[[He's really handsome. xD Unfortunately I'm terrible at keeping up with rps, so I'll just track this. :c]]

Thank goodness for a good RP. <3 I love your metaphors.

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Where the avian-deer lacked in wetness the small whitetail picked up the slack. By now her tree was surrounded by a puddle, so she had left it behind to wander in search of a drier abode. Poplar was beginning to dislike the rain.

The mud outside sucked at her feet and squelched between her cloven toes. Uncomfortable was an understatement as her fur clung to her skin like a wet wool sweater. Moving was cumbersome with such a combination, creating even more of a reason for a dry home to rest in. Rain kept falling, so the doe kept moving forward to the only place she knew that would provide shelter without the sick feeling of bile rising in her throat that the Birch offered as compensation for dry shelter. The Oak stretched to the sky in the distance, blocking out a patch of clouds with its beautiful foliage. Vainly Poplar hoped that the oak would scratch her long branches through the clouds so that the sun could peek out. It did not.

Entering the tree's dry circle, a spray of water jetted from the doe's fur as she shook it. Ever-carefully the dripping beast entered the dry, mossy cavern. Tongue took to fur, cleaning and trying to wring the water from her coconut brown pelt. Hopefully the air circulating in the tree's near-empty belly would help to dry this thin wool sweater and make things more comfortable. With a huff, the doe sprawled out in the place she had dropped, ears back in contempt for the rain. She almost did not notice the other in the tree. But who could completely evade detection with a pelt like that?

{{ @Xemi: I really have been wanting to RP REALLY bad and this community is SUPPERR nice. ;; -hug-

@GlobalBeauty: Thanks so much for wanting to rp. ;; I never rp'd a deer before but alas, I had stated i was trying to develop him! And also, thank you for the compliment.}}


     Buck, sat and listened, lulled by the ongoing swoosh and tatatat of raindrops dancing upon leaves branches, and the now very moist earth. Such a song soothed his lonely heart and excited it all the same while also encouraging his spirit to sing back a tune of its own; a pace-spiked beat of his heart. Listeners lay flat behind his painted face but not long for the buck had caught sight of a small figure that began to approach. He noted the small figure as it approached closer and to be met with such an encounter, buck's auds had flicked heavenward while nose tasted the air; this was a deer. He watched the doe as she moved her way in, dripping from top to bottom and wondered if this doe had gotten lost in the rain. That wool sweater, coconut and toffee swirl in hue, held thick to her sides leading him to believe the small one has been out and about in such a day as this for a while. He held his curious thoughts back and rumbled as if to clear his throat though in the softest of ways careful as not to spook the other guest.

      "Poor thing, wet and cold.. Did you forget yourself in the rain? "Obviously, the buck had a tinge of hilarity in his soft-spoken voice as he hoisted well built frame to his toes, walking with confidence to the doe's side where he gave her a friendly sniff; breathing in and out in soft yet quick stirs of breath, noting the doe's appearance and hopefully, would gain a name to go with his new recording.

     "My name is Quetzal.. It's very nice to meet you." Buck bowed his skull-face to the ground as low as he could as if to show the doe his utmost respect and to gain acquaintance with her before he plopped himself a few feet from the small white tail where he could be found tilting his feather-crested skull in her direction. Inside Quetzal's chest he could feel the new found warmth of comfort as it began to ignite in a thick flame that swam through his every vein and soothed that sore brain of his of weary loneliness

{{Sorry if that's lame Dx}}

The stag gave a simple nod of his hidden face and within the depths of his mind, he would compile this ones name, features, and personality into one classification to be used for future referencing be they split and meet sometime in the future. As the femme commented on the fact at having feathers, he gave a mild chuckle, leaning his head closer. " Though having feathers means the only wet you'll ever feel is that of a morning swim in a lake. It's sort of a lonely thought, though in the state you seem to meld into you probably would disagree. And your scent isn't bothersome. I can smell linen through that wet musk you currently hold and it's nice." He smiled sweetly.

With the reply of the doe's name he would give a sort of smile, ears flicking with the pounding of nature outside the safe oak tree. "Poplar." He would echo, enjoying

Bucks voice came to a pause as he watched the subtle doe while she groomed and licked at her damp pelt, feeling a sense of empathy overcome him. He had wished there a way to help dry her and keep her warm in kindness of his heart, though not wanting to frighten the new company would simply nudge as gently as possible in a helpful manner against her nape and ruffled such a coat; hoping to shake the weather from it and not spook.

Pulling back his head from the other he allowed skull to tilt towards the left, as if to question the femme before him though following such actions was an agreeing bob. "Aye, I am pretty new to the forest.. this is my third day to be exact. It's very quiet- well at least in the parts I've explored. Almost made me feel like the only deer here which would be awfully tragic.. such beauty." It was true; the endless forest's vastness was a beauty though every rose tends to have a thorn or two and with his charming and calm personality the buck intended to have more friends than enemies.. hoping to keep that list to the bare minimal he could possibly control. However new he may be, Quetzal understood that there weren't always going to be such nice entities as this though Poplar seemed nice enough and he felt very thankful to have met her before anyone else.

Outside the oak, Mother nature seemed well and alive; not ready to give up her garden tending just yet as she watered the earth below diligently and in great amounts. She seemed to find it rather parched, in which case, began to offer more and more to her spouts- the clouds that kept the sun's rays from stroking the creatures below with warm and loving fingers. As if the watering wasn't enough, a slight breeze rolled in to create a soft " Wwhooooooowwwww" noise within the oak's trunk staying only for a few brief and chilling seconds before rolling around into the atmosphere; hopping from one of the oak's limbs to the next like a hyperactive primate running from it's parental. It soon began to wisp and flutter into a cold and unfriendly wind, causing the stag to ruffle his feathers while tucking away his front pillars to keep them warm.

Quetzal laid within the deep oak, thoughts free to wander whilst auds flicked with the raindrops as they painted the ground below. With those hollowed peepers he steadied sight upon the sodden foil and to his surprise, witnessed one of his own. within his chest, Quetzal could feel the cold emptiness flutter away with the flame of socialization and company. It warmed him greatly and caused him to smile from one side of his black face to the other, returning the fellow buck with a bow in greeting of his own.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sparrow. I'm Called Quetzal." The buck then bobbed his crested skull while a soft and warming smile pulled at his lips. This deer had a aura to him that made Quetzal fall to ease- he felt comfortable in every way around him and that made his heat race with a new found beat. He was able to speak to someone of the endless forest finally after days in seclusion where he had wondered if there was much life in this forest at all after wandering for these past moons.

"I'm new around this forest.. so forgive me if my customs are a bit different.." one softspoken voice was ceased, a mild chuckle soon trailed after, echoing within the trunk of the tree where he and the fellow buck sat. Quetzal noted the other was quite wet and with curiousness, he would comment, asking Sparrow if he enjoyed the rain as much as he himself did or if he enjoyed morning baths in great lakes. He now was stroked with an insatiable curious itch- the offspring of these few lonely days of travel and was ready to make a few friends or acquaintances.

{{Deleted that last post of mine and reposted with an actual post for Sparrow. Sorry bout that!}}

{{Thanks so much! I'm so rusty.. been almost two years since I RPed last.}}

Quetzal ruffled his downy frame with excitement whilst the young buck began to prance around and kick at the nature that fell and moistened the already quenched earth. A soft laugh emitted from slightly parted lips and he prodded a frontal clove against the mush as well, enjoying the "slap slap slap" noise he created. "Haha... Indeed.. it's pretty fun to play in the mud, hmmn?" The stag was thoroughly amused by the younger one- so much energy and kind spirit. As Quetzal lay his feathers back against himself he listened intently on what the other had spoken of, taking in each word and registering them into sentences, then nodding in agreement when Sparrow had commented on his rather peculiar appearance.

The buck pulled himself to his toes, sinking slightly in the foil beneath though didn't pay much attention as it didn't bother him the slightest. As if to show off his dazzling coat, the male would fluff his feathers and raise his crest atop his head much like the white birds called cockatoos. The emerald and cyan coloured feathers glistened in what little light was shining through to the inside of the hollowed oak tree and he prodded and stomped about, partaking in the previous actions the smaller one had done. As he stepped outside the sheltered lay, the raindrops seemed to purposely avoid him as they dappled and peppered his avian pelt then rode each rather downwards with gravity before they would plunge from the tips and retreating into the earth below.

With a smirk, he entered into the hollow and plopped a still very dry body near Sparrow, nipping at his mucky acquaintance in a surge of excitement.

" I'm thankful that you do worry on such things as customs.. because that' felt rather great to bound around like a newling.. I do admit, I'm the first of my aviary kind that I've come across.. but its' what makes us unique." His words seemed to trail off, as if lost in a blizzard though his voice soon reeled new words to emerge within moments of a quaint silence.

" I'm from very far away.. I've traveled many a moon and sun to find my way to the forest.. Where i used to live, I was told stories of a wondrous beauty- an endless forest...So, when..." he trailed off once more - catching himself before mentioning that to the young buck.

Quetzal cleared his throat with a huff and shook his crested skull slightly as if attempting to deter his mind from stirring up memories of his past though soon after was right back to storytelling in his soft-spoken manner. "When I was ready, I left my homeland in the far far southlands to travel here and find a family and friendly deer.. I've been alone for quite some time that it almost felt like I was the only deer alive!" By the end of his speaking, the stag snickered and nipped once more at the smaller one, playfully ruffling Sparrow's matted pelt with the tip of his skull muzzle, smiling all the while.

{{woop long, sorry! }}

Quetzal listened to the female with his full attention- those ears fully erect with the tips saluting heavenward and skullface unmoving. As she finished, the stag would bob such a head, agreeing before shaking his frame in small twitches to cure that drafty cold which seemed to wrap its unloving and unfeeling arms around the buck, not intending to let him slip away. "I'm glad I've wondered into such a paradise then.. That's exactly what I was aiming for when I followed the night stars pathway from my homelands." As words ceased to birth from his lips, Quetzal flattened listeners, snorting from his snout then gave a rather big shake as if to knock the demon from his feathery pelt: success- for now.
"It's getting colder.. I predict nightfall is upon us.. Do you have a home to return to? I wouldn't mind accompanying you on your travel home to a family- unless you're of the same equation as I and are alone in your travel; without family or a true homestead to clove to.." He spoke in the most soft-spoken voice, concerned for Poplar. Did she have a family she belonged to? Was she a lone wanderer who was searching for something unknown?

He began to wonder about the forest, thinking deeply on what else could be out there and of the things he could explore. He wondered what other deer there could be and how populated this forest was. Upon thinking, Quetzal shifted his weight to the other side, brushing his dry feathers to the coconut coloured femme and gave a small smile. He was offering his warmth to the small doe to keep her from catching any sort of sickness the cold winds and rains brought with them.
"I offer you my dry feathers and warm down to you, Poplar.. in hopes I can aide you in drying that sodden frame of yours... I would feel the utmost regret if you were to catch a sneeze in the company of mine.." Though the bucks only intention was to sooth the other, he was careful as not to make his doe-friend feel uncomfortable with his friendly manner, not pushing against her, just brushing plush pelt with hers.

He then awaited Poplar's reaction, murring softly as the flame that pulsed with his strong heart began to drain through his entire build, warming him like it had done before; finding itself trapped within the down of his avian coat.

Buck tilted his skullface and twitched a listener, thinking deeply on what the other had said. Did he really choose to come to such a place?

"...In a sense I did choose to come here. I heard stories of this forest in my dreams.. I know this may sound a bit absurd but I could 'dreamwalk'. I could visit life-like places in my dreams and 'reside' within such places for set amounts of time. I could not choose where or how long but I was always compelled to learn more about this 'gift'. My family, the other avian deer in my homelands, told me that we all have gifts or powers and the day we learned how to master said gifts, we would leave our homeland and start a new life somewhere beyond.."

Quetzal paused to nibble at sparrow. He quiet enjoyed the company of this younger male and as the other spoke about his ability to transform his body from bird to deer, he felt somewhat at home. No, his kind couldn't transform their bodies from animals to deer, but his race being part bird he enjoyed the company of a brother to it's fullest.

" I wouldn't know much differnt between life as a bird or life as a deer. I've been mixed my whole life and it doesn't bother me much... In times of Dreamwalk, I become an entity of some sort but Ive never seen myself in said form. It's like a weightless feeling.. almost the feeling as if I was downy under plumage. It's kind of peaceful.."

While the two sat and shared conversation, Quetzal would return the soft nuzzle to the other, licking at the area between the small Sparrow's ears as it cleaning it free of the wet from outside, ruffling it up some into a spiked dew from the tongue strokes. It was a wondrous feeling to be in such a company and to stay warm in this cold and wet scene. Despite the oils on his feathers that forced the rainfall from his pelt, the cold knew no such boundaries and it chilled to the bone as it tickled its way under his down where it haunted- not wanting to leave. This caused the buck to tighten the feathers closer to his body, making sure the body heat that was generated wouldn't escape.

"Daft, maybe.. but exciting and intriguing none the less. I'm fascinated by such words as transformation- I've never met one who could change their body on a whim to a different creature. As for why I came here... it's because in my dreams I had visited here before. Once. I found this place so enchanting that I decided that once I mastered my gift I would make my new life begin here. However.. I don't remember the way home..or if i am meant to know."

Quetzal gave a humoured laugh while the other spoke of being stuck in a tree in his deer form. He could just picture it now- the young buck soaring happily and nestled under the canopy of a great tree then the next second, becoming a deer and frantically attempting to find an escape.
"Hahaa.. that's quite the side tickler, Sparrow. I'm glad you realized how to transform into your native form. It's be an unfortunate and rather inconvenient predicament.. A deer stuck in a tree." Stag snickered once more before snorting, laughing once again at such a wild picture in his mind, not meaning to offend, simply admiring the story.

The buck enjoyed the other's company. He much enjoyed the other's very friendly atmosphere as well as his fun spirit. much like a bird.. He would curl the corners of his mouth in a wide and warm smile. He found a friend. From within his jugular, the male began to create a soft cooing sound almost similar to that of a dove; it was like a cat's purr as it showed a sign of deep happiness and comfort. The stag nearly felt as though he was with his family.

"I would love to be privileged with such a sight! I'm truly fascinated on this subject as I have never seen such a thing in my lifetime."

He lay, nuzzled against his new friend while he await the show that was the mysterious transition from clove-toed beauty to feathered angel.

((Oh man sorry for this so short!))

The stag was widely amazed by what had happened before him. A deer who had morphed his body to a tiny sparrow. He truly had never seen such a thing and could now add this witnessing to his mental list of experiences in his life. Transformation: The ability to alter a subject in a way so that object would be molded into a new shape or body form. With a small tilt of his masked head, buck would call out to the other in awe while his heart raced and jumped about with pure adrenaline. The bright flash and mysterious dust-like particles eventually birthed forth a very small ave in which looked just like a regular house sparrow that once stood before him.
"Wow... That's incredible! And that you can speak is marvelous.. perhaps that was a gift. "
Quetzal blinked at the male, giving a nibble on his ears once Sparrow turned back and while the other buck began to converse on how he preferred his sparrow form over his deer form, he Couldn't help but smile and feel warm. As the smaller one spoke the word "friend" Quetzal flushed with a new found reality. Yes.. he was indeed this younger one's friend and this made the avian stag feel much at ease. It was confirmed. This was the first friend he had made with the few days he had been wandering and his once lonely soul now felt revived and alive where it beat with a bright and bold drum.

"..Friend. You know, Sparrow you're the first friend I've made here in the forest. I'm thankful for that and I hope we can be the best of friends.. You've really mended my lonely, and rather aching soul." Quetzal ceased words, breathing out heavily. Nostrils created a misty cloud for a brief second before it disappeared into the cool air that played upon each one's pelts with a daunting and bitter cold. Before not too long, the bigger buck began to preen, pulling out a loose emerald and sapphire feather and then placing it atop the small ones head, snickering the while then forcing his pointed muzzle against any soft and sensitive areas around Sparrows sides and arms as if to "tickle". He was indeed happy with his new confirmation and within his head, took ever note possible of his new friendship. Sparrow: one who walked like a deer but soared like a small bird.

(Oh GAWD!! I'm so sorry!!! I completely missed that you had posted!!! *haz a ded*)


Sparrow enjoyed the nuzzling and preening from his new friend and returned it, thinking about his transformation abilities as a gift. He had never thought of it that way before. He nodded slowly as he nibbled at Quetzal's neck. "Perhaps it is a gift," he mused. "But a gift from whom? To that question, Sparrow had no answer. He had no knowledge of Gods or spirits - no birds in Great Britain did. He had been by the twin God statues many times but thought them nothing more than pretty statues. He often loved to perch upon their clean white surface to sunbathe - much as he did on the statues back home.
Sparrow looked quizzically at the feather atop his head and snickered. "I look stately, he giggled out. As Quetzal started to tickle his sides he couldn't help but continue his laughter. He nuzzled back as best he could, looking for the tickle spots in the larger stag's sides. He only paused a moment to speak, "I think we will be the best of friends. You are my first friend as well." The buck smiled and leaned into his new friend's side.