Tongues of Flame and Violet Flowers [Sage, Denali; open roleplay]

May 15, 2012 - 12:47am — Jinxyness

Denali's bio: ♥

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The bleat of a fawn echoed off the trees of the birch forest. Twig legs kicked wildly as it fled the woods for the safety of it's mother's embrace.
The doe sniffed at the fawn, nudging him while checking him for scrapes and bruises. None more than at her last inspection.
"Denali," she said, greeting her son. He gave a feeble whimper in return. He moved to cradle his mother's head with his. The yearling's floppy, too-large ears were flat against his head with the pressure. She turned her head and gently pushed him into a laying position with her velvet nose. She curled herself around him, and they both fell asleep.
Scorching heat singed Denali's spotted pelt, jerking him awake. The fawn squeezed his smarting eyes shut. He wailed his discomfort, and stumbled to his feet.
Everywhere he turned there was fire. Blinding, white-hot pain shot through his trembling body accompanied by adrenaline.
The energy that charged him was not pleasent. It was pure fear, like ice coursing through his veins.
Denali squalled and flailed his tiny hooves, jabbing at his invisible enemy that was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He soon gave up the fight and ran, his throat burning and eyes watering, but he did not open them. It hurt too much. Even if he had, a thick cloud of black smoke blanketed the ground, everything was hidden from view. The fawn kept going, constantly falling over, cuts criss-crossed his knobby knees where he hit the ground.
A flash of light, a changing landscape; Denali did not react. He was in shock, beyond fear and crying out in agony to anyone who could hear.
A rock scratched his hoof, and he tripped over it, landing in a heap in a patch of violet flowers. He could not get up. His bloodshot eyes fluttered open, though, and although he saw, his vision was clouded. He saw a doe standing over him.

It was Sage.

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May 21, 2012 - 5:33pm — Jinxyness

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May 30, 2012 - 6:59am — Jinxyness

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May 30, 2012 - 7:09am — Takala

What a pretty day. Fireflies

What a pretty day. Fireflies danced about black tipped antlers. A buck sat, nestled in between two very special rocks. Special to him, anyways. Ludicer was the very picture of serenity. That is, until a shrill cry of agony brought him to his hooves within moments. It was faint, yet filled with such pain and fear it sent chills rolling down Ludicer's spine. The smell of burning wafted around the buck. Someone needed help. And he was prepared to provide that help. He started off in a swift trot, before breaking out in a flat out gallop. A thick cloud of smoke soon lowered the visibility level almost to zero. He could make out shapes through it though. Two. One cowering on the ground, the other standing over it.
Ludicer didn't think. He just lowered his antlers, pawing at the charred ground, and rushed the larger shape. He was determined to impale whatever it was.

May 30, 2012 - 5:13pm — Jinxyness

As his vision cleared he

As his vision cleared he detected Ludicer's approach. The tiny fawn squeaked his terror and jumped to his feet despite his screaming muscles that told him to rest. As the stag hurtled towards him her barreled blindly in the opposite direction, getting up the strangth to continue his wailing.
"BBuh-buh mah ah!" His words were nothing but unintelligible jabber as he wrinkled his little nose and squalled louder.

May 30, 2012 - 9:23pm — Takala

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