A track...

Intriguing.

^as am I.

<3 He was wonderful company for the walk, by the way. Thank you for joining us.

Haha, don't tell me you made up the name without knowing about the tree? It's been around for thousands of years xD so naturally first thing that came to mind when I saw this bio was 'tree!'

Oh, I see lol
But I have to say that the tree was definitely not the first thing that came to mind xD
I actually got the name from this: "A patriarch supposed to have lived 969 years (Genesis 5:21-27) who has come to be regarded as epitomizing longevity."

And what would be the point in asking if this is, or is not, a secret deer? Is that not the point of a secret deer, to remain secret? =)

Lol, don't worry about it, hun, you didn't behave stupidly at all. It's not a problem xD

Interesting...

Want me to help with the css? c:

Small gentle taps of her front hoof were given as she led him to a more secluded spot, a tree she had grown accustomed to, closer to his forest and settling close enough to reach out with a long neck to press her nose against the soft yet slightly worn fur of the mystery stag, still unknowing of his name, only knowing of the rising need to be near to him and discover more of him. Silence had been their companion, no words uttered during their brief encounters. For now she was more than alright with continuing in silence, exhaling slowly as her head dipped carefully to find the spot between front shoulder and ribs. Pressing the smooth curve of her mask to him lightly she touched her forehead to his side, careful with her movements on the blinded stag.

Muscles moved against the sleek mask, the cardinal doe feeling movement and remaining still as if she were asleep. Long ears only turned slightly to listen for any notice or sound of discomfort. A heart beat slightly faster when out of the corner of her eye she saw the lowering crown of the stag, watching motionless as the distance between him and the ground began to diminish slowly as the moments passed. Once contact was made she released the breath she had been holding, eyes closing and keeping still for a good while, focusing on the slight rise of his body with each breath he took and feeling the slight but gentle motion enough to calm her. It promised a good sleep if she were to remain as she was. But as time grew and the muscles against her masked managed to relax even slightly the doe began to move. Only shifting, muscles twitching. A slight warning before she lifted her head to match the speed of his decent to the ground, the maned doe taking precious time to rest over the shoulder blades, eyes more alert and able to see more to allow him to rest. It seemed he was in dire need of it, his guard weary it seemed. Maybe weary of her. Maybe not. Regardless she would be his eyes for him, silent warnings to be given when needed.

oh hey, I don't mind you using my design. I feel quite honored.. never thought that design would look nice. c:

Thought I saw you inforest the other day, but it seemed you were frozen and unresponsive.
Hope all is well with you.

Hmm, fun update! Good luck!

such an interesting character! gonna track this c:
<3

"H-hello?" The small doe piped up, her eyes shifting warily, avoiding the single-eyed stare of the large, white stag in front of her.

Her ears perked; she had seen many frightening creatures so far...or, at least, that was what it seemed from what she could make out. And yet, this one seemed to have an almost familiar quality, and the fact that he had approached Taya so subtly, in plain view, brought on a delicate shred of comfort in the doe. She flattened her ears timidly as the pale face turned, its right eye searing down at her. She remained unflinching for a few heartbeats, listening to the guttural echo creep through the threadbare velvet of her ears, 'Hm,' she thought, 'He almost reminds me of, well...myself...' It was this odd imagining that allowed Taya to speak her next words with a bit more interest, "C-care to join me?"

She had to admit, she felt a bit of relief that the stag hadn't come too close at first. She was still so unused to this whole new system; actually greeting others, staying cautious of large-antlered beasts, and cuddl...no, she couldn't even bring herself to think the word. The entirety of the forest consisted of the most bizarre people she'd ever met. Deep down, her heart ached to bare her teeth at any and all who approached, but she knew that she wouldn't last long if she didn't make friends soon, 'And this fellow doesn't seem too bad...I mean, he's...different,' Her head tilted, dark eyes peering, trying to make him out better, 'Damn this blindness!'

"W-what is your name?" She asked, trying to sound nice, though her words were jumbled and awkward, tumbling out of her mouth in a heap, and piling up on the hardened ground below like vomit.

Do you have msn?

Taya's eyes clouded, "Taya," she said quickly, almost in a whisper. The name didn't seem to fit her; it never had, even as a...well...Anyways, she had never felt comfortable introducing herself to others, and it wasn't often that she did it.

Her mind wandered back to the stag...Methuselah, 'Quite an interesting name,' "Well, Methuselah," she paused, letting the eponym roll off her tongue for a moment. She was loving the dark undertone to it, and the fact that it seemed to be more feminine (ending in the 'a' sound, whereas most male names ended with an 'o' or 'us' or other heavier vowel-consonant combinations); it gave his whereabouts a whole new mysterious feel, like he was something slippery that could vanish right before the doe's eyes...'Suiting,' she thought, before continuing, "I may be new here myself, but I don't believe I've seen you around these parts," the statement hid a question beneath it. Taya wished to know if this acquaintance was as overwhelmed as herself, or if he was used to the forest. Either way, he could be of use to her.