Gone Fishin'

Subject: Gone Fishin' Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:24 pm

Typicality precipitated across the lands this particular day, blanketing all within the ever-common, ever-stretching puddles of sun who knew interruption by only the freewheeling clouds drifting half-heartedly beneath. Perhaps the afternoon had arrived, ostensibly companied by a meek breeze, one easily forgettable, inappreciable. The precise time of day could only by estimated for the blue-skinned flux of man and tortoise wading through the shallow waters of a crystalline lake. Oh, the mundanity of it all. The soundings of his water-bound steps waned as he moved onto the soils cradling the shimmering body. A scaled structure of silver thrashed purposelessly about within the unwavering grasp of his right hand. its vigour could only dwindle as the life was gradually choked out of it. What he approached was a relatively large, beige, linen bag. Opening it enough to toss the fish inside, its contents were revealed to be a mass mirroring of what he had just thrown in. Perhaps a dozen fish were found within and apparently, it was enough for him to take his leave. The bag had been tossed over his back before he started forward.

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Subject: Re: Gone Fishin' Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:00 pm

Splash, splash, splash. The tranquillity of the water is bashed and disturbed by roughly thralled movements of strange, green appendages, ripe with life. The movements seemed relatively powerful, at least for a monstrosity of its lilliputian physique. Certainly, these appendages belonged to a strange creature, quadrupedal and seemingly famished. What silvery aquatics, and even small shellfish that are plucked from the water are not tossed into a compartment of sorts; in fact, they are happily confined into the depths of its mouth. Bits of fish spill from the fleshy dunes of its mouth with every chewing cycle with the use of its jagged, razor sharp columns of teeth, partially chewed eyes and tails inevitably descending to the ground like April rain. And with one huge swallow, like an oversized Adam's Apple the lump of flesh and shell, perhaps even dirt from the ground of the lake succumbs to the gravity of its digestive tract, pulled deep into its apparently piscivorous belly. Trails of saliva pool in the borders of its lips, running like stray estuaries down its maw as the creature takes a few steps back. Retracting the vine-esque limbs back to it it flares open the mouths of these strange things. Its tongue, lubricated heavily with viscous, clear liquid skates across the pink innards of these botanic arms, ridding of any salinity imbibed ruination that may or may not have gotten on them - of course, for the taste.

It begins to wander off, its impressive fishing expertise coming to an eventual cease; its hunger is unquenched, signified by the rumble like riled thunder within its bowels, it begins to search for something more intriguing to do. Mayhaps a drink would be most appropriate after such a meal.

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Subject: Re: Gone Fishin' Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:19 pm

Faint were the rearward ruffles, subtle enough to meld with the area's ambient soundings. His pace found inte4ruption abruptly as a misplaced foot caught the underside of a protruding root. He stumbled as a result, however manage to gather himself, ceasing an unfortunate meeting with the root-woven soils below. The short-lifted throbbing sensation made certain to appear, drawing the creature to a halt before leading him to massage what discomfort lingered within. Of course, he was not injured, but it still sort of hurt. The time he had tended to his foot appeared significant enough to increase the volume of another creature's movement. This spawned a glance to tumble over his shoulder, an act spawned by instinct, led by curiosity. His brownish irides ostensibly harbored a nature grounded, mundane; however, hardly did the impalpable energy staining them imply contentment with such.

He had witnessed this being briefly, however did not pay any particular heed to its presence. Now, however, he would be forced to unless he chose not to quell the awkwardness that comes with locking gazes with another. The fist portion of verbalization met a swift cease for hardly would this species be able to comprehend the language of his own. He had caught himself and out of habit, started upon the other other he was able to speak. "Who put this bloody root here, huh?" he asked as he pushed himself up. "Though, you probably can't understand me eh, lil'fella." Now, he had secured the bag's position over his shell-paved back, keeping an eye on the creature momentarily as he revived his pace.

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Subject: Re: Gone Fishin' Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:41 pm

A pregnant delay seems to elapse as the creature makes eye contact with the cerulean tortoise. A dumbfounded expression seems to seize the entirety of its face. The vines remain idle, gently riddling in swaying motions in the lazy air currents. Eventually, they retract into the botanic pouch stationed near its back. The large, mucous mass of pinkly pigmented flesh in his mouth, originally mobile, would cease movement for a short period; it seemed incapable of being pulled back into the confines of its mouth, but perhaps it was merely a result of its quenchless famishment. The gluttonous specimen takes a few steps near the other critter of sorts, raising one of its four appendages and pointing to its mouth in thought. "Lil'fella? So that's what they called me..." It seems to recall, before placing its foot back onto the blanketing grass. "Wait, no... Wait a second here..." It contemplates, before a lightbulb seems to position above its head as a representation of its understanding. "Romaji! That's what it was. Anyways... I've been looking ferr some food... Have you seen any around?" It enquires, its nose picking up the scent of fresh aquatics; it probably was just the water, it believes.

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Subject: Re: Gone Fishin' Fri Aug 13, 2010 1:10 pm

The creature’s retractable appendages proved enough of a distraction to perk his curiosity further. It was those that it utilized to puck the waters of its seafood. Those certainly appeared to come in handy; something like fishing rods, not that he would need to use such a thing. It completely drained the enjoyment out of the activity as a whole for the being with an obvious affinity for the water. Oh! It spoke! The surprise emerged abruptly, even resulting in a subtle retraction rearward. His eyes had grown wider, evidently to make room for the slight bit of asininity staining them. After having muttered that it was doubtful the creature could speak, let alone in the land’s most spoken language, the inadvertent insult to its intelligence was made apparent. “Oh, sorry. You can talk after all,” he stated as the plantimal entered into a duration of mulling. It appeared it had a bit of difficulty recalling its name. After he did, however, the matter was dismissed immediately.

“Food? Yer probably smelling this.” He rose the bag in elevation before allowing it to settle overtop his shoulder once more. It didn’t remain there. Instead, it found itself on the ground after having placed it adjacent to the being dubbed Romaji. “Want it? I’ll just get more. Nothing else t’do. So…” He trailed off as he eyed the foreign structure. “You’re some kinda…plant animal. A…plantimal.” Phrase coined. “Haven’t ever seen one of those. I’m Kameil, by the way. A tortle, as you can see.” He had decided to take a seat.

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