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An Italian Proverb (Cinch's first RP, feel free to join)

March 19, 2011 - 5:52pm — ForTwoLifetimes
Things I ask of my RP-ers
1. BE LITERATE: Please, minimal spelling, punctuation, grammar and capitalization errors.
2.PLEASE ONLY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: No offense, but I don't like to RP with movie or book characters.
3.ONLY 1 OR 2 PEOPLE NEED APPLY: Any more, and I get confused!
4.FRIENDS OR ENEMIES WELCOME: Just don't take any offense to anything Cinch may say or do if you decide to make an enemy of him. These are his actions toward your character, not mine toward you. I won't take offense if you don't.

Thank you.
RP UNDER THE CUT
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"At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go back in the same box."

A set of four hooves bit in to the ground, the deep prints left behind showed the weight of the stag that they carried. Muscles rippled under Cinch's taut skin, which was glazed in a deep, beautiful red. The sort, silken fur bunched and rippled as the noble-looking stag trotted through the forest. His pearly chest heaved in and out lightly as his dark, wet nose exhaled and inhaled the air he needed to keep his enduring form alive and moving.

Antlers branched out sharply, curving and twisting atop his head. Ears jutted forward circumspect, listening for danger and comfort alike beneath and beside the osseous protrusions. Eyes just as circumspect as ears were framed by the little-seen orb of night's shape and spectral color. An agreeable pair of lips were lightly parted beneath the blackened nose.

As suddenly as Cinch began trotting, he stopped. Swiveling his head and ears, the stag picked up a sound. He rocked himself in to a stable position. Stilling himself on his birch-tree-like legs, he bellowed a returning call. It rent through him and burst in to the air in a deep, rumbling roar. Becoming still again, Cinch peered around the forest and its golden hills. His name lightly breathed above his head. It glowed gently.

His Birch home was occupied by another, and he preferred to meet those traveling around in the Endless Forest.
March 21, 2011 - 1:05am — pepper-mill-ranch

Ooo that was beautiful! XD

Ooo that was beautiful! XD quite discriptive!
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Moose breathed heavily as he galloped through the birch forest, which he often did during the afternoons. His taller body glided over the tall grass, and his body left a clear distruction at where he'd been. The sun was now beating down on his back and his ears were pressed to his head so as not to catch bugs in them. His pelt was now starting to gleam from his sweating body.

Moose suddenly let out a 'hmph' as he quickly dodged a red deer and he quickly stopped fore he knew the deer. Finally being able to halt he turned around and trotted up to the normal deer. "Hello Cinch." He said, his voice rumbling from his chest.
March 21, 2011 - 11:40pm — ForTwoLifetimes

Cinch had to admit he leapt

Cinch had to admit he leapt to the side, startled by the large moose barreling at him at top speed. He laughed heartily when he saw it was none other than Moose, a gargantuan and wonderful bull moose that had helped Cinch before. He whipped around, meeting the male half-way down his path of destruction. You have some power behind that pile of muscle, Moose. How are ya? He had to practically look up at Moose, even when his age was very close to the bull's.

A comradely glimmer slipped in to his eyes, making his face even more personable. May I inquire as to why you were so close to changing me in to a set of red leaves and hoofmarks on the ground? What caused you to run like that? He shook loose from his rack a bit of branch that seemed to get caught there when he had to dodge Moose. It flicked off his tines easily. Cinch never understood when another ran for fun. He understood running from or after something, but not just aimless galloping and tearing through the forest.

A couple birds flitted down to nip up the seeds that Moose had dislodged from the grasses he nearly mowed as he passed... pecking from two different sets of tracks.
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March 21, 2011 - 11:54pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose smiled as he met Cinch,

Moose smiled as he met Cinch, it was so nice to have an actual male aquantance. "Why thank you!" He said as Cinch's compliment set in. He looked at Cinch rather odd when he asked him such a question. "Why did I run?" He asked a bit puzzled. He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Just for fun I guess, a work out to keep fit I suppose."

Moose observed his sorroundings to see if any other deer were around, it didn't seem like it. His breathing was quick and shallow from his run, but to any regular sized deer they would assume normality to his kind of breathing 'fore it matched the regular breathings of a usal stag.
March 22, 2011 - 1:21am — ForTwoLifetimes

For fun? Cinch still didn't

For fun? Cinch still didn't understand. But, he understood exercise. And he knew what would be more appropriate for an afterwards. You wanna walk it down? Gotta slow that huge heart a bit... yer' beating like a bird. He grinned. The smaller stag could hear the bull's heart pound against his ribs.

Cinch looked about as well, ever-vigilant as a deer should be. His white-bellied tail flicked at the little bugs.Plus, the bugs seem to like deer sweat. He shook first one ear, then the other as the pesky tiny beasts bit and buzzed.
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March 22, 2011 - 1:37am — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose smiled greatfully at

Moose smiled greatfully at the stag. "Yes please," he said thankfully "and hopefully the varments will let up." He hadn't quite noticed it but his pelt had been twitching almost non stop trying to flick the devils away from him. "hmm, shall we?" He asked, stretching one leg out as if to point to him to start.
March 22, 2011 - 2:16am — ForTwoLifetimes

Cinch walked beside the

Cinch walked beside the lumbering beast, the pair breaking a new path through the tall grass and trees. Birds chirped, the world sunny and bright enough to blind those who weren't used to the color or the sun. Grass swished wetly against the pair's legs, barely coming to Moose's knees in the spots where it brushed Cinch's belly.

Cinch's fur grew maroon and gray when wettened by the dew. The world was a perfect little globe with gold pollen for snow. It sparkled as always in the light.

Moose, how has the world been treating you the past days? He asked, keeping pace with Moose easily. His muscular legs were a big help when walking with deer twice his size.

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March 22, 2011 - 2:26am — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose, who was walking

Moose, who was walking solemnly by Cinch's side, looked down at the stag. "The world? Hmm..." He thought about that for a moment. He was quite well, now that he had friends of course, and he wasn't very lonely. Although he had many 'curoius' deer he had to catch up on and give them a sniff or two. "Beside from the recent rainy days," his heart always quickened when he thought of such days, "it has been fine, quite nice." He looked back at the birch tree's surrounding them before returning his eyes to Cinch. "How have you been my friend?" he asked.
March 22, 2011 - 2:54am — ForTwoLifetimes

You did seem off when it was

You did seem off when it was raining...drew me to sit with you. He delicately mused. The Red stag answered his query. I cannot complain. For me, the sun was warm and the rain was welcome to cool my skin. He worded his reply with a nonchalant lilt in voice.

The trees still dripped a little from the recent rain in places, creating loud splats when they did. One of those wet drops hit Cinch on the flank. His skin twitched, mussing the short and red fur. Cinch stayed alert, but added as a last bit to his statement:as well as making the blueberries taste just a bit sweeter. He chuckled.
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March 22, 2011 - 2:58am — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose faintly jumped

Moose faintly jumped everytime the drops would splat onto something, and even more so when they dropped on him. Moose nodded, showing almost no indication of his fear of the rain. "Yes, well atleast some good things come out of the rain." Moose said, still nodding.

The forest always did seem greener after rain, like how day seems so much more valuable after spending your time a lone in the night, or how much clearer things seem to be after fog. Moose once again jumped, barely visible though, as another drop spilled for the tree tops.
March 23, 2011 - 12:47am — ForTwoLifetimes

A splatter of wetness hit

A splatter of wetness hit Cinch in the middle of his forehead as he looked up and about. It made him chuckle and shake his head lightly. Only some good things? He inquired silently. Moose was upset, Cinch surmised. Something about the rain bothered him. And anything bothering his friend bothered him immensely. Plus, if it bothered him so much, it could be something that would harm the other deer in the forest.

What bad things come out of rain, Moose? He even liked the mud. It was cool and comfortable when bugs got bad.
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March 23, 2011 - 1:01am — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose shook his pelt as if he

Moose shook his pelt as if he wasn't sure what he meant. "The rain?" He asked with a fake shocked voice. "Nothing, nothing at all..." But he found himself staring into space reliving the memory. He blinked his eyes and found Cinch standing infront of him again, and he was thankful he was away from his homeland.
March 23, 2011 - 1:30am — ForTwoLifetimes

Moose, I can tell you are

Moose, I can tell you are upset with something. I may sound like a doe here, but it's okay to talk about it. Cinch was serious. He had noticed the blank look in the giant's eyes and smelled the anxiety in his natural scent.

Let me in on it. Stag to Stag. It... does not seem like He tried again to pry the secret life story from Moose.
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March 23, 2011 - 10:52pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose looked at his friend,

Moose looked at his friend, and wished he could just easily tell him, but it seemed to himself that he couldn't possibly tell a soul. "I"m fine," He repeated, "the rain is just gloomy to me..." He shook his head trying to spit off his memory but he couldn't it was over bearing, esepecially with the moist atmostphere.

Moose held his breath to stop himself from breaking down from the memory, it was so over flowing. "I killed!" He blurted out and fell to the ground, and all the birds and forest creatures seemed to stop whatever they were doing as the thunder from his collapsement spread through the ground. His body now felt its original wieght, and he stayed on the ground, sobbing on the inside.
March 24, 2011 - 2:40am — ForTwoLifetimes

The only thing that surprised

The only thing that surprised the stag was the sudden collapse of his comrade on to the forest floor. Barely noticeably, the red stag's knees locked to prevent his unnecessary collapse. Cinch gently settled down to his gargantuan friend's side. Moose, would it help if I said that most stags in the forest have killed? I mean... it is something a stag does at least once in his life. Whether it be for a mate... for honor.... for life... Cinch did not quite understand why it was a big deal, but strove to create a softer mindset for Moose.

I do not find it shameful to kill. When I was... outside the peace of this forest... I also killed... more than once... during rut and summer. I never have killed unless it was deserved, though. I do believe you are noble, Moose, and did not kill anyone undeserving. Cinch mirrored the great moose's position, practically prostrating himself next to Moose and lowering his white belly to the ground and mud. He looked sideways at Moose, jaw still against the ground as he spoke yet again.
You know, in my homeland, we believed that remorse and mourning kept spirits tied to the earth.
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March 24, 2011 - 2:52am — pepper-mill-ranch

"No, no," Moose moaned, "I'm

"No, no," Moose moaned, "I'm not mourning for them, but for what I did." He lifted his head and locked eyes with Cinch. "I didn't kill during rut, I killed a..." Moose looked away. "I don't deserve another mate again, and I swear to life I will guard anyone who is my friend." His voice was now suprisingly hard and serious, the mourn seemed to have left his voice although it still lingered inside the shell of his eyes. Moose' fur was standing up on his back now from fear, and he looked much bigger than his usual size, even while he was laying down.
March 25, 2011 - 2:06am — ForTwoLifetimes

Cinch stared back at Moose,

Cinch stared back at Moose, his eyes full of confidence and soft with understanding for the great brute. He listened to his friend's speech raptly, taking in every word and processing it like a computer.

Cinch looked the bristling moose over, blowing a bit of air out of his nose in a confident huff. It does not matter what or whom you killed. I do believe as a stag you made proper judgement, and did what had to be done. He challenged Moose with his own eyes, trying to implant confidence in him.

A scared moose was a dangerous moose, capable of inflicting massive amounts of damage to anything or anyone close by.
Moose, I know you did the right thing, even if I have not heard the story, because you are so respectable and caring for others.
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March 25, 2011 - 2:40am — pepper-mill-ranch

Cinch's words were deffinetly

Cinch's words were deffinetly sofening Moose and his hard feelings but he still just couldn't let go. "And because I'm a noble moose made it fine for me to slaughter a doe?" He challenged his chest aching for some odd reason. "I just should have left and let her have done away with me, because killing a doe is completely against the Bull code." He said, a bit calmer but still angry with himself.
March 25, 2011 - 3:51am — ForTwoLifetimes

But, if she had done away

But, if she had done away with you, it would have been against "kill or be killed." You killed a doe to protect yourself. If you had not, we would not be here today, would we? You would be bones and I would be here alone, probably having killed several deer in my last... unexpected rut. Cinch parried, nudging moose in the side with his shoulder.

Should have, would have, could have, did not. I would have done the same thing. We could have never met if it were not for the doe you killed. You did not do it for any baser reason than to protect yourself. He cemented his stance.
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March 25, 2011 - 7:10pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose shrugged his massive

Moose shrugged his massive shoulders unsure of what to now say. This stag was deffinetly making him feel better, but it was just against the basic deer code, the one no one wrote down but every stag did. He looked up at Cinch, "I'm so greatful to have a friend like you." He said, but didn't get up. He looked away and rubbed his muzzle against his leg shooing a fly away. "What kind of kills have you made in the past?" He asked, curious. It didn't seem likely to Moose that Cinch would kill.
April 2, 2011 - 11:38pm — ForTwoLifetimes

Cinch didnt quite know what

Cinch didnt quite know what to say. He had made a few bull-kills... a couple of young bucks and an old one... but those were in battle. So that is what he told him. I have killed two young bucks and an old stag... in battle for does. The old stag thanked me when he was dying.... told me to take care of his does. One old doe refused to leave her fallen king.... I had to leave her behind. I do believe she passed on because I found her bones next to his the next fall. The stag looked down in remembrance for a brief moment.

I felt a little bad for killing the young bucks... but they were quite foolish and decided to pick a fight with the wrong stag. Each of them managed to gore me... one in the side... one in the rump. He laughed. It was a fun wound, not hardly being able to move his left-hind hip for quite a time.

So it is not wrong... there are always reasons. He twitched an ear to rid it of a fly.
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April 3, 2011 - 6:50pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose looked up at Cinch, he

Moose looked up at Cinch, he was such a good friend to him, even after he knew he killed a doe. "My brother took my doe, stole her actually." He said, his voice quite small compared to his usual rumble. "He didn't fight me for her, I was never very protective of her and I didn't think anyone would've taken her from me, everyone...well, liked me in my homeladnd."

Moose let out a sigh. "Obviously not my own brother. He took her without even fighting me, and this was the first true hate I had grown in my heart, and I was going to kill him." Moose' ears twitched back at the memory, and he could, again, feel the hatred swell up inside him, and his pelt rose on his back. "THe night I was going to kill him, I witnessed something horrible." Moose' ears now twitched downwards in sadness, but his pelt was still risen. "I witnessed the doe kill my brother, and for some reason, this triggered something in me. I...I got up from where I was watching and...slaughtered the doe." Moose' pelt was now risen but his eyes no longer held sadness but hatred for the doe. "I hate what I did, but I don't regret it, not anymore atleast." He said, now reflecting on all that had happened. He wished he hadn't killed the doe, still, but atleast he was atleast a bit greatful he had done it...right?
April 7, 2011 - 1:52am — ForTwoLifetimes

The Doe would have killed

The Doe would have killed others if you had not killed her... and just think of the fawns she would have raised... does like that should never have children. Cinch spoke, understanding entirely Moose's position. The red stag smiled a little. He had not had a close friend until Moose. Moose made Cinch smile, and he liked that.

The sun was approaching the late day as the comrades lay in the grass. Cinch chuckled a little bit. Since we are on the subject... and it is a stag thing to speak of... What do you think was your best fight back home? I mean, you had to fight for does, did you not? He asked, hoping that more violent talk would not upset the great beast.
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April 7, 2011 - 10:52pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose rose his head and

Moose rose his head and looked up at the sky, veiwing the paintlike veiw. "No..." he said answering Cinch's question, "atleast I didn't, I allowed anyone to see my doe, as I only had one doe at the time." Moose let out a sigh. "I never faught a true battle until I left my homeland."

Moose' pelt was now set down on his back, showing his true size. He looked massive even when laying down on the ground, but his pelt being layed down showed his true size. "After I left, I became completely protective of my friends, I'm afraid anyone will steal them away from me like my brother did to me."
April 9, 2011 - 7:29pm — ForTwoLifetimes

Letting someone see your doe

Letting someone see your doe was almost unheard of to Cinch, though maybe moose-herds are different? He was confused a little, but didnt mind the mental workout that Moose was giving him.

Stealing friends?
Moose... deer have more than one friend, do you not know? Nobody steals friends, they just have them. He spoke jovially. It was very unusual indeed, to protect friends from other friends.

As for mates... the only privacy you get in this forest is that of precious moments such as lovemaking. Even your mates have many friends here... but it is safe. No need to protect unless an idiot deer with a deathwish decides to attack... though there are few here that would.
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April 9, 2011 - 7:45pm — pepper-mill-ranch

Moose made a small shrug. He

Moose made a small shrug. He thought of his old homeland, so safe, so secure, so....fake. "I thought my homeland was safe too, but apparently nothing is the way it seems." Moose' eyes shifted downwards and he sighed. He couldn't shake the feeling of being stabbed in the back, by his own brother. He shifted his weight, he could still feel the mental wounds.

Moose looked back at Cinch. "I allow other deer to see my friends, that is, if they're not opposing a threat. Trust is not easily handed over, you have to earn it, from me atleast."