Llama Llove [mudbug]

[Panache]

[bg=5a9c59][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Fred slowly wandered into Zabana, ever since arriving on the island 3 months ago his life had been spent moving around. Some animals he's met with in the past have asked him where he was going, and his answer was always the same, he didn't know. They often asked him how he would know when he got to wherever he was supposed to be, and it was a question that haunted Fred. He had circled the entire island, and was moving inland now. Fred's largest fear was that he would end up back at the sandy port he had been dropped off at without having found what he was looking for. What would happen then? Where would I go? The Zabana held some immediate appeal to Fred, there was nothing he enjoyed quite as much as long grasses; running in them, feeling the foliage tickle his belly, or laying in them completely incognito. The bright sun shining down also warmed Fred, which was a relief after journeying through forests and along the chilly coastline. As much has he enjoyed the place, however, he couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. Left completely in the open he knew this was no place to make a home for a slow moving Llama. But for now, the place was perfect. Spotting a tree up ahead, Fred raced himself to it. After spending so many months traveling almost non-stop, Fred had become quite the athlete, for a Llama. He flew by the tree and wheeled around on a dime standing ten feet from the trunk. He eyed a deformity on the bark, curled his lips and spit, Bingo! He thought to himself nonchalantly swaggering back to the tree. Fred reached his neck high, grabbed some leaves and munched as he dropped, first to his knees, and then the ground, settling himself beneath the tree, keeping his head up to survey his surroundings above the grass. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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Muse; on a scale of one to ten, four?
Words; 340
Notes; I haven't Rp'd in so long (:
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[mudbug]

T I N A

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"Speech"


Tina wandered through the Zabana with no intention of ever knowing where she was going. She liked to just walk, in the wide open. It was a wonderful sense of freedom and complete lack of responsibilities. She let the faint breeze flow through her coarse pelt, and enjoyed how it felt. Her face was plain, expressionless, as if she didn't care about anything. Which was, more or less, true. It wasn't easy to get an emotional reaction out of Tina, or for her to form an emotional tie to something. Perhaps that might change soon? She secretly hoped so, despite herself. Not having anything to care about was boring, regardless of how safe it kept her heart.

She moved on slowly, stopping every now and then to eat out of boredom. If the weather hadn't been so lovely, she would have bothered to venture away from home. But, Tina wasn't a lazy llama, simply an overly nonchalant one. She squinted ahead, looking at the line of the horizon, and noticed something out of place. It took her qutie a few minutes to decide on what it might be, as everything seemed to be alive from that distance, but it wasn't moving, not really, so it must have been a tree. Well, that was promising.

It was quite a few moments later, and Tina was more than ready for a rest in the shade by the time she reached her destination. But, when she arrived, she wasn't alone. Her eyes got slightly wide, losing their trademark droop, when she realized what creature stood before her. Another llama. Wow. what're the odds, huh? She looked her male counterpart over, and almost smirked at the irony. Tina was not the fairytale type, so running into a handsome male llama in the lovely weather beneath the shade of a single tree in a field, was quite humorous to her realist mind.

Well, best not be rude, if I want the tale to play out like it should. She thought, sarcastically. "Hey there. Fancy meeting another long-neck on this island, eh? Anyhow, who might you be?" It escaped her that she was forgetting her manners by not introducing herself, but formalities never did occur to Tina much. She was still debating whether or not this whole fanciful thing was some gag of a dream her mind was playing on her.

[Panache]

[bg=5a9c59][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] There was no movement in the Zabana at this time of day. Animals stayed out of the wide open in the heat of the day whenever they could. But, as he thought about it, he realized most animals probably didn't venture around here during the evening either. In the dark it would be impossible to spot a predator coming. But Fred didn't really worry about these sorts of things. Llamas did not make great prey, some dogs would attempt to attack, but llamas are not weak. Some of the llamas that Fred grew up with were sold to local farmers, he had never understood what one llama would do all by itself on a farm -- All alone like I am now. He thought to himself -- But one day after his release while Fred was wandering around the countryside he had met up with his older brother Bob. Bob was actually enjoying his life as the lone llama on a farm. He surrounded himself with hundred of sheep, and he was so special that he was in charge of protecting all of them. From that moment on Fred had realized how protective he could be, and he wanted to be just like Bob. But now I'm stuck on this stupid island. Fred thought to himself. I have nothing, and no one, to protect here. Slowly Fred drifted towards sleep. His thoughts turned from the reality of his alone-ness to dreams of herds of llamas. Suddenly noises behind him shook him rudely out of his dreams. He lept up, planting his four hooves beneath him and then spinning and facing the intruder. Fred's breath suddenly left his chest as he spotted what stood in front of him. A ridiculously cute young llama faced him. Her fur looked like honey and even though there were a few pieces of grass and a couple of burrs sticking to her, Fred couldn't help but be awestruck by her beauty. He tried to reason with himself, it was the first llama he had seen in months, it's possible an /alpaca/ could have looked good at this moment. But he knew, he was falling. Hard. It wasn't like this was the first time his stomach had dropped and his throat had gone dry. (And that's a lot of throat to go dry... The guy's got a long neck.) Fred is what some would call a hopeless romantic. It was his mother's fault. She had raised him on stories about his dad and all of the way-too-cute things he had done for her. And so, Fred had fallen for more female llamas than could be counted on all four of his hooves. Most of the time, these llamas thought he was a little... creepy... He would pick grass bouquets and bring them berries. Sadly, most of the time he had never spoken to the girls before this, and they found him a little too intense. Poor Fred's mind was racing. First his adrenaline had spiked when he thought he was going into battle with a hungry canine. Now his heart was pumping even faster and his mind was falling even further. He took a deep breath and compiled his thoughts. He thought the girl had spoken. He hadn't actually heard what she had said over the voices in his head. So he replied to a question most people would have asked first... I'm good thanks, and yourself? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Muse; it's coming back C:
Words; 570
Notes; Sorry this took so long, I'm completely dead inspiration wise..
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Oh wow.
The thoughts registered with a puzzled amusement, and Tina's eyebrows both went up at the flustered male before her. It seemed she had disturbed his slumber, and he looked more ready for a tigar ambush than, God forbid, a girl! A devious grin rearranged her features. She had never had the opportunity to trip up a boy with her looks. So, this could be quite fun. The boy said something, and not the answer to Tina's question. Ok, perhaps it won't be that fun.
Now, here they were, two llamas having a conversation and not having a clue as to each other's names. Tina wondered if she might want to keep it that way, it sounded like an interesting idea. She'd go along and see how long this guy made it before names were totally necessary.

"I'm fine, thanks. I disagree with you, though, you don't look so good yourself. I scared the fleas off you, huh? Sorry about that." She let her head drop to the high grass and started nibbling absentmindedly. She started humming something, and she had no clue what. Just whatever little diddy came to her in that moment. She waited for a response from her flustered friend, and wondered how easily offended he was. She hoped he had a moderately thick skin. She would hate to make an enemy of what seemed to be the only other member of her species on this plop of dirt.



Ooc; So sorry this absolutely fails. T_T