Visual Interaction
Conversational Interaction
Written Interaction
~For Mi~
Visual Interaction
Conversational Interaction
Written Interaction
~For My Nameless~
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The sun was beating down on
Shalaco paused his chewing. He scented something on the breeze. He sniffed briefly, nosing what he thought to be a doe. He sighed and began chewing again, unsure if the newcomer would approach.
ohgeez... sorry I did not
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The doe peered out from behind the mask, quietly and softly making her way through the reedy grasses of the Birch. Her eyes scanned for danger, satellite ears twisting in slow crescents to catch any disturbance in the sounds of her new home. Her light tan pelt shown in the light, but no more than the golden trees around her. The being sniffed, her human-like nose catching the scents on the wind. The branches above grazed her oddly-shaped antlers, the dying leaves little contrast to the gold and brown speckled bowls.
The doe's brows furrowed beneath the mask. She stood still, tail raised in a flag of alarm, before realizing her folly in judgement. It was only a tree. The doe smiled inwardly, shaking her head at her actions. A little leaf fell from her tines. The doe grinned, shaking her head until all the rest of the leaves fell from her dish-like antlers. A light, airy giggle escaped the young doe, and she pranced right over the edge of a hill, before stopping stock-still as soon as she spotted the other in the grass not far off. Her ears both angled toward him, Mi stared.
(no worries!! Been at work
Shalaco waitied patiently. He sensed the doe he had nosed was fearful. Still chewing, he turned his head back, looking over his shoulders. He smiled warmly. "Hello over there!" he called. "You don't need to be afraid." Shalaco stood and stretched, the sunlight glinting off his dappled brown coat. He bowed in the direction he thought the doe was standing, as he had not seen her yet. He stared off and cocked his head, smile still on his lips. Shalaco crossed his yellow eyes and widened them. "Hellooooooo?" He smiled again and plopped himself down. Maybe standing is intimidating, he thought. "I'm chewing on graaaaaasss," he called out, albeit more softly. The whitetail deer nodded to himself. Yes, he thought, this grass is irrisistable. She'll be over for sure!
Mi was confused. Was this
Hm... he looks normal.... no visible injuries... but he sounds a little less than sane... oh... dear... The thoughts jumbled in Mi's mind. She closed her eyes and lay back her broad ears. Oh Mimimimimi... what are you going to do? You can't be rude, he knows you are here, yet you can't go out there. He would think you weird like you think he's weird. I mean, you have no magic pelt for goodness sake! The doe's thoughts raced, and she peered out from behind the giant birch tree, watching.
Shalaco heard the doe moving
He sniffed at the air again and swiveled his ears around, trying to pinpoint the doe. He couldn't pick her up. The breeze had changed and she seemed to be down wind from him. Which meant she could smell him. Shalaco sniffed at himself, making sure he didn't smell bad.
The doe circled again,
"I just don't like when people can see me, okay? They always blast light at me and give me different magic fur-colors. Just... promise not to spell me, alright?" The doe stepped back from the buck and stood, staring at him still. The doe bent her head to re-situate the mask with her knee.
Shalaco heard the doe as she
"Just don't turn around, okay?"
Sure, okay . . ." He had a hard time not jumping up to meet the doe, but he did as he was told. Her next sentence confused him. People? What were people? Did she mean deer? That's strange. I don't have any spells . . . Shalaco cocked his head again. His muscles tensed, preparing to stand, but he remembered he wasn't supposed to turn around.
"Are you there? I sense you. Can I turn around? What are people? Why don't you like spells?" The questions came out in a single breath, hardly a pause between them. Shalaco managed to stop himself from rattling on. "I'm Shalaco," he spoke more slowly and deliberately.
The doe startled, confused at
The doe shook in her hooves, then, as he turned around, collapsed like a fawn. Mi was so terrified. It makes one wonder how she got that way.
Shalaco listened to the doe
And saw the doe collapse in fear.
"Um, hey, whoa," the head cock again. Shalaco sat himself down to be on her level. "Hey. Hi. Mi? Mi. Hi." He stared at her, confused. His head cocked the the left then back to the right. He layed his ears down and tried hard to look non-threatening. The buck rolled himself onto his back, exposing his light fluffy belly, keeping his head turned to look at the doe.
"Mi. Why are you so scared? You don't need to be scared. Look! I'm not scary! I have a fluffy tummy!" He grinned at the doe and shimmied his body, making his fur wave around. "See? Fluffy."
The doe bit her lip before
"I have to admit you do have a fluffy tummy. Hehe. Um... what is this place, anyways?"
Shalaco stopped his shimmying
"What is this place, anyway . . ."
Shalaco thought, but only for a moment. "This place, this forest, is home! It's, ahhhh . . ." his brow furrowed as he tried to find the right words. "It's an endless forest. Yes. It keeps going. And you run and run in a straight line and you end up where you started." He rolled himself back over but remained laying. "Why do you think you died? You're breathing, yes? That means you're not dead."
A ladybug crawled onto Shalaco's foreleg. He looked down at the insect, regarding it, before grabbing it in his mouth. He crunched the ladybug triumphantly, and grinned at Mi. "I ate that bug."
The doe peered at him oddly.
Wait, what? A forest where you run and run forever but don't get anywhere? Was Mi in an Alice In Wonderland book or something? This must be a realm of hell or limbo... and then, she was snapped from her thoughts.
"Yes. You did eat that bug. Why did you eat that bug? Shouldn't deer eat grass and mushrooms and leaves and bark and stuff? I guess you would eat a bug every once in awhile.... what with all the plants... I talk too much, Shalaco."
Shalaco listened to her story
"Hairless squirrel . . ." he chuckled. What a sight that would be!
Unfortunately for Mi, Shalaco often was simple minded. "But how do you know you died?" he asked. He could picture her as a hairless squirrel - he had seen stranger things - but he couldn't comprehend how she could be dead when she was alive in front of him. "You can't know you died. Because you would be dead. And the light above your head isn't your soul," he motioned with his muzzle, "It's your name. Only I can't read them. But it's your name. I have one too!" He looked up at his own pictogram and smiled. He thought it looked like him.
He heard her mention the bug. "Well, I ate it because . . .um . . .I could. I eat grass and leaves too and other things like . . ." he stopped himself. Nope. Sweet talker doe didn't need to know about his bunny habit. "Bugs are kinda squishy and sweet. I don't think you talk to much" He leaned in and sniffed her. "I smell you. You're not dead."
In the world I came from, my
Mi let her head fall to the ground. But, umm, so we have names, but.... She peered at Shalaco's pictogram. The name flashed in the back of her mind, written as if plain as day. I can read your name, Shalaco. The doe smiled, peering around. She did not see other pictograms, but she could sense them. The doe's eyes smiled, a golden glow pulsing from them for a brief moment, before disappearing.
Mi giggled. She found something she could do that Shalaco couldn't, so maybe she was unique?
Since they've met in forest,
Sounds wonderful!
Alright. I'll start then, if
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It was a perfect day. The sun's golden rays beat down on Dakota's burnt charcoal back, outlining every muscle in her body and how it moved as she trotted. The onyx-black hooves at the end of each leg made little to no noise against the ground; the only thing that gave away her precense was the striking black against the honey-coloured grass, against the orange-red hue of the birch.
Suddenly, she skidded to a halt, holding her nose high in the air. The beluga whale mask covering her features slipped a little. Lowering her head for a moment, she quickly flipped the jaw open, inhaling a needed dose of fresh air with a slight smile crossing her delicate lips. Emerald eyes narrowed and she sniffed again, this time catching the scent of another nearby. She bit her lip.
Who's there? she called, voice cracking a little bit. Lowering herself, she rolled her shoulders back, grunting a little as the bones popped with a satisfying crack! She stared into a nearby patch of grass as it rustled. Just the breeze, she muttered to herself. Just the breeze. As much as she hated to admit it, Dakota was wary of just about everyone in this goddamn forest. She'd seen the creatures that wandered around here. And any one of them could be hiding in the bushes this very instance. The doe swallowed dryly, then stretched a limb forward, placing a trembling hoof onto the floor.
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Whew, managed to write something. XD
Sorry this took so long, I
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The doe was near-silent in her observation of Dakota. Her eyes scanned the deer over and over again, looking for any signs of aggression. She did not want to approach if there were any. The Svalbard Reindeer smiled, her eyes crinkling as she read the doe's pictogram. Little golden wisps of dust took the opportunity to flee her eyes, the effect being that of a light golden glow from behind her mask. I'm here. The doe thought, her legs carrying her closer to the doe, who had yet to spot her. This was odd, though, since her black and white coat would stand out in a snowstorm, even.
"You... are as scared as I am, Dakota, yes?" The light and airy voice drifted over the icy-tinged air. The doe appeared, gently placing her feet so as not to slip on the dead leaves that littered the morning dew-coated ground. Her extremely long and wispy fur almost covered her mask, but the apparatus effectively kept the fur at bay. She kept stealing glances at Dakota as she walked down, making sure that the other doe had not fled. A gentle look graced her human face as she finally reached the bottom, or atleast the platform of the Birch floor that Dakota was perched on. "Hallo Dakota, I am Mi." The doe bowed, as was customary. "I hope it was fine that I read your pictogram... I hear that some deer get suspicious if you actually do that. The doe peered at the other from behind that whistler mask.
A flash of black and white
H-how did you know ... M-my name? Her voice wavered but she puffed her chest out, flicking her tail up and raising her head higher. I-I mean ... A sigh, and she rolled her eyes, the grass green irises flicking to the heavens before looking back towards the doe. I'm not scared. I-I just ... Didn't see you there. This was accompanied with a slight twitch of the ear, and followed with a loud cough. Scraping her hoof along the dew-sodden ground, she lowered her head, shivering slightly as the morning air grew a little cooler, a cloud floating in front of the sun.
The large eyes hidden behind the skull focused on Mi as she moved closer. She didn't seem like a threat, though you could never be too sure ... Another delicate, but awkward, cough. H-hello ... Mi ... She half-bowed shakily in return giving her a sideways glance. Read m-my ... Pictogram? Her eyes raised once more. Oh. That. A wave of a tiny hoof, guesturing towards the floating orb of light. I don't care. Why should I? She stared at her, no longer trembling but still suspicious.
The doe's eyes never lost
The doe lowered her head until her tines were in-line with her neck, trying to appear smaller than her fur would allow. The doe's tines really appeared brighter in color as they stood against her black and white coat, like mottled bark.Why do you smell so scared? Is there something here... that bothers you? The doe twisted her head, looking every way she could.
(She is more of a size 11 than a size 18, but does carry the build of a size 18)
Shalaco nodded at her
Shalaco studied her a moment. Her eyes had seemed to . . . glow. He decided against asking her about it. Maybe if he saw it again . . . but he wasn't sure he had seen anything in the first place.
"So, how long have you been here then?" His ear flicked off a fly and Shalaco turned and watched it buzz away, trying his hardest not to chase after it.
The doe did not really know.
I am weird I guess. I mean, I feel like I am changing all the time since I got here. My fur even seems to be longer just as we have sat here. I wonder if this happens when any deer enters the forest... and is not... do you call them Nameless? I saw one... its pictogram had no meaning. The doe peered straight down, not seeing anything other than her chest-fur and a little bit of the ground.
Shalaco nodded as Mi spoke.
DID she eat meat? Deer
Shalaco perked up immediately
He thought a moment about her glowing eyes and agreed. "Yes. Maybe a reflection." It could have been . . . but that's not what it looked like. He tapped his hooves on the ground, suddenly nervous. I shouldn't have told her about bunnies. No one knows about bunnies. He bristled the fur on his haunches. "You like butterflies?" He tried to change the subject.
The doe tilted her head at
I don't quite remember what rabbits smell like, Shalaco. The doe shuffled her hooves, peering back at him.
Shalaco eased himself. Mi
One of the only times Shalaco wasn't easily distracted was while he was hunting. He was focused, methodical.
And quite cunning.