Trackalacka

Thank you. :> I'm still a little clueless about him but we'll see how he will develope.

And trackers, don't think I don't see ya.

Ohh so purdy. -tracks-

Ooooo pretty boy. Hardcore tracking.

Yaay, tracking this. ♥

ooogh love the feathery withers and the shape of his head

always love me some quam characters

yaaaaaay! He looks awesome. Would love Jezabelle or one of my other deer to interact with him sometime.

Yaaas. Would love to catch him in-forest some day. :')

alcinda - That would be neat! I've always wanted to meet one of your characters. :>
Charrusekt -

Thank you! :> RPing sounds good! I have a small "plot" currently going on and everyone are free to join in the RP there, in case you're interested. Here's a link: x

Sure thing! Hit me with a note on DA. :>

Haha ... <3

Lieva sat some ways off from the wounded stranger, waiting for him to awaken or otherwise notice her presence before speaking. To her, it was peculiar that the stag had only a single injury; fighters here were usually covered with multiple wounds, like herself. "You make someone mad?" The doe quipped up finally, her eyes trailing down to the wound on the stag's leg.

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Hope you don't mind a 'lil post.

"You don't think so?" She repeated, confused by his answer. "Hhm." It seemed to her that he had no clue how he got injured in the first place. Lieva could recall every wound, every scar, every bruise. There wasn't a mark on her body that didn't have some kind of story to tell. "How'd you get it, then? Or do you not know?" If he didn't get it from a brawl of some kind, then where did it come from? Maybe he fell on a gigantic thorn. The doe scooted a bit closer.

"A human.. hunter?" Didn't know what a human was. For some reason, she pictured them being large creatures with sharp teeth and big horns. "What's a human? And is an arrow like a horn?"
The more she talked to the stag, the more interesting he became. He seemed.. foreign. And maybe he was. After all, she had stayed in this forest her whole life and never once heard anything about a human or arrow.
"I'm guessing you're not from around here." Lieva rose to her feet and attempted to close the distance between them, unless he shied or moved away from her.
"You're pretty lucky someone helped you. This forest can be a brutal place." She sat back down again, this time facing him with just a couple feet separating them. "I'm Lieva, by the way. But you can call me Lee."

A long thorn? That made it harder to picture what the humans looked like. They must have looked pretty strange, that's for sure. "Guess that didn't take long, huh?" Referring to the stag's run-in with the forest's not-so-nice residents.
Lieva offered a smile of her own when the stag gave his name.
"Hmm.. I've never really thought about that." Her head tilted to the side. "It's big enough to find your own space," she went on. "But small enough to run into the same deer every day." That was the only annoying part about it, really. There were way too many deer that she never wanted to see again. "I guess, in a way, it is endless. Think of it as a circle. If you walk long enough, you'll end up in the same place you started." Lieva never thought of the forest's endless loop as strange. It was all she knew. "On the bright side, once you've visited every nook and cranny, it's impossible to get lost."
"What was your home like?"

The doe closed her eyes for a brief moment and smirked. She had a lot of run-ins with maniacs, some of whom she considered to be family at one point. "Yes, sometimes." Lieva opened her scarlet eyes.
"Here, you either have to be strong enough to fight, fast enough to outrun them, or small enough to hide." It sounded pretty bad when she put it like that.
"Being here will make you stronger, if you don't die first." Her tone was serious, but then lightened. "Just kidding, but you should learn how to defend yourself if you don't already. If you are lucky, someone might save you. But I wouldn't count on it." Lieva would always help those in need. If they deserved it, anyway.
"I guarantee you'll make friends before you make enemies. If you're not an ass, you'll do fine here." Hopefully. He seemed like a pretty level-headed guy.
Lieva listened carefully as he described his home world. It sounded vast and huge. Lieva had never seen a mountain; the closest thing to a mountain they had in the forest was Red Hill. "This section of the forest is what we call the Birch Forest. Those are Birch Trees. Don't know if they are edible, I've never tried to eat a tree before.." She usually browsed the bushes and ate meat occasionally. "We have a lot of blueberries, though. And little animals to eat." Fish, rabbits, frogs, squirrels, birds. All were fair game.
"Did you plan on staying here?"

Hope you don't mind me throwin' Haytham at him again. <;
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  The fox, long tail dragging, had made it a goal to seek out the stag he’d tended do a few days prior. Anything to get him out and about. He hated sitting still for long periods that didn't involve hunting or tracking down animals. Especially as of late when getting on his paws and moving around seemed to be better than lingering in his own abusive thoughts.
  Between his teeth he held a folded leaf-like pouch. The smell of the leftover honey comb wafting up into his nose. While he wasn't sure or not if Marrok was even still alive—a wounded leg wasn’t good for anyone, never mind a deer—the fox liked to believe he was. Inner initiative giving birth to the hope he wasn’t tracking him down for no good reason.
  Growing closer to Marrok’s location, the second scent came into range. Another was with him. Or eating him. Err. It wasn’t until further investigation had him dipping his head in what could have been relief. It was a doe, and she definitely wasn’t eating him. In fact, his ears picked up the casual conversation they appeared to be having.
  “Hope you can find a way back,” he commented, sliding into the conversation as he drew nearer. “No place like home.” He came to a halt and placed the leaf pouch in the grass. Green eyes regarding both of them evenly. “What she says is true. Survival here is a bit intense. Different.” Maybe. He shrugged, once again remembering that Marrok probably didn’t come from the human world. Offering a tired smile the fox sat on his haunches. “How you holdin’ up, Marrok?”

Of course I don't! 8>

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Marrok's head turned to catch a sight of a familiar creature. His eyes followed the fox that made it's way to them.... unfortunately Marrok's memory had already lost his name.
He couldn't help but catch the change in Lieva's appearance and he looked a little perplexed by it. There sure were some strange beings in this forest... Though he didn't realize he himself might look strange in someone's eyes as well.
"Ahm... I'm fine. Alive." He replied Haytham's question. "Walking is still painful so I suppose I'll be sitting here for a long while." A small sigh.
"Hmh.. no, I was on my own before I got here. I was fine before the humans attacked." He granted the doe a faint, but perhaps a little fake smile. He chose not to tell them about his family or former herd. It wasn't a painful subject but he had been stupid to leave them. Stupid and arrogant.

"Lieva." The doe said to the fox. It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to clean the stag's wound and reapply the honey. But she'd leave that up to the fox; it seemed he knew a great deal about injuries and medicine than she.
"Hm." Lieva thought for a moment. "Why don't you give this place a try? It may not be as fancy or as big as your home world, but.." she went on. "I dunno, you might end up liking it."
Only because she wouldn't mind seeing him around again. "You might actually stand a better chance against some monsters in this forest than those creatures you call humans."

  “Some things here are almost as nasty as human beings,” the fox said blatantly. “People, animal, beast. Anythin’ with a sentient mind has the ability to be just as big a bitch as any.” A shrug as green eyes flicked to Marrok. “You’re set on home, but it’s a pretty good idea to gain friends while you’re here, at least.” There was a hidden notion there that the fox already saw a possible friend in the stag. If his actions from before hadn’t been enough. Even Lieva had gained some leeway into that note. She seemed like a fairly reasonable being so far, anyways.

The young buck fell silent for a moment. In his mind, the only thing he wanted to put effort to was to find a way home. Everything else - friends, enemies, allies - felt insignificant to him. He wouldn't stick around here, that he was sure about.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't have been grateful for the company and all the help he had received. If anything, he was in debt for all who had helped him - he wouldn't turn them away. And right now he found himself comforted by some company.
"Mm.." He murmured quietly. "I've been meaning to ask, are there any leaders around here? Or are everyone just on their own?" After a short silence he changed the topic and lifted his slowly lowered head back up to let his gaze scan the two.

"There's a few who like to think they are." She seemed almost bitter about it. "As he said, there are some who are on their own, and some who are a part of groups."

  Haytham raised his brows lightly toward Lieva’s rancor, but said nothing. Everyone had their reasons for something. Some were secrets, others were less than that. Turning to Marrok again, he spoke, “Never been one to really run with a group. I know a few people, though.”