hai thar!

(No, stay, I insist! ... Although I am updating the css quite a bit, so it might just stay at the top of your tracks for a few days.)

Stupid double post thingy

*HEAVY BREATHING*

Since he doesn't have a picto yet can I tempt you for an interaction here or skype yupyupyup?

_{I'd recommend you get a skype. I mean I don't wanna force you to do anything you don't want to do but it sure helps me a /lot/ when i run into familiar characters if I can just skype them and be all "Hey __ found your ___, hes trying to get them to play ahah"}

And I'd love to help with whatever ror. I'll leave a starting post in here at some point.

I like the first picto and... ahaha don't say that it makes me feel bad you're gunna be disappointed with who I've picked xD

_{Sent Skype add. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ENGLISH TOO AAA. Also crap starter inbound pewpewpew}

The forest was looking bleak today for one individual. The feline-like deer had spent most of the duration of the morning tucked away between the large roots of the great oak. A great frown stretching across his pale exposed face and settling there as a good pointer on his current mood. The rumble of the sky indicated that there was a great deal of rain heading their way, probably with a thunderstorm for kicks.

Harry hissed to himself that evolved into a long and weary grumble. His long, thin legs curled around his dark-hued body for a long period he hardly moved, before with a deep breath of exertion he untangled himself from his "nest" and stood up. Stretching and inhaling the damp and slightly cold air. In the forest there were few places where the rain wouldn't reach, yet already the noise behind him from the oak itself was growing as does ushered the fawns inside and stags took up residence to weather the brewing storm. It would only get worse with time and would become more about need than being polite. He'd never get a spot in there later.

So that left a few other places that the dark stag could check in, swishing his tiny nubby tail and plodding off towards the pond. It was only a quick drink and once finished he skirted immediately upwards towards the strange crying statue he'd seen before. For a moment he considered calling out to try and identify the four or so he recognized but the chances of that were slim. No one cared for him, he'd probably never receive an answer anyway (this of course, was all his negative and low-confidence attitude). Shrugging it off the teen pawed the earth and headed towards the blueberry bowl for a hunt. Even if he didn't catch anything perhaps stalking harmless forest critters would take his mind off the brewing storm and the spittle starting to descend upon his thin pelt.

It was time well wasted, chasing a rabbit through the long grasses, and then a pair of mice before he finally ended a squirrel. They weren't for eating though so rather wastefully he just sort of left it there, turning around and narrowing his eyes for more movement. Another rustle in the grasses. Harry slunk low to the ground, prowling as well he could with his deer-like form he couldn't see very well due to the grasses and instead relied on his furry large cat-like ears. Inhaling sharply he leapt out and ended up butting straight into another deer. Whether they had made the original rustling or just happened to be stood to close was debatable. The blow wouldn't have hurt but it certainly staggered the teen, who yelped continuously like a struck animal and backed up so quickly he fell over, backwards, and rolled down back into the bowl.

[[You can choose whether the deer he butted into was Sammy, or he finds him afterwards etc]]

Tracking this little cute boy~!

I thought I tracked this cutie already >.<

track

Left you a Skype message to explain my lack of post bby, I'm not avoiding our thread already I just didn't think this plotline through ahaha.

Yeah Skype doesn't like offline messages. Both people have to be signed in at the same time for them to go through.

"I'm alright," Sam replied, "Just a stumble."

He took in the other deers appearance, the slim build and dark fur. Something strange and stringy wrapped around his leg, leading to a collar of some kind around his neck. Sam quickly noted the lack of mask, and averted his eyes immediately - instead he carefully examined the large trees surrounding them , the grass beneath their feet and eventually, once running out of places to look as his eyes roamed anxiously, the dirt smudges on his white hooves.

Eventually, after the fast, erratic environmental analysis he turned his eyes back to the deer.
In hushed tones he asked: "I don't mean to offend but... why aren't you wearing a Tatenka?"
Sam quickly looked away again, almost mortified a the personal question. He shifted from one hoof the next, wobbling slightly on the cervine legs.

In the wash basket? Tuesdays? And since when anyone not wear a mask? Sammy did a double take, his facial expression mirroring the other deer's, albeit hidden beneath the purple wood of his Tatenka.

For a split second he considered questioning the darker pelted deer, before thinking about all the people he had known that refused to wear masks. He remembered the rumour that one had been a murderer. He wrote off the idea of questioning the other male with a slight, disbelieving shake of his head.

"Rain? Huh - oh right, yeah." he blinked, feeling a little dazed as the rumble of thunder the other deer had been referring to, "Where do you suggest?"
Sam was not familiar with this forest yet, having spent most of his time sleeping near the stream, apprehensive to explore. Up until the point at which it had been suggested to find shelter, Sam had planned to just last out the storm - lord knows he'd survived through enough in his 17 years.

Snuggle under a tree? What the-? Oh. A joke. Sammy let out a good natured chuckle, although a little forced, just so at least the other deer would understand he got it. Never mind that he was a irked by the forwardness of the other deer; a little perturbed by the implications, but able to let it slide without too much discomfort.

Sammy nodded at the suggestions, "Sounds just fine to me."
It was a teeny, little white lie - as a creature of nocturnal habits, he had spent most of his time sleeping during the nearly endless days, only waking to drink and graze infrequently. Exploring hadn't really been on his list, so this... 'boulder ground' was something he'd never heard of.

"A race?" Eh... Was he ever one to give up on a challenge? Not really, but he was apprehensive of losing - it wasn't really in his nature to be a good loser. He didn't know where the finish line was, and he didn't know this deer, not really, and was always defensive about losing. A race would probably be a bad idea.

"I'm game if you are." the challenge was evident in his voice. Perhaps he could just... flag a little until he was sure where the end was? Yeah, definitely a bad idea.

Sam had no time to reply as the other deer bolted. He froze for exactly half a second in surprise before bolting himself.

As soon as he began galloping, he noted with annoyance the speed of the darker male. He pushed as hard as he could, often drawing level, but never over taking. It was a sinking feeling, but something he figured he brush off, uh... fairly easily.

As the ground became more strewed with rocks, it became more difficult to run flat out, watch for general directions from the flickering tail ahead and avoid tripping over stones.

After a short while it became clear exactly where this 'boulder ground' was, and the largest rock was easy to pick out. Sam put on another burst of speed, really pushing, only focusing on the end goal-

"ARGH!" His legs went from beneath him, his left foreleg throbbing. He landed heavily on the damp floor, the moist, compressed earth providing a harder-than-if-dry-surface as a place to land.

Sam shakily rose to his feet. He looked down at the leg, carefully examining the hoof. He'll live, but his pride... Well. As he watched the darker male triumphantly hit the top of the rock - his pride would take a little time to recover.