The stag's hooves are not quiet, why bother? he is not sneaking anywhere.
He can feel the downy fur even through his own as he approaches, rubs against him, like a cat, back arching downward as he runs his head beneath the mourning dove's chin, tail flicking, eyes, gold, predatory, half closed.
"Privet, moi? golub?~" he greets, head raising to bite at the other's ear.
He can feel the vibrations, down to his bones, the very definition of unease, head turning atop his swan-like neck.
He urges his legs to move, to run, he could be gone.
A leg rises and falls, as if caught in a deep pit of tar, moving slowly.
His body trembles at the unwelcome touch, his head jerks back as the other's muzzle is swept beneath his chin, his heart tosses itself against his rib cage, the fluttering of the wings on a frightened bird.
"pozhaluista, ostav?te" his words are soft, pleading, body shrinking away, back leg rises and falls, then a front, moving back, away from this animal, averting his eyes of lavender, not daring to meet the glowing gold of the Russian deer's.
"Vy mne strashno..." he whispers, looking up through his lashes at last.
"Nyet" he tosses his head, how dare this one ask him to leave?
He moved foreward with high steps, shoving his head against the gray buck's side, giving him a little shove.
"ty moya, ty nichego bez menya, kak ty smyeesh? govorit? mne ui?ti, yesli ne dlya menya, vy by ne s kem pogovorit?!" he spat, tangling his horns within the other's antlers and twisting his head sharply, he would show the dove who was in control.
Force was a fine way to do such a thing in his eyes.
His legs gave a small tremble as he was forced to move, hooves braced against the ground, head hanging, low as always.
"pozhalui?sta, pozhalui?sta, ne bolyee" he gave a surprised cry, head raising in time for his antlers to be tangled against the blade sharp horns of the other, his eyes widening as the ground sped towards him, the breath pushed from his lungs as his side collided with the ground.
He could stay here like this. No reason to get up.
Maybe if he pretended he was dead, the other would become bored and leave.
His tail gave a halfhearted flick, tongue slipping over his lips to wet them, the grass, watching it, his breathing stirred the thin blades, heated with the breath of his muzzle, his eyes followed them, allowing the rest of the world to slip away.
How boring. "vstavat?" he stated bluntly, swinging a leg to gently prod and kick the smaller stag's side, eyes narrowed down at him. "vy skuchno, so mnoi? igrat?" he whined, bouncing in place now, prancing around the other in circles, tail held aloft, like a victory banner.
Eventually though he gave up, and with a loud huff flopped down, tossing his front legs over the other's side.
"Mne skuchnoooooo!" he whined again, huffing, head falling atop the dove's side now as well.
he simply opened his eyes a bit, not getting up. It wasn't his job to entertain that lunatic.
"zatem peryei?ti igrat?" he whispered dully.
"Nyet. not my job, entertain you, go 'way" his ears ticked, "not fun, just painful, nyet, no not friends with Saint, Saint ochen? razdrazhaet, very annoying"
his english was a mess, broken and too layered in an accent to be even close to acceptable, but he was serious, and he was going to get his point across.
He stood, shaking the white deer off before trudging away.
he stood quickly, jumping at the other once more, giving him a rough shove. "take it back!" he hissed, head dipping to bite down upon the scruff of the other's neck, giving a firm yank.
He would teach Pavil respect.
another shove was given, this time against the other stag's neck, flicking his head, striking out with those small but sharp horns of his.
Throat trembling, muzzle once again parting in a soundless cry for help, stumbling to the side, bucking then as sharp teeth found their way to his neck.
And then he went limp, like a kitten in the jaws of its mother, completely lax.
ashy fur dyed dark, liquid down his eyes over his cheeks.
But not a sound did he make, not a cry.
fur dyed slick and dark with those strikes, blood, bittersweet, like holly berries, like rose petals, falling down his flank.
"is sorry, pavil is take back words, much sorry, d-da" he breathed, laying down once more.
He nodded, flopping down beside him, white fur dyed red as he cuddled against him.
He was silent now, merely yawning before curling up and falling asleep, smiling to himself.
Pavil could never leave, no, he wouldn't let him.
The mourning dove was patient, waiting until the other stag was most certainly asleep before squirming away, limping off in the direction of the pond, to clean his wounds and sooth his nerves.
He would be sure to hide himself well should he scent the white stag again in the future.
She was small. Barely a week old, really, but already wise enough to go off on her own. Her curly, lavender colored fur ruffled at the occasional gust of wind, her light blue eyes blinking softly.
She wandered about, exploring, head turning this way and that before she saw the grey stag sitting nearby. Crying out in delight, she made a beeline for him, offering a dainty curtsey before she stumbled to his side and nuzzled in his fur.
"PaPa! PaPa hewe!" she giggled, burying himself into his grey locks.
The mourning dove's lips curled up in a soft smile, leaning his head downwards to nuzzle into her fur. It still reminded him of candy floss.
He flicked an ear, sighing, enjoying the scent of flowers.
"Sveiki! you is well, ja?" he asked, pushing back the urge to blush at his poor english, but he tried his best.
"doing much good?" his head tilted, blinking as he awaited an answer
She still couldn't speak all that well herself, so it wasn't like it mattered to her anyway. Still, she couldn't help but laugh at his funny voice. "J... Jaaaa..." she giggled innocently, floppin her legs over his back and scrambling onto him, burying herself into his grey pelt.
"Gooooood! Imma good~ PaPa good?" she questioned, yawning slightly.
"ja, ja! much good, pavil, yes!" he laughed softly as she climbed over him, rolling onto his side, antlers poking at the earth.
"you is tired? is tired ja? or is bored?" he questioned, tilting his head.
He wasn't the most fun deer in the world, he enjoyed simply relaxing, but he didn't like seeing the little flowers-and-candy floss fur child bored.
"is think of game for us? will play~"
She scrunched up her eyes a little when he said his name, trying to sound it out with her lips. "Pahh... Pahhhvihhh..." she huffed, giving up to nuzzle into his fur again.
"Sweepy..." she mumbled, yawning again, forcing her eyes open when he mentioned the prospect of a game. Peony liked games, mainly the ones where youcould sit and talk and play, rather than simply run around.
"Pway game? Wanna pway... Wanna pway..." she murmured, shaking her head back and forth to keep herself awake. "Pway sitting game?" she asked tiredly, baby blue eyes fluttering.
"is play sitting game. ja." he bobbed his head, "has idea! you help pavil learn english ja? I teach you to speak is Latvian, yes? is help eachother?" he suggested, flicking his tail, eyes bright now.
She didn't quite understand him, mainly because those words were entirely new to her. "En... Engwish? Whas tha?" she didn't even bother trying to pronounce the other one.
"Go sweepy aftew game?" she asked, lolling her head to the side.
"is talking, is words, ja! is ja, ja means, yes, is yes ja!" he nodded brightly, curling up around her.
"now is sleep, can learn later~" he nodded, yawning as he curled up around her.
"until then, is sleep time"
he gave her a fond lick, smiling, he had wondered if it would melt into a sugary mess like the cotton candy it so reminded him of, but he was pleased to see it didn't.
"Want Daddys befow sweep... Mmm... PaPa..." she wiggled a bit beside him, babbling out nonsense delight at his own affection.
Her eyelids felt heavier and heavier as she fought to stay awake, oddly curious. "Ja... yes? Wo... Wowdssss?" she drifted off as she spoke, her breathing slow and steady as she slept.
((Hm, if you want to timeskip, then please do~ I'm only going with how she feels in-forest now~))
He smiled, laying his head down and yawning.
There was never a bad time for a good nap in his opinion, and right now was certainly no different.
He would help her track down her parents later.
((I kept having an extreme internal debate on whether or not it would annoy you if I did. 8| That's me... Ginger... The one with the major guilt complex... So I decided 'screw it' and here I am C: *brick'd* x3x ))
She had probably slept for a few hours... Maybe more... little fawns tended to sleep alot anyway, despite their amazing reserves of energy. Her plush blue eyes fluttered open, and she harlessly rolled off the grey stag's back onto the ground, nuzzling into his fur sleepily. "PaPa?" she murmured, gently bumping her head into his belly, trying to wake him up. "Nhn... PaaaaPaaaa?"
The stag's head lifted from his own drowsy state, looking down at her with soft eyes and an even softer smile. "ah~? da, pri'vet!" his tail wagged, leaning down to nuzzle the small fawn's fur, setting about grooming her gently.
((Yay... *has a constant fear of annoying people* x3))
She didn't try to squirm away like most little fawns did when they were groomed by their parents or friends-of-parents, rather, she simpky just curled into a tiny, fluffy purple ball, giggling at the feel of his velvety tongue along her curly locks of fur.
"PaPa... Pri... Priiiii veh!" she sounded out, her tail thumping against the ground in satisfaction at , what she considered to be, a victory in prononciation.
He laughed softly along with her, finishing cleaning the fawn before standing.
"go to playground? maybe have fun game? da? nyet?" he asked her, tilting his head, tail wagging easily.
In truth, she really wanted to go find bother of her fathers at this point, like most little children. But on the other hand, the opportunity to have a playmate seemed to just flush away all of the wanting she felt for her parents.
"Daaaa! Da!" she fiercely bobbed her head up and down, already retaining the information that Pavil had given her earlier. "Daaa... Yes! N... Neht... No!" she leapt to her feet, proudly reciting her new knowledge to him.
He laughed softly, turning to slowly lead her off to the playground, his pace was easygoing, slow, but steady. His head hanging down a bit as it always did, as if some weight were sitting upon him and he could not be rid of it.
"what do like play? is fun game? what?" he questioned her as they continued onwards, for he didn't know too many games of his own.
She followed behind him, keeping in step, though sometimes having to trot to keep up due to her own tiny size. Occasionally she'd zip under his stomach from side to side, finding it great fun.
But upon being asked for what she wanted to play, her little, delighted smile curled downward, tense in thought. What to play... What to play... Oh!
"Pway a hiiide and go seek?" she asked, words spilling from her lips without much organization. "Yoo o I go hide ahnd then yoo o I count! Wike one... two... two..." she scrunched up her brow a little. "Thwee!" she added, shifting from side to side on her feet.
"Da, yes, you hide, I seek" he nodded, closing his eyes tightly, head facing the ground, "Tr?s, viens, divi" he began, tail flicking in anticipation, though other than that he was as calm as ever, an ear ticking on occasion.
She took off, frantically searching for somewhere... anywhere that would be a good hiding spot. Spying the underpass at the playground, she took a few, silent steps towards it, hoping that the stag wouldn't hear her as she crept underneath the leaning rock, curling herself up against the stone to hide under the shadows.
Oddly enough, she was perfectly silent, almost eerily so save for the occasional whistle of breath from her nostrils.
He finished counting, then moved off slowly, barely really lifting his hooves from the soft ground beneath his body.
His ears ticked every so often, smiling at the soft whistling, sitting down near the rock upon his haunches.
"Wonder where Peony is gone to, is close? is far? hmmm"
selfish bump
((OHAI)) The stag's hooves
The stag's hooves are not quiet, why bother? he is not sneaking anywhere.
He can feel the downy fur even through his own as he approaches, rubs against him, like a cat, back arching downward as he runs his head beneath the mourning dove's chin, tail flicking, eyes, gold, predatory, half closed.
"Privet, moi? golub?~" he greets, head raising to bite at the other's ear.
this is mine.
He can feel the vibrations,
He urges his legs to move, to run, he could be gone.
A leg rises and falls, as if caught in a deep pit of tar, moving slowly.
His body trembles at the unwelcome touch, his head jerks back as the other's muzzle is swept beneath his chin, his heart tosses itself against his rib cage, the fluttering of the wings on a frightened bird.
"pozhaluista, ostav?te" his words are soft, pleading, body shrinking away, back leg rises and falls, then a front, moving back, away from this animal, averting his eyes of lavender, not daring to meet the glowing gold of the Russian deer's.
"Vy mne strashno..." he whispers, looking up through his lashes at last.
The golden eyes
"Nyet" he tosses his head, how dare this one ask him to leave?
He moved foreward with high steps, shoving his head against the gray buck's side, giving him a little shove.
"ty moya, ty nichego bez menya, kak ty smyeesh? govorit? mne ui?ti, yesli ne dlya menya, vy by ne s kem pogovorit?!" he spat, tangling his horns within the other's antlers and twisting his head sharply, he would show the dove who was in control.
Force was a fine way to do such a thing in his eyes.
His legs gave a small tremble
"pozhalui?sta, pozhalui?sta, ne bolyee" he gave a surprised cry, head raising in time for his antlers to be tangled against the blade sharp horns of the other, his eyes widening as the ground sped towards him, the breath pushed from his lungs as his side collided with the ground.
He could stay here like this. No reason to get up.
Maybe if he pretended he was dead, the other would become bored and leave.
His tail gave a halfhearted flick, tongue slipping over his lips to wet them, the grass, watching it, his breathing stirred the thin blades, heated with the breath of his muzzle, his eyes followed them, allowing the rest of the world to slip away.
goawaygoawaygoaway
his eyes closed, maybe just a bad dream.
goawaygoaway
How boring. "vstavat?" he
"vstavat?" he stated bluntly, swinging a leg to gently prod and kick the smaller stag's side, eyes narrowed down at him.
"vy skuchno, so mnoi? igrat?" he whined, bouncing in place now, prancing around the other in circles, tail held aloft, like a victory banner.
Eventually though he gave up, and with a loud huff flopped down, tossing his front legs over the other's side.
"Mne skuchnoooooo!" he whined again, huffing, head falling atop the dove's side now as well.
he simply opened his eyes a
"zatem peryei?ti igrat?" he whispered dully.
"Nyet. not my job, entertain you, go 'way" his ears ticked, "not fun, just painful, nyet, no not friends with Saint, Saint ochen? razdrazhaet, very annoying"
his english was a mess, broken and too layered in an accent to be even close to acceptable, but he was serious, and he was going to get his point across.
He stood, shaking the white deer off before trudging away.
The stag's eyes narrowed
How dare he.
he stood quickly, jumping at the other once more, giving him a rough shove.
"take it back!" he hissed, head dipping to bite down upon the scruff of the other's neck, giving a firm yank.
He would teach Pavil respect.
another shove was given, this time against the other stag's neck, flicking his head, striking out with those small but sharp horns of his.
Throat trembling, muzzle once
Throat trembling, muzzle once again parting in a soundless cry for help, stumbling to the side, bucking then as sharp teeth found their way to his neck.
And then he went limp, like a kitten in the jaws of its mother, completely lax.
ashy fur dyed dark, liquid down his eyes over his cheeks.
But not a sound did he make, not a cry.
fur dyed slick and dark with those strikes, blood, bittersweet, like holly berries, like rose petals, falling down his flank.
"is sorry, pavil is take back words, much sorry, d-da" he breathed, laying down once more.
He nodded, flopping down
He was silent now, merely yawning before curling up and falling asleep, smiling to himself.
Pavil could never leave, no, he wouldn't let him.
The mourning dove was
He would be sure to hide himself well should he scent the white stag again in the future.
((fff these two make me laugh |D))
She was small. Barely a week
She wandered about, exploring, head turning this way and that before she saw the grey stag sitting nearby. Crying out in delight, she made a beeline for him, offering a dainty curtsey before she stumbled to his side and nuzzled in his fur.
"PaPa! PaPa hewe!" she giggled, burying himself into his grey locks.
The mourning dove's lips
He flicked an ear, sighing, enjoying the scent of flowers.
"Sveiki! you is well, ja?" he asked, pushing back the urge to blush at his poor english, but he tried his best.
"doing much good?" his head tilted, blinking as he awaited an answer
((Oi, for the record, I love
She still couldn't speak all that well herself, so it wasn't like it mattered to her anyway. Still, she couldn't help but laugh at his funny voice. "J... Jaaaa..." she giggled innocently, floppin her legs over his back and scrambling onto him, burying herself into his grey pelt.
"Gooooood! Imma good~ PaPa good?" she questioned, yawning slightly.
"ja, ja! much good, pavil,
"you is tired? is tired ja? or is bored?" he questioned, tilting his head.
He wasn't the most fun deer in the world, he enjoyed simply relaxing, but he didn't like seeing the little flowers-and-candy floss fur child bored.
"is think of game for us? will play~"
((thank you ='D peony is so cute<3))
She scrunched up her eyes a
"Sweepy..." she mumbled, yawning again, forcing her eyes open when he mentioned the prospect of a game. Peony liked games, mainly the ones where youcould sit and talk and play, rather than simply run around.
"Pway game? Wanna pway... Wanna pway..." she murmured, shaking her head back and forth to keep herself awake. "Pway sitting game?" she asked tiredly, baby blue eyes fluttering.
((Fff... thank you ;^; ))
"is play sitting game. ja."
She didn't quite understand
"Go sweepy aftew game?" she asked, lolling her head to the side.
"is talking, is words, ja! is
"now is sleep, can learn later~" he nodded, yawning as he curled up around her.
"until then, is sleep time"
he gave her a fond lick, smiling, he had wondered if it would melt into a sugary mess like the cotton candy it so reminded him of, but he was pleased to see it didn't.
"Want Daddys befow sweep...
Her eyelids felt heavier and heavier as she fought to stay awake, oddly curious. "Ja... yes? Wo... Wowdssss?" she drifted off as she spoke, her breathing slow and steady as she slept.
((Hm, if you want to timeskip, then please do~ I'm only going with how she feels in-forest now~))
((ahah
He smiled, laying his head down and yawning.
There was never a bad time for a good nap in his opinion, and right now was certainly no different.
He would help her track down her parents later.
.
((I kept having an extreme
She had probably slept for a few hours... Maybe more... little fawns tended to sleep alot anyway, despite their amazing reserves of energy. Her plush blue eyes fluttered open, and she harlessly rolled off the grey stag's back onto the ground, nuzzling into his fur sleepily. "PaPa?" she murmured, gently bumping her head into his belly, trying to wake him up. "Nhn... PaaaaPaaaa?"
((
The stag's head lifted from his own drowsy state, looking down at her with soft eyes and an even softer smile. "ah~? da, pri'vet!" his tail wagged, leaning down to nuzzle the small fawn's fur, setting about grooming her gently.
((Yay... *has a constant fear
She didn't try to squirm away like most little fawns did when they were groomed by their parents or friends-of-parents, rather, she simpky just curled into a tiny, fluffy purple ball, giggling at the feel of his velvety tongue along her curly locks of fur.
"PaPa... Pri... Priiiii veh!" she sounded out, her tail thumping against the ground in satisfaction at , what she considered to be, a victory in prononciation.
He laughed softly along with
"go to playground? maybe have fun game? da? nyet?" he asked her, tilting his head, tail wagging easily.
"have much fun yes?"
In truth, she really wanted
"Daaaa! Da!" she fiercely bobbed her head up and down, already retaining the information that Pavil had given her earlier. "Daaa... Yes! N... Neht... No!" she leapt to her feet, proudly reciting her new knowledge to him.
"Fun! Fuuun, da!"
He laughed softly, turning to
"what do like play? is fun game? what?" he questioned her as they continued onwards, for he didn't know too many games of his own.
She followed behind him,
But upon being asked for what she wanted to play, her little, delighted smile curled downward, tense in thought. What to play... What to play... Oh!
"Pway a hiiide and go seek?" she asked, words spilling from her lips without much organization. "Yoo o I go hide ahnd then yoo o I count! Wike one... two... two..." she scrunched up her brow a little. "Thwee!" she added, shifting from side to side on her feet.
"Da, yes, you hide, I seek"
She took off, frantically
Oddly enough, she was perfectly silent, almost eerily so save for the occasional whistle of breath from her nostrils.
He finished counting, then
His ears ticked every so often, smiling at the soft whistling, sitting down near the rock upon his haunches.
"Wonder where Peony is gone to, is close? is far? hmmm"