((Wow, I think you do a great job if English is not your first language, I’m impressed! ))

Herla moved with the group of does when Gehirn herded them all off from some over-interested stags. She enjoyed flirting with other stags but there was something about Gehirn that made her want to stick by his side. She was not overly pleased to be in the birch forest, the grazing tended to be a lot less lush, but it did get good sun and the spaces where wide open. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the safety a mature strong stag can offer.” she said bowing to him. She was sated from grazing that morning and was now happy to rest in the sun and ruminate. Secure in the knowledge the large bull would be keeping an eye out for them. She sighed in contentment.

“Youth is overrated, I appreciate the strength and experience that comes with age,” she said, and meant it. She was young herself and had only her beauty. She needed a stag that was strong enough to keep her safe.

Herla dozed next to the big black stag, sleeping soundly. When she awoke, Gehirn was still by her side and she nuzzled into his black fur. She noticed the other two does where no longer there and glanced around briefly confirming this. A nameless deer approached and both she and Gehirn greeted him. Nameless where sad, ephemeral creatures that had no physical substance and could not interact in the physical world. She used to be afraid of them, and would run away, especially when they would call and make unnerving noises. Now, she just found them sad for they could never truly interact and had found that if you were kind to them and greeted them, they would usually quickly evaporate into whatever mist they originated from and leave once again.

“They don’t have to be afraid of anything. Nothing can harm them. and here she sighed, looking sad. Then she looked back up at the kindly black stag and added, “But they can never be touched either. Not by a beautiful doe. Not by anything. Even if they should want it.”

((No problem, have fun! I’ll be in and out as well, feel free to find me! ))

((Herla is the jealous sort, she wants to be the center of attention, and being just another doe in a stag's harem doesn’t suit her. Of course it is okay for her to flirt with multiple stags though! ))

Herla peered at the black stag, and listened intently to what he was saying, “I’ve never heard that before…I always thought of the unnamed as…like you said…ghosts. That is somehow…comforting, to know they are not forsaken to be trapped in that state…but may be born into a fawn.” she was young, there were so many things she did not know, and so many things she was afraid of. She had felt helpless all her life. The gentle stag’s voice calmed her, and when he caressed her feathers she leaned into his muzzle and groaned. It felt good. It made her sort of dizzy and she didn’t want him to stop. “You can sniff my feathers anytime,” she murmured.

((Two stags giving her attention? Yeah, that's more to her liking! LOL!)

Herla thought on his words about the nameless, they had always seemed sad to her, perhaps that was her own projection though on something that couldn’t quite communicate and so she imagined her own emotional state, alone in a frightening, uncaring world. “I hope that you are right, dear Gehirn, that the nameless are happy. I’ve always thought them so sad…” her words trailed off as his teeth mussed at the fur on her neck, nipping down slightly, making her shudder in pleasure. Firm and gentle at the same time, his touch was making her feel very strange. “Gehirn…” she swooned, words escaping her. And not a fake swoon. Not artificial. She felt it. His compliments adding fire to the flames she had a difficult time understanding. This was dangerous…but she didn’t care.

((uh-oh...is that fine china demeanor cracking?))

((Argh, cliff hanger! Oh noooes! LOL, good night then, yes, 2:30am is altogether too late, my brain would be melted at that time! Hopefully I should be around a lot tomorrow, so Gehirn and Herla can continue. ))

Herla was getting lost in the sensations. His voice, his gentle ministrations. She was getting altogether too…worked up by the feelings they were causing in her. He paused and asked her if she was alright. She leaned into him, not wanting the ministrations to stop. No! was the answer, No, she was not alright. She was decidedly most unwell. She was behaving most fool hardily and making herself vulnerable in a way she never did. He could hurt her so badly right now, one uncaring action, one cross word and she would be devastated. And she didn’t care one bit. When she spoke, it sounded a bit husky, “Gehirn…please… she trailed off.

((Dun, dun, dun…cliffhanger of doom. ))

Ravus has been “mystery stag” of the week since the map never would cooperate for me so I could locate “his” identity. I think our deer have interacted almost every night this week! LOL! Well mystery solved! Hah! Herla saw Ravus sparring with that other deer (don’t know who they are either) and was worried about him. Who won? Lol! Hope you didn’t mind me throwing her into the interaction and gumming up the works.

((Thank you. And cool, another mystery solved, your Phylux was actually very sweet, Herla could tell he wanted to protect her. She likes it when stags “fight over her” but she did get scared when they got too close. Fun drama ))

It was fun!


Mystery deer who turned out to be Ravus.


Herla hiding behind trees while Ravus and Phylux fought.

Ohlawl. Herla came up to Forsake today, he tried to be polite but was a bit distracted hunting his amnesia-assaulted lover. But I've seen her around plenty of times before. She's quite amusing.~

/cracking up at Shaku's comment

But thanks, SHL-- I feel better thinking of it that way! And great captures.

And Ravus and Phylux are like family, but Ravus has so many issues when it comes to her ego/control. She's not normally possessive but now she feels super entitled to/validated by Herla, especially since she didn't get her way with Phy beforehand. So it's really making me laugh that Herla is probably in for more of the same treatment. xD. I think Shaku covered everything, that aside. Oh, and poor Herla!

"She thinks of Ravus as another suitor and protector."

Ha! Well, so she is, in her own way. And you too, that was fun. The red stag was Geography; they have a friendly rivalry going on. Love how he went after Herla. xD

((No problem Misako, we can pick up where we left off with Herla and Gerhirn last night.))

Herla started to grow drowsy as Gerhirn continued his grooming, she sighed again as he nuzzled behind her ear, leaning into the touch. It had been ages since she’d been groomed by another, she was usually too aloof to allow it. When he paused and yawned she looked up at him with sleepy eyes. His antlers towered over them like branches of a tree, she felt safe nestled beneath them. “Thank you… she murmured. She reached up and nuzzled his throat beneath his jaw, giving his skin a little nip, then licking the thick fur smooth. It was the most real affection she had given a stag in a long time.

((Herla is in the forest now, near the blue bell bowl, I’ll be checking in and out, so sorry if Herla won’t awaken!))

((Meep, sorry you couldn’t find me. Herla took a stroll through the forest. I have problems seeing a lot of 2nd generation pictos playing v.3.31…but I didn’t know that my picto would look differently as well.))

Herla enjoyed it when the giant stag rumbled deep in his throat and lowered his head into her grooming, he was so large and powerful, yet he bared himself to her caresses. She enjoyed the power over such a large stag, his masculinity bowing to her made her feel all the more feminine. With genuine affection and tenderness though, she nibbled at his throat, pleased at the grunts of pleasure she was able to elicit. “Thank you again Gerhirn for looking out for me and fighting off the unfriendly stag, I do hope you were not injured? she asked nuzzling his face and gently licking around his eye and forehead, gentle kisses of affection.

“I am fine, I was only scared” she said, nibbling at his jaw line. “I’m glad you were not injured. When he presented the sprig with blueberries, she flashed him a warm smile before delicately plucking a few off. “These are good! I haven’t eaten them before, I didn’t know they were edible…but I will heed your warning and not eat too many. she giggled as she ate, her natural flirtiness coming through. It was getting warm and after all the running and resting in the sun, a thirst was growing in her throat. “Kind sir, I’d be most grateful if you could escort me to the pond.

Herla walked through the forest with her head held high and her feather mantle fluffed. She was very proud walking through the woods with this large noble stag at her side. When he would look at her she would give him a warm smile and cock her head, letting the feathers of her fan hid part of her face, so the smile could only be seen in her eyes. When they reached the pond, she drank deeply, quenching her thirst. It was a hot day. She lowered herself down into the cool waters, sighing in pleasure and looking up at the large stag with a smile.

The stag took his steps calmly, for each step he took it seemed Herla had to take two. And he did want to make sure she kept up. A grin kept up his face as he noticed how elegant she was behaiving. She sure knew she was beautifull. Gehirn had to make sure not too look at her for too long, or he'd smash himself into a tree. The irish lifted his head high, chest forward, walking proudly. He joined her in taking a sip from the waters, preferring the deep waters as they held less sand to them. His visits to the pond were daily, always taking a bath after getting up in the morning. For a stag, he was rather vain.
He plucked off some of the pond's waterweed, before settling in the water next to Herla. It was soothing.
Gehirn returned her gaze. "This better?" He smiled.

The stag let out a deep breath, seemingly quite content. His dark fur easily took a lot of warmth in, the water sure helped that problem. "Fearfull? You? Whom would harm you?" Noone as long as he could make sure of that. "It is quite fine, though. I am happy to escort you if you wish for me to do so." The dark stag nodded. He had noticed her jealous gaze and was quite amused by it. Perhaps he should be more carefull instead of agreeing, but even he was acting rather angry towards other stags that came near. Even jumping in front of a butterfly pelted stag. Today, Gehirn did not feel like sharing. There was something off about his mood, something almost hostile. Although he was the perfect gentleman towards Herla.

(Aaah sorry, that was slow. I forgot I had to do something important for school haha. It wasn't much work but it caused me not to pay attention to the screen for a moment, untill we saw Herla come running back with a devout pelt XD

Oh! The leaving, well, that is kind of why Gehirn is in a bit of a sour mood. Virgil blew the plans off and, Gehirn was quite enthosiastic about it. Now it's a grumpy Gehirn rofl, but I guess it's good news for Herla! XD)

((Misako, school work is definitely more important! Yeah, my browser and TEF both crashed, at least I didn’t have to restart my computer, just had to restart TEF, then run around getting my mini pelt back, doh!))

“The forest is not always safe for a small doe…there are giant beastly squirrels in the woods and crocs in the pond, not to mention ungentlemanly stags a delicate doe must be wary off.” she said demurely. “I am so afraid on my own, but I have no fears with you by my side kindly sir. and gave him another peck on the cheek.

((Uruushou, thanks so much! And good to see Liam again, Herla is happy her friend has come to visit her. He was missed. ))

(Helloo Uruushou! Haha aw, poor Herla when she finds out Gehirn has a mate ;_; Though their relationship is rather free, that's true. But he'd never put another woman above his beloved Trees. Hee. XD)

"Ah. With that, I agree. I had just thought there would be plenty of stags that would make sure you're alright." He smiled. Though his eyes were indeed, on the water. The crocodile was nearby, though it never seemed to go after a healthy deer. He wasn't as worried. And perhaps it would take one of the fawns that kept screaming and causing him to get a headache. The peck he recieved brought up a light chuckle from the stag, that gave the doe a little nudge with his nose against her cheek. "It is fine. Hopefully I can make sure you don't have to worry, hm?"

(( Poor Herla, first Liam turns out to like stags, Ravus is in fact female, and now Gehirn has a doe already. She will be intensely jealous of course when she finds out Gehirn already has a women, but she is the sort of doe who is not above trying to steal a man! Ba-ha-ha-ha! ))

Herla shot the big stag a sultry look, “My hero,” she said silkily. Getting up from the water, she gave him another lick on the nose then walked to shore and shook herself off, fluffing her feather mantle, preening for Gehirn’s benefit. She loved the grasses around the pond, they were some of the most succulent in the forest. She started to graze, being sure to keep her eye on her stag.

((Going to be doing some stuff around the house, I’ll keep checking back ))

((Uruushou, how lucky Herla is to have her gay friend to bring her chocolates when her heart is broken! Stag-hag? ROFLMAO!))

(Ah, that would be so amusing ;__;.... Misako, why must you like drama so much. Well, as long as all players are cool drama is cool. YEAHH. But ya, poor Herla. But with her looks, it can't be hard to fine one that's not taken, gay or.. Female.. XD)

A satisfied chuckle was heard as she gave him that sultry look. Oh but, he sure loved the attention. But his pelt was rather thick, even after shedding, and he was glad to sit on the shore again. It took quite some time to dry up completely. The stag caught eye of her jealous gaze and grinned to himself. Pondering if he should perhaps mention it. "Why, you have a lovely pair of eyes, Herla." He decided to compliment instead. They actually came rather close to his own eye colour, a dark red. Much like wine. As the doe bend down to graze, he kept an eye out. Occassionally turning his eyes to her slim shape, her lovely markings. Again he grinned to himself, before turning to look around again. The pond always attracted many odd figures, and he found he should pay attention to them. Just in case.

(Ah, but it is time for me to go for bed now.. I slept rather bad last night, and it's time for school again tomorrow! Hopefully see you guys sometime soon again, I enjoy the interaction. Goodnight! And well, a good afternoon/evening to you!)

Herla positively glowed at Gehirn’s compliment, of her eyes, she fluttered her eyelashes and ducked her head. She saw his appraising looks, she was sure to sashay her hips a little more then necessary when she trotted over to a particularly nice patch of grass. She loved male attention. And he was so handsome and strong. And he was looking at her!

(( Okay Misako, have a good night! And laughing my tail off, Uruushou, at that! Classic, just classic. I have no qualm with drama, Herla is my drama generator; it’s what she was created for. Plenty of flaws and issues to play with. Muahahaha! So bring on the drama! It has been funny how every time Herla thinks she’s found the stag for her, another hurdle develops. “I’ve been dating since I was 16 years old, looking for Mr. Right, where is he already? I’m exhausted!" Poor Herla!))

((Graveyard: I love floofy white deer bums, Herla has a floofy blue deer bum, LOL!))

Herla had approached the strange white deer with fascination. At first she thought it was a stag she had not met. Something seemed…off with it though. Her curiosity drew her in and she approached to investigate further. It startled her when it spoke to her, and she stumbled back in fear but she did not run. It seemed to be blind. Yet it most certainly was not powerless. And it seemed…female? Herla was afraid of it, but she kept her voice as steady as possible, “I’m sorry, I disturbed you…I’m Herla., she said and gave a little doe bow. But she was tensed and ready to bolt like the wind if this creature made any menacing moves. She didn’t know why it fascinated her so.

The white doe was very strange. She sniffed Herla all over, Herla stayed very still not moving as the doe moved around her. She wasn’t sure whether to trust her or not. But she was alone otherwise, and Herla was fearful of sleeping alone. When the doe invited her to sit next to her, she hesitated a moment, especially with the comment about "eating her" but then she folded her legs under her and sat next to the blind doe. How could she be of harm? she thought. She would share some company with her. She was still awfully interested.