oh hai there//
it has been sometime since whisper had returned to the forest again, weeks, maybe even months. the weather change, and seer amount of strangers was the most noticeable change, one that would take a toll on his mindset. he was somewhat out of it, more nervous than usual, worrying too much, and thinking about things that didn't matter. but that was him, a small ball of nerves.
his steps were almost silent as he passed through the forest, eyes carefully studying his surroundings with caution, audits perked. his pace slowed, and then stopped, ears swiveling as he heard and then saw a large beast up ahead of him. it was a horse, as it seemed, one he perhaps had seen, but never spoken with. he was frozen in worrys again, would it charge at the sight, smell, or sound of him. or would it simply ignore him. there was no way for him predict the future, a power he wished he had.
the horse was laying down, so it most likely wouldn't charge, whisper stepped forward once more, his petite hoof snapping a twig in half.
he froze again. crap, now he'd done it, he was going to get trample by this horse.

his breath grew short and tight as the equine stood up at the snap of the twig. his crystal blue eyes burning the image of the horse standing and staring right at him. it felt as if he couldn't breath at all after a moment of tension and silence. the horse sat back down, like he hadn't even seen him. he let out the air he'd held in unintentionally, cocking his masked face to the side. he had to have seen him, it wasn't that misty out, and he was quite close to the beast. perhaps it didn't care, or it was even testing the small deer to come closer, to either devour, or interact with. he didn't know, this again would be a great time to know what would happen before he did it.
as usual, his intense curiosity out weighed the flaming fear that he held behind his eyes, clenching his jaw as approached the horse. maybe it was trying to sleep, even. he pushed on, trying to move past the fear when he could have sworn he heard a low, almost undetectable sound from it. he froze again. what was it, was it a warning sound, or just a low noise that came from his throat on accident. he knew that he couldn't keep assuming things like this. he clenched his jaw, lowering his face and clearing his throat.
"...e-excuse me.." he whispered, his voice harsh from disuse, and quivering from worry, but still understandable.

(Jumps into blog 8D)


Orla turned into the deep fog the red headed wolf doe walked around the twig snap alerted her to see a deer and a stallion hmm? her harp was by a different willow near by she waded in the water making noise and she steps through the cold water in serch of food nibbled on the water plants she started at the stallion she stood in the water the cold water making her legs cold

The stallion spotted another individual in the fog, although this one seemed to be slightly larger and more... wolf-like? If it was indeed a wolf and it did do harm to him, he'd make sure it'd never see light again. He tilted his head and snorted in it's direction as it made loud noises, perhaps trying to make itself seem it's not a threat by grazing? He made a low chuff again, turning his head back to the other.
Eventually, he brought himself to speak to the other's question after a few moments of silence had passed. "Because it is Halloween. There is a big zombie running around with his followers," he said, low and gravelly. His voice, too, was misused, for he hadn't spoken to another in a span of a few weeks. He didn't speak more after that, only a slight nicker as his head rested upon the ground once more. He shivered stubbornly in the cold, no matter how tough he was trying to look.

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