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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 21, 2006 10:08:38 GMT -5
A guttural rumble spat forth from the waters, whose angry ivory froth had already begun to settle to calm azure. Quite a ways out in the vast expanse, a stirring sent ripples forth from a central point. This location soon relinquished, from jealous tendrils of steaming saltine aqua, a thoroughly drenched and seething Lord of darkest mahogany. He moved easily through the aqua, as if its individual molecules parted ever so slightly to ease his passage. His gait increased and he proceeded towards land at a surging treble beat, raising a arrowhead trail of foam in his wake.
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Post by Alto on May 25, 2006 17:01:52 GMT -5
Plymouth surged foward, galloping at a high speed. Daddy! Daddy! What happened? She came to the edge of the sea, saltine waves washing across her tiny hooves. She waded out just a little far... Not in deep water.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 26, 2006 15:58:46 GMT -5
The swirling waves caressed her slender limbs guardedly before a snort from the emerging Lord sent them back to listless lapping. He eyed the unruly ocean firmly, though it had taken upon itself a guise of inconspicuousness. Leading his surrogate daughter from the predatorial fluid, his movements slowed drastically once upon land. It seemed as if every movement cost him great effort, for a great exhaustion had befallen the new Master of Water. His gaze softened as he pondered Plymouth's question, though he could not fathom how to answer.
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Post by Alto on May 26, 2006 18:53:13 GMT -5
Daddy?Are you alright? Her bright browned orbs were stained with concern for her adoptive father... What had happened? What was that thing? Every time he slowed just a little more, she slowed as well, keeping near his side.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 28, 2006 12:31:18 GMT -5
Indecision clouded his princely --nay, kingly-- visage as he debated how much the young filla should know. He grinned weakly and nodded that, yes, he was all right. He had decided that, when she was older, he would try to explain. For now... all that needed to be known was that they were safe. He lay himself beneath a cluster of palms, suppressing a groan as he relaxed his aching striations. He was too exhausted to go any further, and the pool of fresh water located farther inland was out of the question. Not without rest...
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Post by Alto on May 29, 2006 7:47:48 GMT -5
Daddy? Can I help you in any way? Plymouth had to do something... And she still wanted to know what had happened.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 1, 2006 16:20:07 GMT -5
His lips parted as if to pass words, but no lyricisms issued forth. He coughed drily and lay his fine cranium upon the cool shaded sand, parched tongue lolling from his maw. So close to water, and yet so far. He had not the strength left to raise his chassis from the sand.
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Post by Alto on Jun 2, 2006 17:26:35 GMT -5
Hearing his muffled heaving and coughing, she knew he must be thirsty. She looked to the palms, and remembered when he had fetched her a coconut. That was it! She trodded over to a beautiful palm with large, rounded coconuts... Full of rich, creamy milk. Yet, how was she to get one down? There were none scattered amongst the sand... She then had an idea. She thrust her forepillars into the air, using all her strength as she came down upon the trunk. Success! With suprising strength, she knocked four of the newlt riped fruits down... She brought one to her father. Could he open it?
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 4, 2006 10:41:03 GMT -5
Leviathan raised his cranium at her approach. His brief rest had done him good, and he was disgusted at his own weakness. Enough of this frailty, rise. He rose, muscles trembling slightly from exertion. He cast a dagger down upon the coconut, using more his weight than his strength. Another attempt was made, and this time the stringy husk gave way. He lowered his tapered mug into the round, drinking the sweet liquid and crushing the last drops from the spongy white flesh.
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Post by Alto on Jun 4, 2006 12:42:07 GMT -5
Plymouth stood back, watching him, his powerful will rising over everything else... He was not to give in. The young filla turned, watching for any signs of danger... That's all her daddy needed now... More trouble.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 4, 2006 17:43:38 GMT -5
Daggers barely leaving the granules, he slunk wearily to a pool of fresh water, submerging his velvet and drawing the life-giving source into him. When his thirst was slaked, he lay in the lush green of the oasis, glad for the foliage which sheltered him from the scalding fiery disk in the sky.
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Post by Alto on Jun 11, 2006 19:15:11 GMT -5
She followed closely, not leaving his side. As he lay his mass to the sod, she followed suit, watching over her father.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 11, 2006 19:54:32 GMT -5
He raised his crown slightly and nuzzled her two-toned pelt reassuringly. He was better now, just tired. His test of wills against his former master had drained him more than he thought possible... more than he thought he could escape alive. There had been moments when he hadn't been able to find the strength to pull himself from the water, when he had drifted beneath the surface wondering if he had won or lost...
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Post by Alto on Jun 11, 2006 20:39:29 GMT -5
She nipped at him gently, lowering her small crania. No more was it tiny... The filla was growing. Soft brown orbs closing, she soon drifted into a slumber, reassured greatly by her father.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 12, 2006 15:46:26 GMT -5
He raised his great cranium to watch her in sleep, gently lipping the long golden strands that fell across her youthful facade. Ah, she was young still. But what of that day in the distant future, when stags would come a calling to meet the flowering beauty? It would take great restraint for the protective brujen not to chase every last one off.
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