I lurrve roleplays. Though sometimes I can be slow of reply since I'm in the middle of moving and go back and forth from packing to internet aha. And I'm a bit rusty as well.

@Bayleen {that's fine. ^^ I understand, I've been through a move a couple months ago. It really eats up time. So would you like to?

Alrighty then! That works. I'll head over there now, if you like. Do you want me to make a starting post, or would you prefer to do so?

@cloudandis {that would be swell!

You can do the honors c:

One misty morning, Silas lifted himself to his feet, sleepily gazing out at the grey forest beyond the ruins. He yawned, stretching and shaking his head back and forth to wake himself up. It was quiet in the forest, other than the constant murmur of cicadas.
He decided to leave the ruins to walk and enjoy the scenery.

{let's start from scratch and build up from there.}

The fog was thick that morning, but Silas had taken this same route many times before. It had become an effective routine to stretch his legs and be ready for the day ahead. Looking around to make sure no one was awake around him, he let his mask drop from his face to hang by the string around his neck. The coolness of dawn was jarring but wonderful. He shook the dew from his fluffy mane and broke into a trot as he entered the Birch forest.

-track-

Silas slid to a stop, picking up on the call of another deer. It wasn't too far away. He quickly put his mask back on, calling back.

The masked buck called again, looking around. One of his ears turned towards the quiet sound of rustling grass. Being a smaller deer, the grass was tall enough to reach the base of his neck. Deer with more... privileged height advantages teased him about how small he was sometimes, but all the ones his size got a little of that every now and then.
Sure enough, blades of grass were stirring to his left, making way for what he suspected was the caller. He sniffed the air. It was the scent of a stranger mingled with earthy traces of moss.

"My coat is pretty thick, so I'm fine. Besides, I like a little chill." He stepped a little closer, lowering his head, the mask smiling down on the monarch doe, his ears forward. "You're shivering.. Do you want me to help keep you warm?"

Silas welcomed it happily, just as comfortable with the physicality of the matter. "Thanks, I made it myself!" He joked. "My name is Silas. Silas Djinn." He smiled beneath his mask.

{Don't worry about it!}

He nodded quietly. "Is ... is that ok...?"
He sounds a little nervous about it.

"Then let's not waste this precious time!" Silas reared back, bringing his hooves to the ground and breaking into a run through the rippling grass, his small figure leaping into view every now and again like a trout jumping out of the water.

hearing the thud, Silas turned and saw what had happened. He rushed over, concerned. "Are you alright?!" He coughed through the dust.

"It's alright, I'll stay here with you until you feel alright enough to walk." He said, lying beside her. "How bad does it hurt? I hope not much... Can I help in any way? "

"There's a security to be found in having something to look up to. What better than a sight like this?" Silas watched the newborn rays pierce through the grey, glowing softly in the thinning mist. The grass stirred with the wind, and Silas's mane with it. The white centers of the 'eyes' on his back seemed to glow with the morning light.

Silas was focused on the beauty of the morning, and didn't see his doe companion's change of expression. Birds began to sing above their heads, calling to each other. A cry in the distance from a waking deer searching for his friends. Closing his eyes, Djiin simply basked, trying to keep anxieties from racing through his mind.
Focus on the warmth... he thought to himself.

The buck turned to the singing doe, and noticed this. He said nothing, but leaned his head over to nuzzle her, the soft fur of his mane wiping away the tear. He knew to keep quiet and let her say whatever was on her mind if she chose, although he wanted desperately to help her, whatever the problem may be.

"It looks like we have something quite in common. Perhaps not the same, but very much in common." The stag's smile contradicts his tone of voice. It sounds as if he's dwelling on a long buried memory.

Silas stood to accompany her. Watching the leg carefully and doing his best to help her stand. "Are you sure you're ready to walk?"

"It looks worse than it feels," Mariposa reassured, solidifying her balance. She glanced back at her leg, which she kept propped up.
"It might take a while to reach the Pond, but I'll just have to bunny along for a while.."

Mariposa began to limp out of the Birch Forest and onto the moist ground. "Just like a bunny see? Hop hop hop-- ouch."

Mariposa just giggled and continued to limp-hop forward, pausing every so often so she could stay beside Silas.

"I'm sure if everyone was a butterfly," Mariposa began, "All the problems would just go away. We could just be beautiful butterflies, and not care about anything else except being happy and beautiful."

{It's all good! Hope you're feeling better!}

"They're my favorite forest creature," the doe hummed. "Why wouldn't they be? No one can dislike such things.."

Mariposa shook her hair to one side of her and gave a huff as she limped along. She noticed the ends of her hair beginning to matte with mud and leaves. Sometimes she hated her hair and wanted to cut if all off if she could. It got in her way and dirtied easily. Still, she left it alone. Though a nuisance, it did provide her with warmth and comfort when she felt alone. And she wasn't quite ready to let go of that yet.

They trekked, slowly but surely, through the green forest. The faint stir of water could be heard now.