I'll probably throw Nimh in her sooner or later, she really need some interactions. c:

Tracking for later <3

OOC: I'm throwing Krummavísur at him!

The first thing that came to the King's senses was the scent of blood. It roused him from his slumber, an ember eye opening to look at his surroundings. Red poppies were what greeted him first, enjoying their lovely red color. Then the source of the blood came into view; a red stag. The bear merely stared at the suffering beast.

OOC: Okay!

Krummavísur is sitting in the poppies!

She had just been traversing to the pond from her den in the birch, licking her chops as her stomach growled. A good, hearty meal of fish would do good. Besides, some distraction from recent events this past week was also due, even though things have increasingly begun to improve..somewhat. However, she was caught off guard by the sudden scent of fresh blood, and the dragon doe made a sudden detour toward the stench, curiosity, as well as hunger, getting the best of her.
Upon arriving at the scene, she was quick to realize that the source was a deer, and not smaller prey as she had hoped. The gray came to a halt, lowering her head slightly as she inspected those in the area, before moving scarlet hooves in their direction.
Ruby gaze wandered from the other females back to the wounded stag curled on the ground. Coming to a stop a few feet away, she cocked her head to one side as an eyebrow lifted. She had never seen a wound like this before. How did he manage to get a stick lodged in his thigh? Truth be told, she really didn't care all that much for the well-being of strangers, but this was a new occurrence...and he has a stick poking out of his flesh. How the hell do you manage that..
"Hm...not one of your better days, I assume."

Tracking for later. Might toss Rossamund in. c:

The answer for Marrok's question came from elsewhere and still giving few suspicious glances to the human faced doe he turned his head towards the another being that had approached. She looked much more... normal to him. She looked more like a deer, just like himself. It soothed him in some way and for some reason he became more convinced the stranger one wouldn't harm him either... at least the just approached doe didn't seem concerned of her.
"...Endless forest?" He repeated, other brow raising very faintly. "Is.. - why endless?" A little concerned mutter escaped him but he got distracted right after as his eyes met another creature. If the first one wasn't strange, then surely this one was. The new arrival seemed something so strange his black lips separated slightly in some kind of atonishment. He must have looked a little stupid for a moment.
What was this place...
"...No." That was all he could blurt as he was staring the grey being with his yellow pair of eyes.
Everything started to get a little overwhelming, he found himself surrounded by all kinds of beings in a place he didn't recognize. Even though, so far, they didn't seem to mean harm to him.

His ear soon twisted to catch another approacher and he thanked all the gods this one seemed much smaller than the others. Actually, this one, as well the dark doe, was something he recognized. A fox. He had seem some of those. He agreed with the fox's first comment silently in his mind but didn't say it out loud.
His eyes scanned the small canine's features for a short moment before opening his mouth. "..What do you suggest?" He was grateful his voice didn't shiver as badly anymore as earlier. No need to appear a total wuss in front of all these strangers.

Inali's attention flickered back to the antlered female, and both ears pricked. "Oh," she said with a faint hint of apology in her tone - perhaps she should have introduced herself first before jumping in. "I'm Inali," she greeted quickly, glancing back and forth between the red buck and the other females. She took only a couple steps closer.

Her slit-pupiled gaze shifted to settle onto the antlered fox who had just arrived, and an ear swivels forward to catch his words. A small nod of agreement was made, but she did have one suggestion. "If it's taken out, he'll bleed more. Perhaps we could find some moss to apply pressure and stop the flow once it's removed?" She looked down at the injured buck, her head tilting a fraction to the side. "Do you have a name?"

It was probably for the best that the buck wasn't aware of the lingering threat near by, the large bear-like figure attacking him would have been the worst it could get right now.
His head turned again, eyes scanning everyone in presence, accumulating all the information he could handle right now. The dark doe spoke again, turning the buck's attention. He thought about the doe's suggestion, he had no experience over healing wounds and could only wonder whether the idea was good or not. His head lowered a little, ears pulling back but not as a sign of aggression but rather in discomfort over the whole situation. A tiny, raspy cough passed through his black lips before replying: "I'm Marrok." he uttered, giving one more glance for the dark doe before moving his gaze to stare the more strange looking doe again who took her turn to introduce herself.
What she informed him about the next made his heart skip a few beats and his head lift again.
"You're screwing with me, right? How can a forest be endless..?" Before even thinking about it, he let the questions pass his lips.

A small head peeked from behind a tree, curious but wary. He had neither smelled nor seen blood since his birth, and wouldn't likely remember it. One could say it was the first time blood carried any association. As silent as a lamb, War watched the small crowd form around the injured stag. They all were speaking with worry on their tongues. Concern. it only made the whitetail babe nervous. The color of snow slowly started growing on his behind as each hair stood on end. No, he wouldn't run afraid. Not yet.

Blackened skin wrinkled and twitched as the scent of blood registered fully in the fawn's head. His heart skipped as instinct warned him to leave. Instead, dainty legs peeled War from the safety of the tree and toward the throng of other deer, where he could easily see the wounded stag through the small tangle of legs surrounding him. A hoof squelched in the blood as the fawn found an errant drop, but fascination tore his thoughts from anything other than seeing the wounded male up close.

Finally, the fawn stopped at the back edge of the crowd, watching the rivulets of blood seep from where the stick was embedded in the creature... the one like him but not like him. War had no word for deer. Soon, he would know the signs and sounds and scents of pain, though.

It took a while for the buck to take notice to the curious bystanders in the distance. The other one of the two seemed to be another one of those strange creatures with features of a human being while the other one looked like a regular fawn, small and curious, staring him past the forest of legs. It certainly started getting crowded here and if anything, he would feel the ultimate gratefulness if the stick on his behind would stop... hurting so goddamn much.
How many deer - or creatures there even were in this forest? Quite many, it seemed, or perhaps it was all just one big coincidence that everyone happened to stumble upon the scene right this moment. He was putting his hopes on at least someone having some greater skill on removing sticks from flesh.

The fox, Haytham, seemed to know something and even if he didn't, Marrok didn't actually see so many options here unless he indeed wanted to die of a bad infection. Although, the danger of infection would still linger even after removing the arrow.. Unconsciously he grunted slightly for the thought of anyone even touching the arrow. It was a painful wound.
He listened to the words that made him shiver on the inside, and even more so when his head turned to gaze at the large figure of a bear among the poppies. He hadn't seen the predator at all behind himself and now that he did, his heart started racing even harder.
What was the fox saying again? Did he hear right or was Haytham actually suggesting for the bear to come digging his wound with it's claws? He would be torn to shreads!
Wh-what..?? Marrok's eyes had opened wide by now and ears pressed against the back of his skull.

Ahhh you seem pretty occupied. Was gonna have Jeze pop by. Some other time fo sho B )

_{I am. Just waitin' for people to post, eheh. ,o,}

/throws Jezara

She waited. And waited. Nothing would happen, she knew. But still she waited. She had been waiting like this since she arrived here. Wherever here was.

Jezara sighed and stood up, her back being scalded by the hot sun. She stretched her tired limbs and glanced around. No-one could be seen in the surrounding area, so she pushed forward. Her muscles gently rippled under her beige and russet pelt, the soft, down-like hair dappled by the leaves so far above. Jezara's ears flicked back and forth cautiously, even though she felt wholly confident. Then she suddenly heard clear voices, slicing through the air like daggers. She froze, and sniffed the nearby trees. She could smell all sorts of things that dizzied her and cluttered her head. She decided maybe sniffing was a bad idea. She followed the voices and found a group of mix and matched deer and non-deer, all huddled together around one who appeared to be injured. Jezara straightened and took a deep breath.
"What's going on?"

  Haytham looked to Isela and shrugged. “Depending on what kind of arrowhead it is‚ pulling it out could be a lot easier or it can end up being a lot worse.” He strode forward, dismissing his earlier questions of asking the bear. His patience was riding thin anyways and standing around waiting on others wasn’t something he was up for doing. Marrok was in pain. The quicker this was over with‚ the better it would be.
  Call it casual friendliness and the need for not being an inconvenience.
  Tiny jaws parted‚ and even tinier paws propped themselves up on the stag’s haunch as delicately—and probably awkwardly—as he could. “Some arrowheads have barbs on them used to inflict pain and damage if it’s tampered with. And since I don’t exactly know anythin’ about what this one looks like considerin’ how deep it is in him‚ we can all take a gander at what it is when I get it out.” One green eye peered into the wound‚ attempting to get a glance at any sliver of metal or rock or whatever it was the end of this thing was made of before positioning his fangs around the shaft. He couldn’t see any barbs this close up‚ and the way it went in seemed fairly clean.
  So maybe . . .
  Slowly, and as close to the arrowhead as possible‚ the fox bit down and moved. A quick yank and the weapon was pulled free. His eyes went to the wound before glancing back at the arrowhead which was‚ as he had silently hoped‚ a regular flat-headed arrow with little notches ticked into the sides. He crunched the weakened shaft and watched as it broke in half at his paws in the grass.
  There was a soft sigh through his nose, a small sympathetic expression tossed toward Marrok for the pain he endured, before turning to the others. “Anyone know somewhere we can get honey? It’ll stop the bleedin’ and make sure there ain’t gonna be any infection. It speeds up healing, too.” Of course they would need to wash off whatever dirt was in it as well. “You think you can make it to the pond, Marrok?” he asked‚ turning his attention back to the stag as a little white brow raised questionably.

so fangirling right now
maybe tomorrow or yadda ill pitch something to you ♥

i think, i missed a bit too much to keep going o:

Marrok could merely listen to the others communicating around himself about the ways the arrow should be removed. Suddenly he felt himself rather helpless, pitifully hunching down there. His heart was racing for the thought of the upcoming operation, thoughts of just leaving the arrow where it was passed his mind several times, kidding himself that he would be just fine like that. Of course, he knew he wouldn't.
Every muscle of his body tensed when the time of the removal was closing in and the fox would approach his burning wound. His teeth were clenched so tight together that they hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain that would radiate from his leg the moment the arrow was touched.
The noises around him turned into mere buzzing and his head slammed the ground. But his black lips sealed the scream behind them and it came out muffled. The breath wheezed rapidly through the nostrils and swayed the near by grass and hay. He couldn't stay still, his body was struggling by instinct as it reacted to the sharp pain.
The pain eased slightly. It was still there but the same time his leg started feeling strangely numb. He sensed the others still around himself, staring. He wanted them to leave him, they had seen enough. Enough of this.
"Ugh..." Heavily huffing, head hanging as if he had just ran for miles, shivering he lifted himself higher with his front legs but didn't attempt to stand up. His mind didn't catch the words others spoke, but the last question somewhat reached him. "I - I don't even know where is that goddamned.." The last bits of his sentence weakened into mere mutters. His head finally turned sharply around to give his sore behind a look to assure himself all that pain just now wasn't in vain.
The arrow was finally gone. Innocently it stared at him from the grass near by.

Arrowhead...the term was unfamiliar to the dragon doe. However, it made it obvious that there was something on the other end of the stick, something that could be incredibly destructive to the flesh of those unfortunate to cross its path, such as the maroon stag lying at their feet.

She had listened in silence as the fox passed on his information, and remained silent as he moved to remove the arrow. The rush of blood that followed the passing of the arrow did nothing to the doe. She was as stoic as ever, outward and inward. Even as the stag writhed on the ground in the aftermath, she remained stock still. However, eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked on at his obvious discomfort; she didn't envy him this, but he was stronger than some. At least he wasn't one that would scream bloody-murder from the pain.

At the fox's mention of honey, she was about to mention the blue bowl until the small fawn beat her to it. There was a flick of her tail as he took off for the berry patch; would have been a nice opportunity to catch a to-go meal of her favorite snack. However, she left the fawn to it, and turned back to the others.

The newer arrival made her ears flick back and nostrils flare. How many deer were going to congregate? It would only invite trouble, and other predators to join the bear in waiting. She left the answering to someone else as she turned back to the maroon stag, suddenly feeling agitated by the influx of deer.

"It's not far from here," she answered in regards to the pond. "Just at the bottom of that hill." She gestured with her tail as she spoke, looking out in the direction of the source of water. Turning back toward Marrok, her gaze lingered on him for a few seconds as she contemplated. She didn't want to waste any energy on a stranger, but she didn't know the strength of anyone else here; he would need to be supported the whole way, and her size would be able to carry his weight. Stepping around to his other side, she lowered her head down to the stag. "You can lean against me." The sooner they started moving, the better.

  Haytham curled a paw, scooting the broken arrow toward Jezara. A thought to the fact that there was a possibility that, while he knew full well of a hunter’s arsenal‚ some of the others had probably never seen such objects before. Lessons all around, he supposed. Her second question he would note, but the answer was too bare already to give word. The fawn he noticed had indeed barged off in the direction of the blue bowl. Bees‚ honey. Yeah‚ there was a possibility there were hives there. The only problem was if the child could reach the hives or not.
  He probably had more of a chance than Haytham considering the fawn had longer legs and a higher jump than he did. A quiet, “Don’t hurt yourself‚” was murmured even though it was a little too late for the warning to pass. The fawn had disappeared beyond the brush.
  Isela’s induction was appreciated‚ and Haytham offered an approving nod or two to the ordeal. One last glance was cast to their "audience" before he dropped in stride with Marrok and Isela. So much commotion . . .
  “At least it wasn’t poisoned‚” he noted, attempting an uplifting topic of conversation as if to quell the mood. He wasn’t sure how the stag would react to the forest once he truthfully had a taste that the place was a practical prison unless you were capable of rift roaming‚ but something told him it wasn’t going to be cakes and candy. Ears back‚ the horned canine thought it best to leave such a conversation for when Marrok was feeling a little less under the weather.
  One step at a time.

  The pond itself was calm as it usually was. The common group of koi fish drabbling lazily beneath the surface as the trio approached. Haytham dipped down the bank, paws scrabbling under the surface of the water for rocks he knew were there. Normally you could find the flattened‚ curved stones near the crying idol. The waters constantly rushing‚ making the generally rough rocks there, soft, and in a sense "easier" to pick up in one’s mouth. It was a little trying with him considering his incisors‚ but it got the job done once you got it down pat.
  Minnows darted away from the cloudy water as the fox’s claws hooked onto one such stone‚ pulling it up far enough so he could grasp it between worrying paws. His long tail was held rigid as he balanced on his hind legs—he would never get used to this body no matter how long he lived in it—approaching Marrok somewhat before settling on his haunches again. The less spilled water‚ the better. Dew claws tapped on the curved sides of the stone‚ height once again a loss for him as he peered up at both deer almost expectant like.

Poisoned. Indeed, the buck was lucky in many ways, not only that.
His moving was, if not to say, even painfully slow at first but soon enough he seemed to get a hang of it. The graceful trail of blood merged with the shades of his coat and ended to the tip of his black hoof that tried not to meet with the ground.
After a moment of traveling across the strange and new land, a view of the pond opened in front of his eyes. Everything bathed in serene sunlight.
However, Marrok was not interested in sightseeing and with determination strived for the pond's murky water.
A few moments later his hooves sank into the mud of the waterline and the buck halted. The fox was up to something but Marrok's lips remained sealed keeping the question behind them. The rock was brought near by with some good effort of a small creature. That sure looked strange, though, had he never seen a fox walking on two legs.
His one ear twisted towards the fox. "Wouldn't it be more simple if I -" His sentence was interrupted as something pushed itself among their small group. A white, strange looking stag had appeared out of nowhere and the moment Marrok's sharp head turned to have a better view of this stranger, he found himself losing his balance by the heavy push.
His black lips curled, revealing the canine-like teeth as he groaned and fell down on his flank to the waterline. The pupils of the yellow eyes were contracted by surprise and soon by irritation as he looked up to whoever had pushed him. It soon became clear to him that it hadn't been an accident from the white beast's behalf.
He wanted to ask the white creature about his problem, but once again the question was sealed behind the teeth. Only his eyes were defiant, creating an intense stare up to the other, for now figuring out about his intentions.

Marrok remained unmoving like a statue. He did realize he was down in the dirt again but he saw no reason attempting to get up - only to give the other one a joy of pushing him back down. His dark ears were glued against the back of his skull in defiance and whatever the others would say or do, he did not let the gaze of his yellow eyes sway from the blue pair. The white stag had an upper hand but that didn't make the stubborn buck to bow to him.
Finally his black lips let some words pass them. "Pushing around the wounded. Seems like someone's up for a cheap ego-boost." His throat rasped the words out through the white teeth. Then a snort escaped his pointy nose as his eyes squinted.
"I don't need your life lessons nor I feel the need to prove myself - to you the least." The front legs pushed his soaked figure up siting again but his eyes didn't dare to let the white stag escape their gaze.

One of Nimh's ears gave an uncertain twitch while she watched the group. Clearly the injured buck was taken care of, she would just end up getting in the way if she tried to push her way forward to help. And what could she do anyways, that all those adults couldn't? She glanced towards her home at the Ruins, for a moment pondering about continuing on her way and leave this group alone, but her attention was soon back on them as the buck struggled to his feet and she silently cheered him on. Then he vanished towards the pond with Isela and the one who had pulled out the stick...no, arrow. The object itself had been scooted towards one of the other ones who had arrived, and Nimh curiously stepped closer to have a look at it. The arrow didn't look like any stick she had ever seen before, and the end with a sharp point - smeared with blood - almost screamed danger. The sight was enough to send cold shivers down her spine and Nimh quickly pulled back with a grimace and a sharp flick of her tail - no way she wanted anything to do with that.

The young female soon turned around and began to trot away, not after the group who had went to the pond, but not towards her home either. She was heading towards the Blue Bowl to see if the fawn would be in need of any assistance. A smile crossed her lips when she broke out in a gallop, and for a brief moment nearly forgot her task as she raced through the trees. But the sweet scent of blueberries soon hit her nose, and Nimh slowed down again as she headed for the large trees silently guarding the Bowl. She stopped next to one of them and searched for the fawn amongst the growth, knowing very well how a little child easily could hide among the berries. "Hello?" She then called out. "Did you find a hive?" Perking her ears, she waited for an answer, and a hint of where the fawn was.

The demon's words annoyed the young buck, but the same time he recognized the provoke in them. The other one clearly tried to make him act. Young or not, even Marrok was aware that wasting energy for merely "proving" yourself to strangers in this weakened state was stupid. Afterall, he had no intentions of sticking around in these parts anyway.
Despite his burning will to spit his defiance straight to the demon's face, he understood he would gain nothing by it. His one leg couldn't carry his weight, there was no way he could handle a fight right now.
"I told you, I don't feel the need for that. Let me make my own decisions of how to handle myself and don't worry your little head with it." The words slipped fast between his lips, the last bits he had meant to keep to himself but they managed to escape him as well.
With a heavy sigh he pushed himself up and standing again and found his footing on the soft soil. He was left there, peering the demon with his scorning eyes.

The fawn had disappeared into the thick foliage, hunting down bees. He first followed this one, then that, worrying as to whether he would be able to find one going home. Quickly, War was fuming. It was then that he heard the other deer call out. "None of the bees wanna go back to the hive... I can't find out where they're hiding." The fawn peeked up, trying to make himself visible. It was hard, though, as he was actually still quite small, though growing daily.

The fawn was quick to leave the bees and run up to greet Nimh, smiling. "Can you tell from here where the bees go back to?" A one-track mind, typical of a young male, was as apparent as a candle in the dark. The bees moved back and forth from the trees, not seeming to stop at one in particular. It was apparent that the babe was growing agitated... it seemed that this "Awakening" he had experienced hadn't really caused him to mature at all past the attitude of his current physical age at least in this aspect. A very pouty frown crossed the rut child's deerish mouth.