Chapter Seven – Occupation

The crows, after about five minutes of flying and prodding, finally led our Turkey into yet another large clearing. This clearing was different than the previous one with the brook though. In the last one, there was immense shading due to the trees, which provided much comfort to the three. However, in this new clearing, there was no cover, just bright sunlight that made Turkey wince in pain.

“Are you coming or not?” the childish voice of Bartleby rang a bit farther out. Only a small glitter on the ground betrayed his location, which the crows knew to be his golden hooves sparkling in the sun. Turkey didn’t move though, he was far too busy examining the upward sky for birds to notice even his new Master’s voice.

Debit and Credit, feeling the discomfort of the beating sun on their backs and usually easily irked to begin with, each grabbed one of Turkey’s ears and dragged him to a small abandoned shed that sat in the middle of the clearing.

Bartleby had already fearlessly walked in when they got there, and the crows, too hot to really care, immediately flew in without bothering with Turkey. He wouldn’t have gone in anyway, the sight of the little run-down building made him paw the ground in fear. The smell of it was strange and irregular, as if it was trying to be several things at once… Smoke… leather… cologne… Of course Turkey didn’t know the names of these things, but even at his low intelligence, he knew that they meant danger by instinct.

On the other hand, his three friends had just walked in without a care. Did this mean it was safe? Turkey didn’t know… Very reluctantly, with his tail between his legs, he slowly walked in.

The shed was quite empty. It was really just a shell of a building, but to the animals, it was a shield from the hot sun. Turkey felt at ease almost immediately as a cool bit of air rushed at him.

[=white][i]I barely had time to stand up before I was overtaken by a violet blur, followed closely by a mass of much darker fur.

Do not think I failed to notice your amusement when Amary and I greeted each other with more than just bows, Darkweaver...
It is a good thing Cousin was not there as well. I would never hear the end of it. And I already hear enough!

It was not long before another flurry hoofbeats could be heard, this set much more sedate than my wake up call had been. Tally I believe, following closely behind a young stag with skeletal markings of gold in dark blue fur. There was something familiar about that one.
And it seemed this young one was doing everything in his power to get on Darkweaver's last nerve. That little red one who suddenly sat in the flower patch was rather confusing as well...copying the skeletal-marked one in moving about Dark's legs like a cat would.

An impromptu staring match began.
But my attention was soon diverted elsewhere, by a stag who came asking for antler spells. I obliged, but Amary took off towards something in the distance. Where, I could not tell.

Before I knew it, Amary was returning...along with a black and white stag I was not sure I had met before...

...and yet, still I could see the staring match of sorts continued. It seemed to have picked up a few followers as well, standing around but gazing upon no one in particular.

A few more deer I am sure I shall not remember, as a few had no name, passed through the area Amary, the fellow introduced as Steele, and I stood. That one soon said his farewells, quickly departing.
But not before being nuzzled by Amary before he disappeared completely.
Just what does that one mean to her?
And why am I so bothered?

Perhaps I shall find out soon, but at that moment we headed back to the contest of wills.

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Tenley walked slowly, listening to all the strange, new sounds around her. Her three-toed hooves thumping silentley on the cement." now, what should i do in my 'new life'?", she thought. She started onward with a light gallop, soon turning into a run. She moved silentley like a ghost on water, her mind went blank. The wind slid through her sleek fur, her mouth open as she laughed. She slid to a stop, heaving her chest to breath." feels great to run!", she shouted. She looked around to see if any other deer were around, just then, her eyes met another deer's.( someone come in on this part please).

You know the one mask tat elyana and others wear? The one that looks like a human face crying blood? How do you get that?

Your arm hold me tight
They keep me together
Their is saftey in this bind
That Im sure no one could break


Rock solid you have been
For me for many years
Never lettting me fall
Or crumble into pieces


But restraint is hard on the soul
I feel shackled
And unable to breathe


Come now and set me free
Open up your arms and release me
If I fall
I will find a way to catch myself
If my heart breaks
Ill hsve to piece it back together

No offense to you
You have always been great
But separate paths me must take
And this bind between us we must break
For now and forever
I must make my own way

A shared bio for the crow brothers. Again, more to come. The story is going to take a rather unexpected turn soon so I'm being cautious on what I put here. Anyway, enjoy and be sure to press play on the playlist for character/mood fitting music :3 I'd also like to thank Rell for the group shot of the two and MidnightShadows for the picture of Debit.


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Ok, my "Darkweaver" has been pretty well inactive for the last several months. Those who were here last year may remember him as one of those who had been in the Baal storyline, and had many journal entries, usually circulating around fighting.

You may even (or primarilly) remember him in Scythe's plot, as the one who killed Wesker (who came back to life, more powerful).

He hasn't been in a fight since around last November, and hasn't been in a spar either. This pretty much leaves the character overally a bored husk that hasn't been used the way he was created to be, for a loooong time.
And has left him uninspirational and unable to write more entries.

So, here's my proposition.
If anyone wants to spar or fight with the old grump, please tell me here. <3
This must be drama free, with no interferrance from outside deer.

Extra note: You don't nessessarilly HAVE to fight DARKWEAVER. You can choose one of my other STAGS as well. (IE Mar Sart, Archelius (Day or Necromancer forme, I'll let you pick), Tiralarc (inactive but available to spar), Nekura, Aves, Daiki, and Spill... if you can put up with Spill's constant ROFL'ing in the mean time.)

All spars will take place within a large mushroom circle, which will serve as an arena. Hopefully onlookers will get the idea with the arena prospect. <3
They will also be partially OOC. As in, in the spectrum of cannon or not, they never actually happened except in maybe AU (alternate universe) form. The characters can still be theirselves and act as they would in character, but not have lasting impact. <3

Like if someone's deer in 'injured' in a fight, it's not to last past that instance. They'll be 100% upon leaving the arena.

I invite other deer to watch, but not interrupt.

Far as fighting goes, please try to remain realistic in your deer's ability. If you think your deer should be getting tired, it's ok to back up and bow once.

Can someone please create a picture of my newest doe, Tenley? Read her bio for how to draw her! HEr biography is in my blog! And, it doesn't have to be perfect, It's always the thought that counts, right? Thanks!

Warning! Mature content