ouo wittle bump

Of course she would,
c:
Well, whisper is very nervous of others, and has been partally mute for a few years,
so he needs to get over that and make some friends c:

ouo alright, I'll post soon~ reply whenever you'd like

gah, sorry this took forever, I've been lacking muse and have been busy with school, exams are coming, dundundun .n.

// a small twig snapped in half as a small black cloven hoof stepped on it, the creature jumped up, bolting forward before realizing that there was really nothing there but a small twig. it sighed, again walking at a slow place towards a clearing and a small stream. the stream had been his go-to place ever since he entered this forest. he'd lay next to the odd statue and sleep in the poppy flowers. he did enjoy flowers. but it was dawn, and he'd slept deeper in the woods after exploring out, and wanted to come back to get a drink, and sun bath a little until the rest of the inhabitants awoke. most of them were large, and very intimidating to him, so he tended to stay a good distance away, watching them.
he felt like he was alone now, a feeling he was used to. he dipped his small mask covered face down in the stream, taking a sip of water through the tiny slit in his mask while his long messy bang was dipped into the water as well.

whisper lifted his head slowly after taking a long drink, small droplets of water dripped off his mask back into the water. he glanced down at his front leg, which was a bit bruised from a scuffle the other day, and he had just the slightest limp. he let out a small muffled sigh before a gust og=f wind carried a smell from the forest, deer. but it was very close. he panic, tensing up and spinning around, searching the forest. he spotted a small fawn, but he was still nervous. his piercing blue eyes focused on the fawn,
// ono I know, it's terrible. /shudders

I can't edit my other post because I'm stupid, anyway here it isssss//


whisper stepped backwards as the fawn looked on at him, his blue eyes gazing intensely at her as he stopped and kept his head high, the last of the water droplets falling slowly from his mask, mixed with the now dry blood.
it wasn't a bad cut at all, just on his ear, he didn't even feel it. he lowered his head as the fawn sniffed at the air, watching and studying it.
he hadn't yet met a fawn in the forest, or even seen one. he'd been too busy hiding from and watching groups of deer from afar to notice fawns. he grew less tense and relaxed a small bit after thinking it over and coming to the conclusion that a fawn would not hurt him, it was just curious, like him.
he stepped forward, towards the river bank, tilting his masked face.
"....w-what do you smell?" he asked the fawn in but a whisper, curious of what she caught the sent of that was so interesting.

Okiedokie. <3

YISS. By the way, this is amazingly late. x3
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Pica, hunting through her memories of scents looking for this particular one, was deep in the 'library' of her mind in the children's section. Finding no scents that matched with the one she was scenting now, she shrugged mentally and filed it away. Another new scent. Turning her goldfish attention to the small of-same who gave the air of looking at her tensely, Pica saw the slow transition to a more relaxed attitude, and with that relaxed with it. Well. That went off good.

Resisting the urge to do her happy-hops, Pica instead turns her full attention on this shy-ish of-same and sniffs at him again. And yet - surprised by this question. "Uh? Pica be sniffin' at you, so guess that Pica smells... summat new. Metal-ish. Like some of the of-same's masks."
The only thing that Pica could really compare the scent to, really.

OH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

he asked the fawn in but a whisper

Whisper. I see. Hrrn.