Careful steps where taken up the riverbank. He didn't want to slip out and land in the dirt again, all the previous washing would be for nothing. When he finally reached the save shore, he shook himself. Again, carefully, so he wouldn't lose his glasses.
A creature without hands...wearing glasses. That was really irony, wasn't it? As a man he had the habit to push them up almost every minute, having the feeling they would slip off his nose.
Here in this forest he lived in the constan horror to lose them.
He sighed. Slowly he wandered to the sunspot near the river. His favourite spot to dry his fur.
This whole washing in the waterfals and moving to the sunspot had somewhat become a ritual for him now... a relaxing one. He would feel awkward if somethin would prevent him from doing so.
He sighed again, allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment.
The way she walked was not so careful. Hooves stamped prints into the ground as she went, undeterred by her thin form and comparatively small stature. Monstrous hooves, paws, and whatever else had flattened the dirt in this forest to a hard layer that made it difficult to leave her own mark. She stopped. Slammed a slim cloven foot down with all the strength she could. Still, no mark. For a moment she was still...before a loud, frustrated growl erupted from her throat. Again, it meant nothing compared to the distant roars and clattering of large, heavy feet over the forest floor.
She would not be defeated. There were ways of making her mark. Thin ears flattened to the sides of her head, the cream colored doe continued to stomp her way forward, sharp eyes narrowing further as they focused on the body of water ahead. Mud would work. Temporary, but it would work.
Stomp, stomp, stomp. Squish. She didn't stop until all four legs had sunk into the muck. Even then, she didn't look at all put out by it. No. She looked triumphant. Long legs lifted and tugged, and with loud squelching sounds, she stepped out of the prints she had made, only to create new ones. Making her mark. She didn't even seek to pay attention to the company around the pond; sure, it was a popular place. Never would she have it to herself for her printmaking. The sliver of white out of the corner of her eye was hard to ignore, though. Loudly stepping forward again, she glanced up toward the bright shape.
His eyes where open wide as a sudden roar nearby tore the relative peace around him. Ears swung up, his whole body in an immediate allert.
It took him some time to detect the owner of that roar... with a frown he watched the strange antics of the doe, couldn't help but stare... for a moment forgetting every bit of education.
His face took a slight twist to the disgusted when he watched her sinking and stomping in the mud, a shiver running down his spine. Even the thought of all that dirt and mud on his body...
... a shock went through him when the doe suddenly seemed to aim for him, approaching with determinded steps. Immediately his eyes shot to the ground, even his head performing an odd nod down. He scolted himself in his inaproppriate behaviour...
Maybe she hadn't seen him and was actually heading for something completely different... a slight hope he had.
His hope was in vain. She stopped; didn't seem to want to do anything rash, though. She simply...stared. She hadn't seen a white deer before, much less a stag with...what were those things again? Head tilting more than it should, the thin, pale strands that clung to her forehead fell away, hung in the air in a sheet.
A muddy leg lifted, curled, and slammed down to the ground. It had been aiming to make that oh-so-perfect 'clop' sound that she could make against the harder ground. No so much here. There was muck, and where there wasn't muck, the ground was at least somewhat wet. Her leg shot into the ground up to the knee, throwing her whole body off balance and sending her down flat into the mess. Shocked by the sudden 'fall' and 'imprisonment', her eyes went wide, another yell shooting from her before abruptly cutting off.
She made a point of not looking in his direction as she laid there- stuck, but quickly working to regain herself with some sort of dignity. Pride wasn't so easily broken.
No, she wasn't heading for someone or something else. Carefully glancing up he could see her still walking up to him.... quite determinded. Quickly he got up on his legs, in the past he hadn't been allowed to sit when a lady entered the room.
...actually he had never been allowed to sit when there was someone else nearby. He wanted to perform his usual polite bow to greet the stranger, but he didn't even had the chance to.
Once again the doe tempted him to stare... and that's what he did for several moments.... before he rushed towards her.
"Oh, Miss, are you okay?" just after this reflex he had followed he had noticed how close he now was to all that dirt and mud...
... for a brief moment he fell into a small dilemma... before his education won over him once more. "May I help you?"
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Hello pretty picto.
omg dat picto *reaches for*
You sneaky you. ♥
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Careful steps where taken up
A creature without hands...wearing glasses. That was really irony, wasn't it? As a man he had the habit to push them up almost every minute, having the feeling they would slip off his nose.
Here in this forest he lived in the constan horror to lose them.
He sighed. Slowly he wandered to the sunspot near the river. His favourite spot to dry his fur.
This whole washing in the waterfals and moving to the sunspot had somewhat become a ritual for him now... a relaxing one. He would feel awkward if somethin would prevent him from doing so.
He sighed again, allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment.
The way she walked was not so
She would not be defeated. There were ways of making her mark. Thin ears flattened to the sides of her head, the cream colored doe continued to stomp her way forward, sharp eyes narrowing further as they focused on the body of water ahead. Mud would work. Temporary, but it would work.
Stomp, stomp, stomp. Squish. She didn't stop until all four legs had sunk into the muck. Even then, she didn't look at all put out by it. No. She looked triumphant. Long legs lifted and tugged, and with loud squelching sounds, she stepped out of the prints she had made, only to create new ones. Making her mark. She didn't even seek to pay attention to the company around the pond; sure, it was a popular place. Never would she have it to herself for her printmaking. The sliver of white out of the corner of her eye was hard to ignore, though. Loudly stepping forward again, she glanced up toward the bright shape.
His eyes where open wide as a
It took him some time to detect the owner of that roar... with a frown he watched the strange antics of the doe, couldn't help but stare... for a moment forgetting every bit of education.
His face took a slight twist to the disgusted when he watched her sinking and stomping in the mud, a shiver running down his spine. Even the thought of all that dirt and mud on his body...
... a shock went through him when the doe suddenly seemed to aim for him, approaching with determinded steps. Immediately his eyes shot to the ground, even his head performing an odd nod down. He scolted himself in his inaproppriate behaviour...
Maybe she hadn't seen him and was actually heading for something completely different... a slight hope he had.
His hope was in vain. She
A muddy leg lifted, curled, and slammed down to the ground. It had been aiming to make that oh-so-perfect 'clop' sound that she could make against the harder ground. No so much here. There was muck, and where there wasn't muck, the ground was at least somewhat wet. Her leg shot into the ground up to the knee, throwing her whole body off balance and sending her down flat into the mess. Shocked by the sudden 'fall' and 'imprisonment', her eyes went wide, another yell shooting from her before abruptly cutting off.
She made a point of not looking in his direction as she laid there- stuck, but quickly working to regain herself with some sort of dignity. Pride wasn't so easily broken.
No, she wasn't heading for
...actually he had never been allowed to sit when there was someone else nearby. He wanted to perform his usual polite bow to greet the stranger, but he didn't even had the chance to.
Once again the doe tempted him to stare... and that's what he did for several moments.... before he rushed towards her.
"Oh, Miss, are you okay?" just after this reflex he had followed he had noticed how close he now was to all that dirt and mud...
... for a brief moment he fell into a small dilemma... before his education won over him once more.
"May I help you?"