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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 12:51 am
(Er...I'll think of a better title later. This'll work for now--it's just for us to have a place to add RP posts to every once in a while)
Agrimi stood in an open field, thorougly enjoying the tall grasses that grew there, and the bright sunshine that streamed down and warmed his tawny back. Between his rocky hooves was placed an olive branch, as if the goat worried that someone might come along and take it at any time.
Indeed, that was the thought going through Agrimi's head, almost on a loop. Usually found philosophically waxing, Agrimi had found that his every thought was being consumed and taken over by the welfare of the branch that the Great Spirit had entrusted to him. At first, it had seemed like no problem, to simply hold onto a branch, but lately...
Why so long? Why do I still have this branch? What happened to the Great Spirit? wondered the horned animal. Is this really a big joke? He..sh...um..they're playing a joke on me, that's it! Why else would I STILL have to take care of this branch? He shuffled a bit in the grass, then continued his stream of ongoing worries.
I mean, really, this branch has not grown, or died, or been harmed, or even changed at all! As far as I know, plants aren't supposed to be the same for this long without roots... A look of comprehension crossed the goat's face. A-ha! he exclaimed, It's plastic! That silly Great Spirit thought he could fool me by placing a plastic plant in my 'care'. Well... Agrimi smiled a bit to himself, satisfying his worrying brain for the time being. Now content, he lay down in the warm grass to indulge in one of his favorite pasttimes--a nap!
(Er, join in! YAY FUN ARPEE)
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:02 pm
Here was Half-Prong the stag (the very attractive stag, mind you), admiring himself as he walked through the field. He pranced through the grasses quite contentedly, ignoring the sounds of curious animals on the edges of the woods. Half-Prong shook his head disgustedly, avoiding looking at any of them. Yes, he knew that he was stunning, but honestly, they didn't have to make such a fuss. He was about to simply wander off when he noticed...
A goat?
A goat and an olive branch?
He shuffled his hooves hesitantly, wondering if pursuing the interests of various lady deer would be more interesting than spending anymore time with this bizarre creature, but then bent his head down to give an inquiring sniff. Why on earth was the goat sleeping with an olive branch? Was the Great Spirit playing tricks on him? That was a disquieting notion.
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