one of her kind immediately. He thought to play along, but he wasn't mischievous enough to pull that off. Instead, he spoke.
"It would appear that you have met with the local wildlife. Fret not, the wound is not fatal. Unless, of course, you make it so." He was referring the scratches. "You must give yourself the time to recover and not rush things. Patience."
He then turned his whole body to get a good look at her, and chuckled a fun little old man chuckle. "Well well, I had no idea it was fox season. It's rare we get so many this time of year. Must be the way the wind blows."
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