eyes of truth
"speech" - "listening - acting
He hadn't been here long, fine tuning his senses to everything was traumatizing, every step of his hoof, crackled with a new item beneath it, a leaf, a stick, or even something he'd never encountered before. It always sent him into a freak out, having the poor, shy, timid creature jolting in response. Poor Kahu, being that of a fragile animal, bore no comfort to this new environment. Everything here seemed so ... mysterious, and if not unusual. Not like his old home soil, where he knew every tree location and water source. But here, in this ... place, he had no clue where he was going, or what he was doing. But, by spending some time here, he was assured he'd get used to it, being able to locate areas a bit more with ease.
Powerful ears twitched, perked upon every bird flutter, and leaf fall. Nostrils, flared slightly as they peaked upon aromas, so unlike homeland. But the fresh scents were exciting for the stag, he admitted that. Although scary, it allowed deer to learn new things he'd not learned before. It was sort of one of the reasons he had moved himself to a new place, to try.. and make friends. That though, would probably be hard, for due to his disability - being unable to see - many others avoided him, or if not did not give him a chance, simply because they did not have or want to give the time into doing so. That concept, saddened him - he wanted nothing more than to just .. try.
He had no idea where he was right now, everything was just strange around him, but, there did not seem to be any danger. Perking his head up slightly, ears flattened, for a moment before he lowered his long thin neck again, using fragile twig like legs to proceed onward. Every step was a new world, feeling the usual crunch of leaves and warm soil. If it were not for the firmness of roots, he'd have no clue there was a tree literally right in front of him. Using stubby black antlers, he nudged against it, feeling its presence before he guided himself somewhat around it, shuffling to move away elsewhere. But in every direction, there were firmness of roots, and empty space. Sighing, he enabled himself to rest for now, locating another tree by sensing its roots before taking a seat beside it, very carefully laying down.
All he could do now, was just wait, listening to the environment, wondering.. how he was to go about exploring this place. He was alone. - But his mother always told him, that 'You are brave, that you can do anything. Do not let your blindness get in the way of that.' And with all strength of his heart, he believed it. | |
In contrast, one individual
A loud yawn rang out as he stretched and studied his small nest, sheltered from the wind under a large tree he’d carefully piled up some leaflitter into a bed for the night, but his fawn was absent. It was strange for Alabaster to get up earlier than his father, let alone leave without rubbing and giving a quick cheek-kiss goodbye.
Shrugging, the stag shook himself and started towards the nearest water source as he did almost every morning, knowing he could call for his son if he needed to. Approaching the pond he was glad that the water never froze even in the cold chill of the air, the forest was always very mild. Why they had chosen to come here in the first place.
It was during this slow morning lope that the larger, older stag was deer-watching. Just silently passing by and watching the antics of young fawns or adults with mild amusement. For a moment his amberish-yellow eyes lingered on a black and white deer who appeared to be walking into a tree. Out of his nature to be concerned the older male slowed down and was about to say something when the other stopped a step before his nose hit the bark.
Curious, Ausar stopped to watch the other as he navigated around the tree and carefully strode to another. He may have not been the smartest deer in the forest but Ausar knew when something was amiss with someone. Tail flicking he watched Kahu (though he did not know his name) lie down beside another tree.
Clearing his throat slightly, the larger male tottered forth on carefully chosen steps. Wishing not to appear rude he greeted with a low; “Guten morgen!” in a cheery manner despite his thick German brogue, stopping a meter or so to the front left of the other. To be polite, Ausar did not assume that the other was blind, though he had a strong suspicion he was, or at least a little slow.
// Ahahah I'm so slow already. Also this post is really bad. Also Also I'll be doing translations for when Ausar speaks German down here since Google Translate is about as useful as a soggy tissue, so (as you may know) he said good morning.
// Bumpity?