I am just a lonely doe... My fur is blue and gray... It is thickening for winter... My eyes are green... Because the grass is growing shorter... I am not small... I am close to the height of most stags I am not weak But only the young are worth fighting for |
All of my own have gone... As has my mate... I'm so alone |
So I will find the lost fawns... |
And lead them back all back home... |
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The evening forest is a quiet place. The air is cool and the sounds few; squirrels and birds are making their ways to their trees and nests. Trees creak and a few fall with the gentle push of the wind. Their cries can be heard all throughout the forest. The surviving trees reach up toward the sky, as if praying to the heavens so they extend invisible hands to help their brothers up. No such thing ever happens...the mightiest trees all fall.
There is however, one tree that seems it may never break and fall like the others. An oak, large and powerful, hollowed through br hands unknown. Here many deer sit and sleep, in the company of one another. The does all stay close to their stags and nudge their fawns even closer.
A heap of blue and gray fur stands up from their midst. She is so much larger than the other does, she even challenges stags with her size. This doe, smooths out her fur with her tongue and the fluffy heap is calm again. She has left a sleeping fawn behind, not hers, never, but she has just returned him to his true mother.
This blue doe is Ace. The first and last of her kind. She looks back at the tree a and then her green eyes look away as she trots off to the pond.
Bump? Is bored :\\
Is bored :\\
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Hm, interesting concept. o:
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The evening forest is a quiet place. The air is cool and the sounds few; squirrels and birds are making their ways to their trees and nests. Trees creak and a few fall with the gentle push of the wind. Their cries can be heard all throughout the forest. The surviving trees reach up toward the sky, as if praying to the heavens so they extend invisible hands to help their brothers up. No such thing ever happens...the mightiest trees all fall.
There is however, one tree that seems it may never break and fall like the others. An oak, large and powerful, hollowed through br hands unknown. Here many deer sit and sleep, in the company of one another. The does all stay close to their stags and nudge their fawns even closer.
A heap of blue and gray fur stands up from their midst. She is so much larger than the other does, she even challenges stags with her size. This doe, smooths out her fur with her tongue and the fluffy heap is calm again. She has left a sleeping fawn behind, not hers, never, but she has just returned him to his true mother.
This blue doe is Ace. The first and last of her kind. She looks back at the tree a and then her green eyes look away as she trots off to the pond.
Theres a stag...Not a stag. A
SORRY FER SPELLING NOT GOOD AT ENGLISH!!
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(( Your english is just fine
The blue doe pauses at the trunk of a willow and raises her head to see if there are any deer around. Particularly stags, she hates how they just fight and fight and fight all the time. She noses her side and licks the fur down against an empty streak. Beneath it there is a scar, one she obtained from that first stag she had to fight. With a heavy sigh she leans her head against the willow tree, tired.
A faint scent creeps into her nostrils, so strong it makes her sneeze. Fish. She stands, and starts walking the length of the pond. Then she sees a flash of white and something blue-ish and freezes at the water. A stag is there, sitting quite calmly, fishing out koi. She hates when deer do this, fish the swimming jewels out and pile them up. Uneasy, she starts walking toward him, her tail up and her thin antlers high. She whistles out a call and waits for the stag to see her.
He whipps his head around,
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The snap of the tree makes
"What's up dude?" She hears him say.
With a disgruntled sigh she comes closer and nods toward the fish. "You are eating all of them, arent you?"
He smirks at her "Hey I ain't
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"Good thinking," She pauses,
The Koi swim in dazed circles and then to the depths of the pond. Ace looks up and lifts her ears, feigning that she hears something. She cranes her neck upwards and listens very carefully, hearing nothing, but making it very convincing that she does.
"Do hear that, stag?"
He twitches his ears, they
Sorry that was a weak respons!!
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She lays her ears back in
Im bored can i RP with you?
Sure (is bored too)
"Hey Girly back off"! He
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The sudden snap causes the
"You're right...Adam." She tests the word on her tongue. "I am sorry...truly...but would you at least let me show you something?" She curtsies to him and tilts her head in accent to the question.
He blinks his icey blue eyes,
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She chuckles. "Take respect
Ace watches the stag step up and looks down at his hooves. The fur is in all colors, like the great bands that come after rain showers. She paws at them and watches the fur part and then come back together. The doe wonders if he was born with them or if they were a gift from the gods. She turns away and starts trotting, feeling the soreness in her muscles from chasing fawns all morning.
"Tell me," She says without turning back. "Were you born with those pretty colors?"
He blushed as she played with
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The doe pauses at his answer
His fur rose around his
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Shady reared up to peer into
Ace turns back again, and
Instantly, the voice of her own son saying similar words came to mind. She shook her head, and flattened her ears, her whole body tense. She turned around and faced the younger stag, not in a fighting stance but in one of detest.
"Well?"
((Tenley, Ace won't notice your deer right away :') ))
His body kinda whet lip, his
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"Oh," She says quietly,
(ok) Shady looked around
Shady looked around and turned to walk into the forest a little deeper...
He blushes again "Thanks" he
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Ace stops and lifts her ears,
"Do you hear that too?"
The puppetteer dosen't hear
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"Alright then..." She shakes
She shakes her head and goes from a walk to a trot and then breaks into a run. The cool afternoon breeze washes through her thickening fur and she wonders when the snow will decide to fall.
Not being emost fit persn he
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Ace jumps at the sound of the
"I'll give you a nuzzle again if you can get up."
SHady perked his ears,
He smiles sheepishly and
weak post O(
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The doe shakes her head,
"Oh no." Her ears flatten and she makes an irritated whistling sound through her mask.
He looks around, and gives a
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Shady heard the call and
(Dont think we should do to
"He held his ground, he didn't look threatening, more like a stubor teenager standing infront of his girl friend. As soon as that thought when through his mind he blushed and looked away a bit "Good cause I don't wanna fight either" he muttered sheepishly.
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Shady ran up to the stag that
Ace doesn't bother to sniff
She sniffs at the new stag but doesn't bow. "Now where exactly did you come from?"
((double post xD No worries
i... i dont know... he
She stares at him a moment
Shady blushed. he backed up,
She shakes her head and
Ace sits down beside him and starts smoothing down the fur on his neck like she does with fawns wet from the pond and stream. She no longer thought about her plan to nap the evening away beside the pond.
Shady was shocked at her