oooo fun rp! (please excuse my spelling, I'm on my mobile)
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Moose' ears were laid tightly against his head and his antlers were low and swinging high. He dug his hooves into the ground and let out an angry bellow. "Don't you get the picture? I don't want to talk to you!"

Moose continued to struggle and grunt as the stag pushed closer. He knew nothing of this stag, not even his name, yet this stag was trying to push his way through his mind. Moose reared up and slammed his feet into the ground, shaking the world around him. He felt trapped, he had to get out of here.

Moose, attempting to think of something, was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as the stag mentioned Cinch. He was going to be just like Cinch Moose thought blankly to himself before rage filled him. "You know nothing about me or Cinch!" He bellowed angerly. "You will not replace Cinch, no one can! He was my other half!" Moose hissed, tears welling up in his eyes.

Moose lowered his antlers. "Now if you come any closer I'll rip you to shreds!" he threatoned, his voice shaking.

Moose backed away and shook his head. He was still alive? Moose shook his head, and fell to his knees. No, no he can't be, I saw his body...

Moose quickly jumped back to his hooves, was this some cruel trick the stag was trying to pull on him? "What brings you pleasure from this? from making another deer hurt like this?" Moose growled.

Moose looked up at the stag and saw his gaze plant into his. Normally Moose would attack if any deer had done this to him, but he paused. Was this truely Cinch? But Cinch in another body, who heard of such a thing? It was a fantasy! Something does told to calfs and fawns! Or maybe this was a dream...a cruel dream to wake up to?

Moose' eyes welled up with tears, and he walked slowly up to the stag that was sprawled out on the forest floor. He lowered his head and sat his nose on Cinch's side and inhaled his new scent. "Cinch..." Moose' words came out into a shakey whisper full of emotion. "Is it, is it really you?" he asked, a tear rolling down his furry cheek.

If this was realy Cinch, it would be his brother rising from the dead! Alive again to relive memories and have spars, to eat blueberries and splash in the pond...It would be as if Cinch had never left in the first place!

Moose couldn't actually believe it. Cinch was back, back from the dead! He was so full of joy and excitement he could hardly contain it! Moose' fur began to rise on his back, not from aggresion but from pure excitement. It seemed like the whole forest around him had stopped and watched as Moose' 'other-half' came back to him. It really was like a fairytale, a wonderful true one.

Moose reared playfully as the stag pushed him away and came back. He swerved as the stag came close to his face and was making his way to playfully shove Cinch back but stopped. His fur quickly fell to his back and he dropped his head, he had totally forgoten the event till now. Moose walked back over and set his head on Cinch's back and sighed. "Yes, the thing that makes me so down." he didn't quite want to talk about it, he hadn't even trusted Phobos enough to tell him, but Moose knew Cinch could be trusted completely.

"First," Moose began, "It was your death that drove me crazy and upset, not long after that my herd betrayed me and Flammel came into my life." Moose spat the name to show his irritation. "When I returned to my herd, they had moved on. Yes, we have our good times but theres still that emotional wall between us....and Swift, you knew her as Nanetta, her heart was taken away by Flammel." Mooose' fur quickly rose on his back again, this time not with excitment but with anger. "And thereis nothing I can do because the Forest acts nothing as my old home, we cannot fight over mates, so all I can do is watch and have my heart stabbed."

Moose backed away from Cinch and looked the other way. Why doesn't he understand? "The feeling of love is great, you know?" Moose said turning his head back to Cinch. "The feeling where you find out the doe would never love you the same way, that hurts. The feeling when the doe you loce falls in love with your enemy, the one you want to kill so badly, that just kills you." Moose shook his antlers angerly. "And this stag is fatally wounded right now. It would've been so easy to end his life, but I would never ever do that to Swift. I am not a murderer anymore."

Moose walked a small distance away and planted his hooves in the ground. He hated his situation, the situation that seemed to always be his life. Moose lowered his antlers and banged them against the tree standing infront of him. He let out a grunt, but continued to beat up the tree.

Moose growled. "It's not only that she found another mate, that I could live with, but the fact that her mate is Tandem is what gets me, Cinch." Moose snorted as he was pushed away and his fur raised, he wasn't in the mood for this, it was only a tree.

Moose turned away and made his way towards the next tree and began pounding into it. "It is only a tree Cinch." He said looking back at him. "Would you rather me pound into a real live deer? No thanks, I've already done that, I don't like what it does to me." Moose knew he wasn't being fair to Cinch, but he was too annoyed right now with himself to do anything about it. "I've already tried sucking in my feelings once and that left me with blood on my antlers. It doesn't quite work for me."

Moose quickly turned away from the tree again. He disliked the Forest even with Cinch in it. What was the good of it? Nameste... The name fluttered in his mind and his fur dropped on his back. He never held close feelings for her, but there was something she always did to him, she always kept him calm, even in the worst situations. Moose rose his head and looked off into the distance and inhaled the swift breeze that floated around his nostrils.

Moose turned his head towards Cinch and grunted, as if to say whatever I don't give a dung right now. He was just peacful and now he wanted him to get pissed off again? Moose turned his head towards Cinch, and narrowed his eyes. Cinch seemed more irratable in this life-form, some what different with a bigger body. It annoyed him a bit, he missed being the strongest. He turned his head away again. Before he remembered what he was doing before Cinch came.

Moose turned his head back to Cinch and walked up to him, nuzzeling him. "I am leaving the Forest, Cinch." He told him, although he knew Cinch probably wouldn't take it. "I'm heading back to my old herd, I don't know if they'll kill me or not...but I feel I have to be amoung my own kind." Moose paused, he wondered how Cinch would really react to this..

Edit: Do you have bio link for this deer?

Moose shifted his weight as his brother put his chin on him. "I'm sorry Cinch, this was planned before you came. I need to go back, brother, I just have to. I won't stay now that you're back, though. I promise you that, that is if I am not killed." Moose knew the odds were against him if he wanted to live, but he just had to go back.

Moose inhaled the sweet Forest scent and let out a heavy breath. "I plan on leaving tonight and come home in about a seven days. But if I'm not home by fourteen days..." His voice trailed off. His herd wouldn't kill him, he was their kind afterall...but with his red antlers, he'd stick out from the rest of his white-antlered family, he had to try though...for his mother. He would return to the Forest. He would.

Moose smiled. "I wish to see my mother one last time." he said soothingly. It was true, he did wish to see his mother. He had left without saying another word to her. Moose gently sliped out from Cinch's chin and faved his brother and sat his cheek next to his.

"I believe I must go now, the sooner I leave the sooner I will return." He said quietly to Cinch. He backed up a few paces still facing him. "Remember, I'll be back in seven days." He said smiling. He was really leaving, all the bluff leaves finally lead up to this point. His eyes would be watering, but he would return. "Goodbye for now Cinch. I shall return."