Nearly Lost To The Water (Jupiter Moment, interaction welcome)

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The doe was cold. Cold, wet and hurt.

Blood dribbled slowly from a wound above her eye. The slick life flowed from a peppering of cuts on her legs and in to the waters of the river, which fed in to the pond. Jupiter had fallen in while trying to find shelter, tumbling down the embankment. Being almost completely blind to the world due to rain, she could not have seen the crevasse until it was too late. Maybe it would be too late, if nobody could find her.


Pain wracked her form. The doe shivered, crying silently and wincing each time she tried to move. Her awkward position put stress on her spine: one forehoof stretched out and caught between two pieces of the stone, a hind-hoof tangled in the reeds, her back against the earth, and her head just above water. The contortions also put strain on her shivering muscles, causing painful cramping. But her position was not as great a worry as the threat of Hypothermia that loomed as closely as a water predator.

The water lapped at the blood, taking it away and rendering the doe weaker and weaker. Pain marred her beautiful features, creating a grotesque mask of blood-smeared agony. And she was too weak to pull herself free.

I hate rain. An errant thought crossed the doe's mind as she stared at the sky above the river's banks, wishing for help.

The fox slipped water

The fox slipped water silently, his eyelids slow. He was not bothered by the rain. He let it slip down his brown coat as if nothing were. Glowing orange eyes fell opon a far away figure- a gushing lump in the water. His ears swirved back and fourth, listening to the rain, yet his eyes stayed fixated on the creature. The fox's pupils contracted quickly as he soundlessly skimmed the water and through the reeds, the smell of blood guiding him.

Finally, a meal...

Though as he came to be beside this deer, the fox noted breathing. In and out, slow and faint. Though since this doe seemed to be in such a state, the fox decided to pity her. If she perished, then he would eat.

"What's wrong?" his voice was gentle and pure. The canine sniffed the doe, flicking his tail.
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The doe smelled the predator

The doe smelled the predator faintly. That must mean he was close. It was then that she felt the warm stickiness of steaming breath. The doe opened her sightless eyes, turning her head to where his form had spoken from. "I think that you know what is wrong." Her voice was reed-thin and weak, but carried the heavy weight of defensive aggression.

She did not want to show that she was too weak and stuck to get out, but it was pretty apparent. Pinning her ears, the doe spoke again. "I don't think I would make a good meal. I've been ill." She fibbed, but didn't. She had been ill, but had not known it. "I would not want to give you whatever it is."

Liar. But good at it.
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Ourania sighed heavily,

Ourania sighed heavily, slowly waking up to the first drops of rain. Her violet eyes slowly opened, a drop landing square into one of them. The doe blinked and shook her head to rid it. With a yawn she lifted herself to her hooves and stretched. She studied her surroundings a few moments. The birch was a dull golden hue, not the bright shiny gold as the doe liked. The grass didn't sway in the breeze, just plastered to the ground as the rain grew harder. Shaking her head again, the doe made her way to the river.

Nearing the edge of the birch, the doe paused, looking around. Several deer were huddled against each other under trees, some running for shelter. The doe picked up pace, then stopped at the river's bank. She dipped her muzzle in the cool water and drank thirstily. Suddenly her head flew up and she snorted, shaking her head. The horrible taste and smell of blood had tainted her water. She wuickly looked down the river and saw the problem.

The doe hurried to the deer, whom she recognized as Jupiter, in the river. " Hey it's me, Ourania. Are you ok?" The doe looked her over and snorted. " Well that was a dumb question. Here, let me help you out of there." Ourania slid down the river bank and lay beside the doe, using her body to attempt to push her up the shorter side.
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A comforting voice blew

A comforting voice blew toward Jupiter on the air. She recognized her friend Ourania's pictogram as she peered up at it. Sadly, she was unable to see her face framed with Pollen. That had been washed away by the rain. The doe's milky eyes could not see anything other than the gently bobbing light that sat above the other's head. She shivered.

Jupiter smiled at Ourania, but quickly her smile turned to a look of pain. "Wait! Mh... don't move me... My hoof is stuck between the stones. I don't want to break it." The warning was clear as the doe tried to shake the reeds from her other foot and steady herself. She motioned to the spot where her forehoof was caught in the rock of the bridge. "I need to get it loose first." The reed-thin and quaking voice, though trying to be confident and strong, was betrayed by the weakness the doe was feeling and the pain that attacked her with each movement.

Jupiter's mud-caked hair dragged through the mud as she turned herself to one side in an attempt to gain leverage to free her trapped hoof, and ultimately get herself out of the water.
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Upon hearing Jupiter's leg

Upon hearing Jupiter's leg was stuck, the piebald doe paused her efforts and reluctantly let the other gently slide back down the bank. She gathered herself ungracefully to her hooves and looked the situation over. She began to dig the bank around where Jupiter's leg was stuck. It took some time but once there seemed enough room, she nudged the doe's leg gently in attempts to free it. " Let me know if this hurts. Can you move it?"
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A wince crossed her face, but

A wince crossed her face, but quickly subsided. "It hurts, but I can move it a little. It might be more hurt than I think, though." The doe tried to push her leg downward, freeing it on to the mud. Upon sliding it loose, it seemed to look a little more limp than it should have. It was not much of a concern to Jupiter, though, because she was free.

"Alright, Oura, watch out. I don't see where your body is so I don't want to hurt you too." With that warning, the doe began the process of standing. Much slipping around like a fawn later, she managed to gain balance. Pain shot up her leg from the injured foot, but the deer managed to stand on it: a good sign.

"Now for the hard part, yes?" A look of "oh is it good to be free" crossed her face as she peered toward the top of the steep bank.
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