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Well, I've decided to challenge myself. I need to get used to RP-ing without speech with Moss, since he can always use friends and I can always use the practice! This'll be a learning experience.
Note: Moss is unable to use human language anymore. The only thing he can say is 'Awel' (his true name) and that is what he will introduce himself as to anyone new. He speaks through body language and the occasional feral noise, but feel free to have your character get mad at him for not speaking! haha It's all a part of the game.
Please make sure to keep me on my toes here! Also, please be sure to use proper spelling, grammar, include punctuation, etc. as I will be doing so for you to the best of my ability. Please keep it to a four sentence minimum as well, so I have something substantial to reply to!
Anything below these standards will be overlooked. I know, I can be anal about this. I just feel that if I do my best, I would like yours in return!
Either you can start or I will, just let me know!
-Thanks,
Bee <3
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|I would love to RP with him.
Morning light shed upon the forest like a warm blanket. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. It was just the right amount. Dew gathered upon the leaves and stems of the many trees and plant life, drawing one particular doe to wake up and tend to her 'friends'.
Aneirin stretched her nimble legs and shook her coat, making dew droplets scatter to the wind. The Blue Bowl was already alive with activity. From butterflies to birds, each different type of species flew about, acknowledging their friend's appearance.
Smiling, Aneirin could already hear the sounds of the trees calling out to her. A part of her often thought they'd uproot themselves to find her on certain days because, unlike the deer who had limbs and could roam, trees stayed in one place all the while they grew up. It was a sad and boring life to sit day after day with no one to talk to except your neighbor, but that's why Aneirin was there, and trees always had something to talk about.
Oh, the stories they could tell!
One particular tree wouldn't stop whispering through Aneirin's mind: the Old Oak. It seemed that ever since she'd found her ability, that one had called to her the most. Only when she got close enough to be sensed, did the tree's aura calm.
Aneirin cocked her head to the side, blinking past the purple mask she wore, and walked up to the Oak. It hummed at her and she giggled, resting her fluffy white cheek against its bark to hear what it had to say.
|Hope that was okay.|
||It was beautiful, dear.
Beneath long lashes the once-koi gazed at the tree. Moss witnessed a peculiarity as a deer came up and leaned her face against the rough bark. The aged tree seemed to emit a happiness from this. Maybe this deer, this doe, was sensitive as he was? Or maybe something more? If she was sensitive, she must also be... well... sensitive to presences as well. For now, Moss decided it would be best to just sit among the hyacinths and watch. He would decipher her before deciding whether to approach, just for fear that she may dislike trying to talk to a non-talking deer. After all, she seemed able to listen well. Maybe she wasn't a talker.
The black and white stag, ears tilted gently in her direction, rested still as if he hadn't even noticed.
|^_^ Thank you. And Moss
Closing her eyes, visions of the past went streaming across the backs of the doe's eyelids, showing Aneirin a new story. First a couple of blue jays happily fluttering about pink flowers. Their wings contrasting beautifully against the pink hue the flower petals put off. With another flash, Aneirin was brought to the attention of the Pond. A place where koi fish dived and dipped amongst the lilypads as if playing a neverending game of tag. Their shimmering colors were wonderful as well, for each ray of sunlight that bounced along their scales, it reminded her of stained glass.
The doe began placing pieces together as soon as each picture came into process and when she'd had the full story. It was funny, really, how this story seemed to come about and Aneirin couldn't help but laugh nervously as she leaned away from the tree.
"Are you trying to tell me something about the animals?" she asked. Getting only two pictures caused her to become a little confused. Birds, pink flowers, fish swimming amongst fresh lilypads. Usually there were more, but after showing the Pond, the tree seemed to dim into darkness.
Then there was something....
Aneirin blinked and spun around, her ears erect as she scanned the surrounding area. Stopping immediately once she came upon a black and white stag who looked to be as though he was, indeed, watching her.
Aneirin blushed madly, embarrassed that she'd been caught practically nuzzling a tree. Even worse being caught by a stag. She was already made fun of enough as it was. Being called names such as "Tree Talker" or "Bark Lover." She cowered lightly, lowering her head and flattening her ears.
But then there was hope.
Maybe he didn't see. Maybe he thought I was just scratching my shoulder. Aw, come on. Who's going to believe that? You were standing there, leaning up against the Oak for a good five minutes!
Hope vanished.
Aneirin cleared her throat, however, and stood up as straight as she could without her legs trembling. Wordless, the doe took a step towards the stag and lowered into a bow. Maybe being respectful would clear the vision he might have gained.
The Watcher was more blunt in
Moss smiled warmly and purposefully toward the doe before rising to his hooves. He whispered in his mind an apology to the Butterflies that he had dislodged from himself or maybe disrupted with his antlers. 6 feet tall from his hooves to the tips was an impressive height, and he always had to be careful of the flying things. His eyes tried to lock on Aneirin's own, not leaving as he performed a sweeping bow of his own. They flicked away at the last moment, just before he rose again to four hooves.
To make a confession, Moss too was nervous. He had not encountered anyone that might request he talk, as he only had been around friends until now. The quiet stag would refuse to show his nerves, other than his tightly-pressed tail that seemed to be spread as if flagging yet not raised. He could keep the thing down, but doggone it he could not keep the hairs on it from spreading out in that characteristic manner. No matter, at least he now had someone around that noticed his silent presence. He curiously wondered what she would do next.
Aneirin looked up from her
"Um, what's your name, sir?" Aneirin asked finally, while hearing a breeze whisper through the branches of the trees. As if the plants themselves were laughing at her question. What was so funny? Did they know something she didn't?
The stag's ears suddenly
"Awel." The word came forth slightly guttural, just so you knew the mouth that it came from was less than human. They were accompanied by a polite nod so as to not seem entirely feral. Moss still knew his manners, after all. It was still weird introducing himself with the Gods-given name, even though he was grateful enough to say it.
The redness of a light blush threatened to break through his furred face and tint his already pinkened nose a darker crimson. Well, at least this time he sounded more... capable with his lack of voice. Briefly the stag let his eyes peer sightlessly to his lower-right. The magic in the ground seemed to crackle, as if something was going on between the doe and the plants. One flare of his humanoid nostrils could smell it, but he just couldn't put his dewclaw on what was going on.
Finally, the stag attempted to decipher her gaze with his own gentle and curious one.
Aneirin cocked her head
Aneirin's ears drooped and she smiled, lifting a hoof. "It's nice to meet you, Awel," she said, her voice more uppity now that she was able to get through introductions without being teased. "Do you come here often?" The doe felt she should stick with as many "yes", "no", or "maybe" answers as possible so she didn't frustrate the stag. She didn't like to cause any problems, even if they were by accident.
Moss laughed at the magic in
Her question was simple, which momentarily caused some skepticism to brew within the stag. Maybe she's just being polite, huh? The thought crossed his mind and he latched on to it like a hungry fawn to a teat. Did he come here often, though? He came often enough, it was decided, so he nodded. Each movement that followed was calculated: scraping the ground with a hoof, tilting his head gently, scraping again. They symbolized something simple, an offering of a rest. He did not need to move more than his head, maybe his ears and facial expressions, to get many points across. Would you like to join me, Aneirin?
The rhythmic-like movements
But, thanks to Falo, she knew better.
Aneirin nodded in return to Awel's question. "Alright. Where are we going?"
She was smiling now, happy because she was able to communicate with the stag without causing any frustration. She could be like the trees and how they used expressions or pictures to show what they were saying. Of course there were those who thought the trees moved merely because of the breeze, but Aneirin knew better. They only did such things to blend in and look normal to the ones who wouldn't understand their speech. Like humans!
A part of her was also happy because of the fact that, even if it was a bit kiddish, both of their names started with the letter 'A'. She wasn't sure why, but something told her they'd get along because of that.
So she somewhat understood,
Moss' ears rotated nearly constantly as they walked through the forest. He frequently turned to look at her, making sure she was keeping up alright with his lengthy strides. It was a disadvantage to have long legs when walking with others, but he enjoyed strolls sometimes. It was good to wander with others. Trees swayed, and as Moss assumed, they did so in the breeze that ruffled his thicker winter fur. The only tree he imagined was capable of some speech was the Great Oak herself, as she often hummed different songs when nobody but he was around to hear. He often wondered if she was gathering sun just to create magic for the Forest. She probably was.
The sound of a mechanical saw at work filled his ears, and the stag coughed quietly. He had not been focusing on himself and wound up walking straight through a tree. Ears pulled slightly back, he looked to Aneirin to see if she had seen. Not many deer in this forest were so genetically tied to the place that they followed its laws of physics. Many might find this weird. Awel did not know if he should stop or keep moving. It all depended on the doe.
With an almost bounce to her
But then caught herself. How could he explain an entire story to her through body language? Was she capable to understand what all that movement would mean?
There was only one way to really find out.
Shiiing.
Aneirin looked up toward the sound of something she hadn't heard before only to be pelted in the head with an acorn. She squinted and shook her head before refocusing on Awel who stood...on the other side of a tree? Even now she could see the blue sheen of magic disperse just around the truck. One ear drooped while the other stood straight up in a questioning manner. The whole expression she gave off pretty much said, "Did you walk through that tree just now?"
((I need an idea for a
((I dunno, Seed. I'd expect
The stag saw her expression and stopped. Yep, that was the better of the two ideas. He looked from the doe's confused face to the tree and back. Momentarily the stag's soft ears mirrored Aneirin's own before he backed up and was again greeted by the sound and blue smoke. There Awel stood, with a tree seemingly spearing his midsection, biting his lower lip. Yeah, I did. It felt funny, but he could feel the magic from the tree pulsing through him and back to it. A slight smile crossed his face as he again removed himself from the tree. Moss nodded and turned in a circle. See? I am okay.
To be honest, sometimes the stag ran through the trees for fun. He liked the sound they made and the feel of their magic tugging at him as he moved quickly through. It was never out of disrespect to them, no, but if he did disrespect them he did not notice. Moss' face reddened and he moved again to tap for her to follow. They were almost to the Pond now. Moss would send a silent greeting to the koi as the pair passed it. After all, he was a once-koi himself.
Awel waited for her to follow again. Maybe he would awe her with a little floating later, if she wanted to see more abilities. She might even think he was a ghost. He chuckled a little on the inside because of that.
Aneirin's brows arched in
But that reminded her of something. Whenever she placed her cheek up against a tree, she could sometimes feel the pull of her skin toward the bark. As if she was melting into the tree itself. Again, that had only happened to her cheeks, but what about her entire body? Could she truly become one with a tree? Of the forest?
The thought of it made the doe a bit curious, but at the same time cautious. What if she truly became a part of the tree, yet never turned back into a deer? She'd already spent her life a tree once, she didn't want to do it a second time. Not with how much freedom this form gave her. So, instead, she quickly followed after Awel.
In the distance, her eyes could pick up the sparkling waters of the Pond.
((Alright, think I got
Seed's hooves glided over the surface of the water. He passed over the koi as he leapt, his hooves touching the water for only short beats before lifting off again -- between his speed and the forest's magic, he kept skimming the surface, leaving ripples... Until he reached the center of the pond and then he came to an abrupt stop.
Splash. Into the water he went, swimming back as a frog and re-emerging in the shallows, setless and dripping, shedding flowers and leaves. As the water dripped off his bare fur and followed his woodgrain in little rivulets, Seed began to recall his spells. His light-hearted steps carried him to the waterside and a willow by the mouth of the river. By the time he reached it, all his magic was back in its place, taking away the starkness of his green leaves and the mossy patch on his back.
"Aaah....How nice..."
He flopped down beneath the willow and had a look-around for anything interesting.
Even so sunset, like a
Gloom around her allowed crease in dark surroundings and undergrowth around her perfectly then they can hide. So... almost perfectly. Whenever she looked for places until moon shone, her scarlet eyes for a few uncomfortable moments shone into the darkness and to whom and where scared.
Nearly dance steps, and leaped over a bubbling brook and leaped from a small rock on a small spacious pasture. She looked around and then left to become stiff when she saw someone in front of silhouette.
@Rhhya Evening fell quickly
Evening fell quickly over the forest. Crickets chirped in the grass, scared up by the large beast's hooves as he meandered through the darkening woods. He could hear the bats flapping overhead, their flights sweeping in wide arcs as they snatched bugs from mid-air. Despite an almost constant presence from the bats, the stag's ears perked as he was alerted to another.
Quietly the stag moved out into the clearing, ears erect and eyes scanning for anyone that could have made him go on alert. Thankfully the Gods had granted Moss-Awel good night vision, so it took him just a short time to notice the almost invisible black doe.
Awel stood there watching her. Had he just stumbled on something he should not have? Had he scared her? The stag did not know really what he would do to explain himself, as he was mute, but he might try something.
The hart gave a bow in her direction.
@Seed
Another had been frolicking in the waters of the pond, his body not in the shape of a deer. A frog swam and leaped over lilies, croaking happily. Unlike the other frogs, though, this one carried the golden light of a pictogram above its slimy head. Awel hopped into the water again with a loud plunk and gave a few kicks of his small but mighty legs before...
The stag grunted as he heaved himself from the pond, tossing a glare back at its depths. Koi weren't supposed to want to eat frogs. Awel-Moss had so narrowly escaped with his life there, almost losing himself to the vacuum of a well-fed fish's mouth. As he shook, the stag returned to his original black and white coloring. His fur, as usual after a swim, was wild and messy and plastered just about everywhere it wasn't supposed to be. 'Maybe the sun will dry me enough?' A vain hope for the stag, but a hope nonetheless. It was then that Moss spotted Seed beneath the willow. He looked... different than when they had played at the Lightbringer's convention, didn't he? The hart brushed the thought away as he moved over in the other's direction, lowering his bulk to the ground close enough to not be in his space, but far enough that if he did not want to visit, that would be fine as well.
@ChainArt
The stag's hooves squelched into the mud at the water's edge. The bank sucked at them, leaving imprints in the places he had walked. Momentarily the being paused, staring into the depths of the pool. Koi bobbed up to the surface, watching the pair of deer move at the edge of their home. A small smile crossed the once-koi's face. Remembrance momentarily colored his eyes as he reminded himself of the good times that had accompanied koihood.
Quietly Awel dipped his face to the cool water for a hearty drink. One of the less-sizeable koi swam into the shallows as close as it dared get. The being continued to lap at the water, seemingly unaware until the young fish got too close. Moss nudged the carp with his nose, a snort blowing out of it as the young thing's mouth nipped at the offending protrusion as if it questioned why it was there. A rather large splash later, the fish had returned to the depths of the pond. It seemed that they only knew what Moss was if he were in his deer form and not covered in the magic of the forest, be it animal magic or otherwise.
Moss rubbed his cheek against his inner foreleg to dislodge the water that had gotten splashed into his eye. Once it was clear, he craned his neck to look at Aneirin curiously.
Quadda hesitated. A bit
But when he bowed, her body a little loose. Carefully pulled her head to look at him. Her expression was also seen in the dark. It was like looking dog who is afraid of his master and just quietly without words asking if done something wrong... Carefully inspect silhouette in front of him, to get him measured and estimated how big the risk is. She was afraid to look him in the face, the eyes, make him unnecessarily upsetting... Branching antlers on his head for her because it was automatic preference for male (but how many times i hit the antlers female...). Gently cringed a little shocked and replied delicate bow.
"Who are you?" it eventually fell out very quietly.
Thank goodness she began with
"Awel."
The stag introduced himself with the name the Gods had allowed him, and that being the only word he could ever say. It was apparent that his voice did not sound capable of real speech. He sounded animalistic, feral. Gently, the beast let his demeanor soften. She was just as fearful as he was, after all. There was no need to make the fear greater by holding a stiff demeanor.
Awel-Moss tilted his head as if to ask her name as well, and what made her so scared. He allowed his neck to relax, lowering it to a more appropriate level in hopes that his large frame would not intimidate her too much. Maybe, just maybe she would be good company to him this quiet night, wherein every other deer seemed to be asleep.
She jerked him softly when he
Although it had always attached ears, her tail slowly rose into the air. Understand all the signals of her body together could very confused. Once pulled a piece of its odor, she pulled back and remained stiffly standing there, waiting for the next step in his direction. "And this... is your name?" she asked quietly, eyes watching somewhere on his chin.
As the doe reached to catch
The stag's tail wiggled curiously as he watched her demeanor change from scared to confused. Why was there any confusion? This confused Moss as well. Only when she spoke did he understand. The stag nodded once in affirmation. Yes, one of his names was Awel.
She then slowly pulled away
Again she looked at it briefly. Trying to figure out what he was thinking, and if it is particularly peaceful conduct fact, or is it vice versa cover. Tail lowered slowly and once again tried to find his scent, this time took her time and was in no hurry. "Do you mind if I bother you? Nights are the recent cold, and moreover, I am not like being alone at night."
She was more perceptive than
The crickets made light chirps in the dying grass. It was as if they tried to keep Summer alive for one more night. Winter was fast approaching, leaving Autumn in its wake. Autumn here was always short, he'd heard. And tonight, it seemed, it had already begun to snow. The flakes started and fell silently. Moss moved his gaze from Quadda a moment, looking up, only to be rewarded with an icy flake on his thin-furred nose. When he brought his gaze back to her, it was affirmed in his mind that it definitely was going to be a cold night.
She looked at him. Such a
"You're the first piebald deer, which I see, you know that?" started after a short silence, and turned her head toward his face. His quiet response was odd, but not so complicated that it can not understand.
He allowed the close contact,
Needless to say the stag had found difficulties hiding in the past, with such a vibrant coat.
The doe was looking at him.
Legs pulled closer to his body and pulled back a little in advance in such a way that their pastern placed over the front legs.
When the silence grew between them, and she finally released, again at him. Few who showed his true face, a few who are in these woods looked naturally, without frowning...
Briefly stirred and looked up over them. Snow flakes slowly falling, and she reached out her head and stuck her tongue out and apparently tried to catch a snowflake on the tip of the tongue. Instead, she landed on her nose.
The stag's back was now
She saw his gaze and quickly
Her body is cooled quickly. Her hair did not grow stiff winter coat as it should and so she shook it a few times. Slowly eased his camp and stood up.
"Do... do you mind if I lie down... closer? I'm cold." she asked after a moment.
The stag was surprised that
As soon as she was settled, Awel resumed his scanning of the area. He could feel her heartbeat, and found it to be much quicker than his own. Was she always scared? There was no need to be. Moss was a creature of constant peace, after all.
When he nodded, she carefully
Her heart was still fast to keep up and constantly reminded her that have to be careful, and that even if he is kind, friendly, and - perhaps - a sympathetic companion may stand in the raging monster, as it already happened several times. After a brief moment she opened her eyes and looked at his face and then in the direction watched. When he not focused on her, lifted her head and intently studied his antlers. Perfect weapon, but somehow counting on to fight not because bore no significant signs of wear. Or have antlers changed, who knows...
When he was not looking, she reached out and pulled one flower of his antlers.
The stag allowed it, though
He studied the female out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep from staring at her. He believed staring at females was something one didn't do, maybe out of fear that he may become like any other stag that went lustily after every doe he saw. No, he felt only respect for does. They carried out many important jobs that allowed him to be lazy and choose when he wanted to play with fawns. It was a little bit of a masculine thought, truly. The stag let the thought slip away into the recesses of his mind. He should focus on enjoying the company that presented itself.
She had no idea that she
The scent of her simply attracted, bewitched her. Nothing like still felt... Gently wipe face with a few small flowers and just fascinated breathed deeply and suck their scent again and closed her eyes. Thus, stayed a few minutes before her front legs suddenly gave way. First quake effort and then slowly slid down the doe body and awaken her with pleasant dreams of blooming meadows. She opened her eyes and wanted to become one of the flowers on his antlers back and instead raised her face and looked at them. Her legs were not strong enough to almost in position lying - lasted longer challenging.
"Awel... where did you find those flowers?"
The stag nearly laughed at
Doe he intently watched every
We can, if you want. His
He waited for her to join him on their feet, and moved at a slow pace, picking and choosing his footfalls carefully even though it did not seem that way. Some distance away the Oak's branches were being slowly covered in snow. The tree's beautiful hum would do nothing to stop the flakes from weighing on her branches like they did every winter.
As quickly as they had left the spot that had warmed them, the pair came upon what was thought by Awel to be the widest expanse of hyacinth in the forest. It grew just at the edge of the Birch, very close to the shelter of the Playground and within sight of the Great Oak's mighty shape. There were no trees to interrupt it and the hill it lay on was very tall. The pond was within gazing distance as well. This particular patch happened to be Moss' favorite, only because in the daytime it provided him with ample place to sunbathe.
Doe waited stands up and gets
When she brought it to place quite wondered that the flowers are growing. She lifted her tail and stretched around the legs Awel to finally started to look at what they look like flowers in the biggest crowd. "You know the name of the flowers, right?" she asked him as she began to walk among the flowers, looking for a spot. Instead of repeatedly knelt down and wiped her face with the flowers.
He was curious as to her
Hyacinth was the name he scrawled on the ground in slightly messy handwriting.
[Would you mind helping me get the gray pelt, orca mask, and Noh antlers please? The deer you are next to is the deer I need them on.]
/Ú Yes, ok. x)ú
[Thank you very much~! That's
But she enjoyed the scent of
"Sorry, Awel... I do not know what it means." quickly crouched deep and hung her head. Expected punishment for something that can not and closed eyes, muscles throughout her body stiffened ready for the next pain ...
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Aaaaahw. <3
The stag just shrugged. His
When he put a flower behind
More than that, she was surprised but also softness giant. Why could not believe it...? Was to her yet so gentle and kind. Maybe it's heart and soul was destroyed by bad experience, maybe she did not believe it could be someone good in the world, has ceased to believe long ago, when she was in the dark, with only a small light above her head. Sighed heavily and tried to relax and direct thoughts to Awel and his flowers.
He was glad to hear some of
Just a few moments spent
She knew him a few moments, and she was beginning to feel that he knows more than a few hours. Gently pulled her head back and sniffed at him intently, before approaching a small step closer. Gradually relaxed and finally just for my own reassurance touched his neck.
He held still for her,
When she touched his neck he held still briefly. He did not want to startle her. She seemed more frail to him now that he realized her soul was tormented by this thing called fear. This was another moment Awel found himself grateful for his peacefulness.
Doe very, very slowly
The stag did not know much of
Each footfall was gentle as they worked their way through the trees. Sometimes Moss would forget that he shouldn't, and walk through the trees. Blue smoke and a high-pitched noise accompanied the motion. After the one time, though, Moss made sure he did not walk through any more trees. They were loud!
Doe, looking for flowers to
She wanted to find a reason to calm down, but how could she? He just went through something of what they can not go through! Passed tree. She let him continue and she stopped in front of a wide tree and stared at him. Finally decided to try it too, perhaps it can also... She looked at Awel and then waved a hoof against a tree to tree finally jumped without hesitation. Brushed and quick jumps venison caught Awel and ranked to his side.
Standing at the foot of the
Stepping forward, the doe lowered her own face toward the gleaming waters. As she drank, she caught sight of the lone koi who'd ventured forward to nip at Awel. Only then did she sort of piece things together.
I wonder...
"It's almost as if you two know each other," she said, lifting her head when the brave koi dipped back toward its group. She'd often heard of deer who had lives before this one. That actually remembered it before coming over to this one. Had Awel's past been a part of this pond?
((Sorry about the
Seed watched the other stag get out of the water the way he just did. He was quite fond of Moss, in a distant way; the two seemed to get along well, and he had no bad experiences with the other deer (save for some confusion about the name, but it was very easy -- easiest -- not to worry about how to think about the names he saw in terms of sound.
And, when the stag looked at him, Seed recognized the look; he wore it too often. He smiled warmly and nodded to the other stag.
"Ah, would you like to come join me? This is the best sunning spot."
Seed brushed aside naggling complaints about whether that was really true or not. It was his favorite.