October 20, 2010 - 2:34am — Emerald
A leaf cracked as it was crushed with a blunt hoof. More met their fate soon after, their broken forms laid out in an orderly trail. Wisps of cold air blew out from the nostrils of a young fawn, back still coated in neat white spots. Eyebrows creased in irritated concentration, he stalked along. 'It's freezing.' he scowled, making a show of blowing out even more cold air. Oh how he despised this weather. Another form walked silently past him, though it appeared to have not seen him yet. Syringe blinked and cocked his head, watching the figure get smaller and smaller. He made the decision to follow, and bounded after the tall grasses. Following a few feet behind, he took extra care not to make himself noticed.
He got a good look at the stag in front of him, whom was quite large and intimidating. Gray hairs flowed into place on his body, small scars were encrypted into his thighs and lower legs. They didn't seem to be caused by another deer, but... His thoughts were brought to a halt when a loud snort blasted into his ears. The young fawn shrank back, then jerked his body upright again defensively. The stag was staring at him, displeasure clearly written across his features. His stare was menacing, but most horrific of all was the tightly wrapped fabric across his mouth. It drew his lips together in an uncomfortable looking way, and there were hints of blood on the dull yellow cloth. Syringe dared to snort back, focusing on the others eyes rather than the deformed mouth. The grayish eyes glared back, and narrowed as the stag came closer, chest puffed out in warning. The fawn stayed put, determination rooting him into the ground. Confusion took the stag, and he gingerly sniffed the fawn's scent. 'Never smelled him before.' he thought, and shook his head. Nodding once, he turned his back to Syringe and settled on the dry dirt of the Birch Forest. The fawn plopped down right beside him, their fur lightly touching.
October 2, 2010 - 12:46am — Emerald
It was a calm, warm day in the forest. The sun had been hovering in the sky for some time now, and the grass was completely warmed from its strong rays. During this point of the day, the deer were either basking or lurking in the shade to avoid the heat. Underneath trees lay several deer, many dozing off in the serene atmosphere. The young Dieu himself rested underneath an oak tree as a gentle breeze slightly ruffled his fur. Every so often he would flick his head to the side, casting aside the long strands of fur that dangled over his mask.