I thought it was cute x3
Nomnom blueberries~

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As the doe finally gets her hooves beneath her, she shifts and pushes herself up for a gasp of air as muck blops off her face and into the water with a wet, squishy noise. Who put the lights out? Phai gives her head a good shake, flinging chunks of mud everywhere as she tries to clear it away from her eyes. Coughing and sputtering, she finally manages to squint her eyes open a bit so she can see the curious mudslinger in front of her. "Oh... yuck," she groans softly as she catches sight of her forelegs, and then her chest. A loud snort clears out her nose a bit so she can breathe properly and conveniently express her disgust at the same time. "...Well, I guess now I need a bath, too, huh?" she says, peering down at Pica again. Blech!

Thane (his daddy) is owned by a big nasty demon man and Mr. Big says he has to keep coming back, and Moro got dragged along.
Or something like that.

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Phai runs her tongue across the top of her mouth, trying to spit out some of the grit she'd gotten in there. Oh, that's awful. Sand in your teeth. Augh! She blinks at Pica, who looks something like a gator waiting to spring at her. Well, at least she's getting some of that mud off. Rising, she makes for water deep enough to cover herself in - but not before stamping a hoof in the shallows to send a little wave at Pica, a smirk on her lips.

Their past couple of days' updates aren't there.. Thane's are usually in his 'previous' section but I guess Shay forgot to move them or something.

Moro isn't there any more; Hraeth's gone to bed. I probably ought to in the next 20-30 minutes, too; I work tomorrow.
Edit: ahmg big Pica o3o
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Rust-tipped ears perk at Pica's cough and Phai turns her head back to make sure the fawn's okay before dunking her head into cleaner water and giving it a good shake. She shakes it again as she lifts it up, blinking hard to clear the water away. There - now she can see much better, without quite so much grit dropping into her eyes. She'd need to give herself a proper scrub to get rid of all of it, but that'd do for now. "You alright, Pica?" she calls as she trots back to shore, hooves splashing. She hadn't drowned the poor thing, had she? Phai frowns, feeling bad.

I am no longer prperly coherent, so I'mma go to bed and reply in the morning @.@ Night ♥
Who's Pica's little friend, by the way? I can't get the map to show it.

Head tilting, her eyes follow the motion of Pica's hoof curiously; such gestures weren't typical to her. More importantly, though, the little doe seems to be alright and her spastic sneezing seems to have stopped. "Humh," she fumbles briefly. "Good." Peering down at herself again, Phai makes a face. "Well, shall we go get some of this goop off, then?" Lowering her head as she nears Pica, she noses at the little one's shoulder. "Or do you like being a little mucky well monster?"

The small doe watched the back of the brown female at her side. The slow up-and-down motion of her ribs with every breath, rising above and falling below the tangle of flowers that blocked her sight. She too had laid out to rest, but unlike the others, was too unsettled in present company to truly sleep. Willow was grateful for their companionship and welcoming...but wasn't ignorant to the tension present when she'd approached...

Was Phaios sleeping too?

An ear twitched toward the golden doe resting on her opposite side while the other swiveled tentatively toward the doe in question. A small sigh escaped her lips as her head lifted some to rest heavily on a tucked forelimb. "You don't like me...do you?" Willow questioned, her voice quiet, but just loud enough for the doe to hear if she were indeed listening...

The twitch of an ear draws her eye, just in time to meet the other doe's questioning gaze. For the briefest moment, Willow caught her breath, her own ears sliding back against her head again. For some reason, the doe's approval...mattered. Didn't it? It seemed to matter to Morioch, and that had been enough to try and inspire kinship for the female. Yet so far, her friendliness had not been rewarded with much in the way of an actual 'friendship'.
"Well...what do you want to know...?"

The doe's eyes indeed wandered, a fact that had Willow shifting a little. The fresh wounds across her withers were still red and sore, but she was sure her long hair hid most of the damage if not all of it.
"Willow," she answered eagerly, sure she had introduced herself before but hardly about to argue it. "Master Morioch gave me that name... You're friends, right? or...family?"

'Wow', she couldn't help but think to herself. The spotted doe was older than she looked. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she allowed her eyes to venture over the female before peering off into the distance. Imagining the large stags as small and vulnerable was certainly a stretch...but she supposed they all started off that way... "Was he...very different, then?" she couldn't help but ask, though a slight blush touched her cheeks the moment the words were out.

Again, her smile stretched just a little bit farther. Always 'Moro', huh? It was hard to imagine a cute little fawn being as stoic and severe as the stag she knew now...but then again, how many fawns did she really know? And if his father and sister were anything to go by... The female's next question served as a welcome distraction from that particularly unpleasant topic. "Oh, mm... He found me in the snow. Kept me warm..." She trailed off a moment, brows furrowing above her eyes before they shifted back toward Phaios. "Do you...? I mean... What makes him-...What sort of things does he like?"

The answers she received were...far from satisfying, and it showed in her expression as the smile growing upon her lips faded altogether. Nothing telling...not really. She already knew as much. "Just curious, I guess... Everyone deserves something that makes them happy, don't you think?" Offering another brief smile, she finally lifted her head, turning her attention to the dark forest surrounding them. Her shoulders rolled and she concealed a little wince as she rocked onto her hooves, bits of leaves and flowers still caught in her overgrown hair. "Well, I shouldn't stay away too long... Thank you for talking to me, Miss Phaios...I hope that...we can become friends, eventually." A genuine grin graced her features before she respectfully bowed her head to the doe.

[Aaaaand I have to go to bed DX Thanks for the rp ^^]

Scrubbing her side against a pine tree, Pica watches the drying flakes of mud rub off. It felt very itchy once she had done that. So continuing scratching and rolling and wriggling in the grass, against the log and tree, Pica answers rather occupied manner."Itsa hidden one. Like Pai." Apparently explaining her artwork was slightly more interesting than getting the flaky mud off that was digging into her skin, and she points out importantly; "[=#6DD6CA]Here be the head, dem sharpy teeth, fluffy fur and long tail! Sees?[/color'"
Pai didn't seem to see it - she went off to the crystone to wash. Harrumphing, Pica resumes her scrubbing.

Pica perks up. Pai was coming back! Trotting back a little way, Pica puffs out her mud-splattered chestfur and tries to look at dignified as she could. Upon seeing that Pai liked it, Pica was thrumming with happiness. Hopskipping carefully around her draw, Pica attempted to smother Pai with her nuzzles, but with her being smaller it was hardly called smothering. She did her best, though. Watched curiously when Pai drew the squiggly mark that was on her chestfur too, and Pica nodded enthusiastically. hastily, she scratched out a smaller figure and laid three leaves on it's left hind leg. "Pica."

The small fawn watches with Pai as she inspects her drawing, every indescernable squiggle and line making sense to her child-like mind. She was a bit surprised when Pai told her she was a muck monster however, though giggled a bit when she saw that some of the mud flakes had rubbed off onto Pai's nosie. Pica was by this time, quite frankly, delighted, pleased and hyperactive. Little frame twitching occasionally when she manages to get her muscles into overdrive, Pica speeds around Pai in a frenzy, kicking up more dust and generally being a nuisance.
It didn't seem that she cared too much about a race, just that she was overjoyed that Pai was there with her.

That dog is crazy. .-. Where do you find these things? O_O
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Her body bathed in sunlight, Pica felt that this place could not get any better. Somebody she trusted, a warm day and full of energy. Well, not quite, seeing that her high was beginning to wear off. Slowing down, Pica is astonished to see Pai bounding along like a happy gigantic-Pica. Well. Challenge accepted It Pai felt like she wanted it that way, then she'd get it. With a cheeky grin at Pai, Pica began jumping and hopping higher - and with a startled yelp stumbled into the deep ditch of water. Spluttering, Pica pokes her head above the water, straining to keep it there. By this time Pai was already hopping her second time through the water from the Crystone, and Pica scrambled out as fast as she could before Pai did her shakey-water.

Xemi - It's sad, but true ;-;

Niriya - fjkdsl life is dumb and I keep forgetting ;-; And on YouTube, of course!

The doe's head pops up at Pica's yelp, though she can't see much through all the water that's falling on her head. Stumbling and sputtering, she clambers back to the bank and hauls herself up, drenching the grass beneath her as she goes. Another quick shake frees her eyes from most of the remaining blur and she peers about for the fawn, ears pressed forward urgently. What had she missed?
Upon finding Pica at the water's edge and dripping wet, she can take a guess. "A little deep over there, is it?" she laughs.

*i walk out to the pond and i see a sprit come and i say what shall you need me i say to it and it says ah what shall i need thee? for you must find the silver ruby a part of a telport to save the forest!
i say but how?
it says ye shall find it but be careful
it pops away and i walk back to the forest*

yes but you see in this RP i havent 'met' your deer yet so i rping but i will get in to scne


if you trust me im a role playing vetran. i been roleplaying for nearly two years on wolfquest



shall we go on?

"P-Phaios?"

The gray doe stepped out from the bushes nearby, shaking her head to clear the sleepiness out of her eyes. She was quite tired after watching over her sister`s fawns. Akhen should be okay with them. I hope. She thought, suppressing a chuckle. The sight of the new father with his fawns was quite hilarious and adorable, she thought.

Oria smiled as she spotted her mother. "Hey, Phaios! Have you seen Aria`s fawns yet? Aren`t they adorable?" She half-gushed.

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Hope you don`t mind |D

Oria blinked. "Oh.... Oh right! I think I remember now." The doe felt her pelt go hot with embarrassment at her lack of memory. Surely she should remember Phaios being there- unless she`d fallen asleep.

"Sorry about that, Phaios. I guess I`m just... well, really determined this time. I don`t want the same things to happen to these fawns that happened with Irie and Autheiu. I just want to things to be right this time." The doe smiled weakly, though she felt a pang of sadness.

Poor Irie and Autheiu! They hadn`t been born out of love; if only they could see that their mother loved them just as much. Autheiu seemed to be more calm about it... it was Irie she was worried about. Aria`s first daughter didn`t seem to be in the best state of mind, from what she'd heard. It wasn`t fair.

Not that she was totally exempt from this, she thought- she hadn`t been around for her niece and nephew enough. That`s why I have to do things right this time. She thought, as the image of the three tiny fawns popped into her mind. I can`t let it happen again.

Pica nods before labouring out of the steep ditch, at one point dislodging a small crumble of dirt. Slipped then - but she managed to gain a secure footing. To a fawn Pica's size it was hard work - until she realised she could merely wade through the water towards the idol. Head held high away from the water, Pica approaches it, small hooves swirling up mud and comes to a small problem. Some of the water was spraying into the rock and into the air - which Pica conveniently was the perfect height as a target for the small bombardment of droplets. Squinching her eyes against the water, Pica forces her way forwards in what she perceives in a heroic manner - and reaches her destination.

Roleplay is roleplay regardless. IC means In Character, pertaining to being in the forest. You can roleplay as yourself or as your character. IC goes with OOC, meaning out of character. This is to draw the line between your characters' experiences and knowlege, and knowing what you as the player knows. Just because you know something about other characters doesn't mean your character automatically knows it as well. Roleplay is just roleplay, as anyone and with anyone, beit one person or many. When I had Calida, I would roleplay with myself between she and Keshadei.

RedRaptor:


Not quite. Roleplay (RP) and being In Character (IC) go hand in hand, and have nothing to do with whether or not characters have met one another. Roleplaying is the interaction of one or more characters with one another and/or their environment. You can roleplay with yourself (which is really just like writing a book and 'technically' not roleplay) or with other players and their characters. IC describes anything which pertains to the story, environment, and characters. Out of Character (OOC) pertains to anything involving the real world and players. You cannot roleplay without being IC. Like Calida said earlier, you can 'play as yourself,' but the way most people do this is still essentially making a character and playing with it. It's just putting 'you' as the character. You still are not a deer in a magical forest, but you are putting your personality and traits into a deer character.

Again, yes, I'd be happy to roleplay with you, but I'd also like to maybe help you learn how roleplay is generally done here in TEFc, and hopefully even encourage you to write true stories on your own, instead of the first-person one-liners typical of games such as WolfQuest :3

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Niriya -

The doe moves to catch Pica as she starts to tumble, but the fawn rights herself before she can do much more than jerk instinctively. She can't help but smile as the little one wades through the water - water that hardly runs over her carpuses as she gives up on the remaining dried flecks in her fur and lopes back towards the head of the river. While Pica takes up the little waterfalls, Phaios dips her snout into the running stream and flips it up and towards her flanks, dragging a trail of water into those stubborn areas so she can give them a better scrubbing. "It's a good thing I'm brown," she jokes between scoops. "or you could see all the spots I keep missing."

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Poppy -

"She ate a little for us the other night, so hopefully she'll get some strength in her. But yes, she will need a close watch." Phai falls quiet as she considers Aria's lethargy, however, and it's several moments before she lifts her voice again. "I don't know. It worries me that she doesn't seem to be recovering, but I know little of sicknesses and remedies. If she isn't well soon, I'd like to find someone who does to see if they can help. Akhenaton may be a good father, but he can't raise three new fawns on his own." She doesn't dare to go further than that; the thought of losing one of her younglings is too much to bear, after all she's dealt with lately.

may i still join phaios?

Yes..? >.<
and psssh, tumbleweed fawns canoeing. Who would've thought of it.
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Hm. Seems like this scratching against Pai's leg was working. Kind of. Some of it was working her way into her thin coat and crumbling there, so dotting Pica with more bits of dried mud - it was nearly enough to make Pica turn into a mud-of-same again, seeing that drying off wasn't worth it. She was just about to jump into the ditch to roll around the steep bank to coat herself in mud again when she was struck with the thought - what about her blueberries? If she turned into a mud-monster then eventually she'd have to dry out to get her blueberries. Oh, the horror, the horror.

Now with a rather determined attitude, Pica rubs vigorously against Pai's legs, unaware of Pai's questioning look. When Pai spoke though, Pica tipped her head up with a grumpy expression; "Don' get Pica questioning again on whatsa 'Miss' because Pica is busy." Checked her work - satisfactory - and went on to the other strong leg, commenting airily as she ambled to the other side of Pai, "Oh, just helping Pai clean off her legs. Y'know?" The fawn tilted her sideways to peer at Pai from her right eye as she began her work on Pai's left leg.