Feel free to track, but this RP is full. 4/4

So umm, I'm really getting into this stuff and I wanted to start my own. The character I'll be playing here is Manda (OOC, you can check his bio for more information) obviously, and this is meant to happen in a really chilly environment ( the Forest is nearing winter and the air is mostly cold, however there is no snow.).

This RP is meant to focus on character communication and conversation mostly ( prepare to get pretty deep, there may be adult themes here.) , but nobody knows what will happen if this actually progresses further than me talking alone huehue.

Under cut.

So umm, I'm really getting into this stuff and I wanted to start my own. The character I'll be playing here is Manda (OOC, you can check his bio for more information) obviously, and this is meant to happen in a really chilly environment ( the Forest is nearing winter and the air is mostly cold, however there is no snow.).

This RP is meant to focus on character communication and conversation mostly ( prepare to get pretty deep, there may be adult themes here.) , but nobody knows what will happen if this actually progresses further than me talking alone huehue.

Rules:

- Use unique stories and have an actual background/certain nature to your character. You don't have to have perfect english and you need not to worry about length, just make sure you write everything that's on your character's mind and don't just describe what your character DOES but what she/he THINKS and what gestures they make.
- No swear words unless absolutely necessary to your character, please.
- ANYONE can join, I don't care if you know Manda or not.
- Remember to be pretty active - I don't want to wait weeks for a reply as it makes continuing it hard for everyone.
- Remember to respect other characters and what they have to say.
- I would prefer if they have to check out their appearance. However, if they don't have one, describe it in the comment before you join.


Ready..set..go.

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The stag was shivering as the wind suddenly changed it's heading. The warm air that usually filled the Forest seemed to escape to the south, fearful of it's sibling that came down from the northern mountains breathing it's cold mist upon the Forest in attempt to take over. The wind kissed the trees harshly, clinging to them like an insect in its master's fur.

The stag was worried about the sudden change in the air. The rut was nearing its end, but it would take time for the other stags to finally calm down and start preparing themselves for winter. The ones who had does beside them were lucky; they had someone to take care of them while their intense hormones cooled down for another year. The stag didn't want to imagine what would happen to the losers of this year's rut - they were alone, their pride and respect had dropped to zero and on top of that, they were most likely injured. They'd have to struggle to survive, as the cold would make it harder for the wounds to close.

On his journey to find solitude from the rut's last fights, he found himself enjoying peace and quiet in the birch forest. It felt different today. Manda didn't come here too often, he didn't like the height of the birches, too far away to eat the leaves and the tree bark tasted horrible. Of course, as soon as winter would be coming he would have to swallow that yucky stuff in order to survive. The tree bark was easily accessible.

The birch forest seemed almost abandoned, if not for the sounds that the birds made. Most of them would follow the escaping warm wind to the south, and it seemed like they were already ready to make the journey. They were as surprised by the sudden change as the stag had been minutes ago. In the distance, the intense sounds of rutting were still noticeable, but the stag was glad that the sounds had quieted down quite a lot during these past few days. Even when the rutting deer had almost lost their minds to instincts, it was necessary. Even if created by lust rather than love, it would mean new fawns in the spring.

The stag eventually sat down by the playground rocks, seeking high ground to stay out of the cold air attacking the flowers. He shivered again as the wind entered his legs - they had always been sensitive to the cold. This would mean he'd be getting frost injuries early this year. Yay.
This month was the worst of the year, but at least there was one joy coming up - Velocity. Even the name alone brought an exciting warmth to the buck's heart. His mood was quickly ruined by the cold wind going through his face, blowing out one of his candles. Quickly he decided to try and bury his face in his thick orange fur, listening to the rut sounds that were nearing their end. It seemed like that in the distance, someone was losing.