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Post by Kat on Nov 4, 2010 16:16:10 GMT -8
For Dalia, strolling about in the woods was the best thing she could do. Her life, simple and free, was hers to do with what she pleased. Unfortunately, as wonderful as those wild woods were, she did occasionally need more than fresh meat and water to live. She was craving bread, beer, and the finer folk. Animals were all good and well, but they couldn't talk and they fought dirty. She wanted to be in a tavern, groping the barmaids and punching the hairy, filthy men who tried to grope HER. Strolling into Lauderden with her spear across her shoulders, she flashed a charming smile at the gate watcher, asked where the nearest tavern was, and continued along her way. In a few moments, she was at the bar knocking back a mug of their best brew, A loaf of bread and a wedge of good cheese sat on a plate in front of her. Meat was good, but she could get it anywhere. Tavern food...now THAT was the best. She swapped stories with some of the more polite gentlemen, remaining wary of those lurking nearby who were not so polite.
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Post by ExlMagician on Nov 5, 2010 10:41:10 GMT -8
The sounds of birds chirping and singing their merry songs began to dissipate as Dalia moved through the woods. Chirping and humming, clicking noises, and all those that were natural to the forest life soon began to die as well until a dead silence surrounded her like a wave. There was no sound, too eerie to be nothing, but the animals had all fled from the area out of fear? A great rumbling shook the ground, orge's feet would have been similar... or perhaps it was. Within moments, the thundering foot falls came to a halt, the brush and bushes rattling and shaking before a great snout emerged!
Snotty and drooling, a great giant lump shoved out of the brush, coming up to Dahlia with its enormous snout, nudging her side. It left a large snot mark on her sleeve just before it grunted, beginning to chew on her clothes. For a lump it was certainly emaciated, the folds, sagging over it's sides and hanging between its trunk sized feet. Another grunt, and it drooled with its saggy mouth all over her side.
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Post by Kat on Nov 5, 2010 16:26:14 GMT -8
Having just left the tavern, and the town, Dalia was more than ready to return to her camp site and sleep off the beer and food. She didn't miss the sudden silence of the birds and the beasts of the forest, and the moment she felt the rumbling ground beneath her, she turned, flipping her spear off her shoulders and pointing it in the direction of the noise. As the bump came into view, Dalia grimaced. It was an ugly thing. It was also starving. As it approached her, she wondered if it was dangerous. It didn't seem to give off any sense of malice, and the signs animals normally gave of attack were nonexistent. When it began to chew on her sleeve and snuffle, she lost any and all urge to fight it. The thing was pathetic, and despite the fact that it was ugly as hell, it was harmless. She pulled her sleeve away from it, smiling softly. "Hello there...you're far from home aren't you?" She pulled a small hunk of bread out of her pack and laid it on the ground, backing away a bit.
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Post by ExlMagician on Nov 6, 2010 9:02:05 GMT -8
A massive snot covered maw slammed hard into ground, slathering the bread hunk with drool before it disappeared into it's mouth, slurping noises with a large tongue, licking over his nose before beginning to nudge wildly at her pack where she'd taken the bread from. It was obviously starving, making loud grumbling noises as he snuffled about. When the bump couldn't access the bag it tromped in circles attempting to gather the last crumbs from the ground. Large nostrils puffed dirt up around its head, causing it to sneeze more blobs of mucus on the ground. Another grunt, and it flopped to the ground, groaning. Some animals were beginning to regather in the trees, the bump though unhappy and miserable, and smelling of all sorts of moss and fungus growing on it was obviously not a threat to anything that couldn't be trampled.
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Post by Kat on Nov 9, 2010 16:39:03 GMT -8
Dalia sighed. The poor thing was starving, but she didn't have enough food to satisfy it. She was fairly sure bumps did NOT eat meat, so hunting for it was out of the question. She emptied her pouch of food, lying it on the ground. It was a large amount for a person, enough for two days. She wondered how much the Bump could and and would eat.
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Post by ExlMagician on Nov 10, 2010 9:44:14 GMT -8
An animal the size of a bump and with the appetite of a starved one was like letting a lion loose on a fresh gazelle. It didn't wait for her to back away before it began gorging so fast that a few times its rumply neck jostled as it choked on some of the food. It snorted and gagged, the noises emitting from it like a someone squishing a bag of berries. There were slurps and gurgles as it finally slowed, doing what resembled a burps before flopping over on one side, taking deep breathes, its wrinkles slopped all over the ground while it took labored breaths, a puddle of drool beginning to darken the soil beneath it. It wasn't sure it would make it any longer but it was certainly appreciative for her kindness, licking the clothes on her leg with a twining tongue before huffing again.
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Post by Kat on Nov 29, 2010 8:06:16 GMT -8
Dalia sighed softly and stroked the Bump's head gently. It was most certainly dying. "I am sorry my poor friend, but there is truly nothing else I can do for you..." It was a sad fact that nature was indeed cruel. Dalia was no healer, and she sincerely doubted she had enough coin to pay for any help for the poor beast.
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Post by ExlMagician on Dec 28, 2010 12:35:24 GMT -8
The bump's breaths soon shortened and beneath piles of flesh, it looked about its last. It had been lucky to come across her, far more lucky to die a happy bump, than a miserable one in the desert. No doubt someone had tried to integrate trade here with bumps and failed. There was a month old mark on its skins, where someone had thoughtlessly branded the bump, scaring it to a start that had caused it to run, unable to find for itself in this environment. Its last breathes were shallow, and its head rolled up to grunt before flopping back loudly to the ground with a thud. The animal had passed. Its fluids spilled out on the ground around it, and stank the area drastically. Soon other animals would be drawn to the scent of dead flesh and the area would be filled with battling carnivores, after its dying bag of bones.
(exit)
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