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Brooks shut his eyes and set his head on top of hers. "You were hungry? I could have brought you something, all you need to do is ask." He said, grooming behind her ears.

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Broooooks, you're setting yourself up for a rough nine months buddy.

"If I brought the wrong thing, I'd go out again and find it, sweet." He said with a chuckle.

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:3
Do you want to start a new RP or continue this one?

Alrighty~ I guess we'll start where we left off in the forest? And to answer Orinoco's question (that I wish I was able to answer In-Forest ;-;), that little mini is a goat named Kid.

"And I've missed doing this." Brooks replied quickly, hitting her with a pelt spell. He fell over on his side laughing, but on the slope of the bank, gravity won this battler and he toppled into the pond, promptly turning into a frog.

He croaked a frog croak at her then hopped out of the pond, turning back into a stag. "Ohoho. You speak some, you get some, my darling." Brooks replied, shaking aallllll the water off his pelt. And since his fur was quite long, there was quite a lot of water, and alllll of it went to Orinoco.

Brooks giggled ominously and began to walk a little bit faster than she was. But instead of having a prissy lady walk like she, his step was much more princessy and like that of a Valley-Girl. His hip swing was much more exaggerated, his hooves were raised higher, and his nose was in the air like some snotty stereotypical Brit. "Now daaahlin'. If you gonna wahlk the wahlk, you gotta do it raht." The buck said, raising his pitch like someone from New Orleans. Stopping, he turned his head and looked at Orinoco. "Don't try to out-girl me, babe. The only thing I can't do is give birth." He said in a very serious tone, flipping his mane like a Forest-Fabbio.

"Oh really?" Brooks replied, laughing. He stuck his tongue out and then bolted a few feet. "You missed me! You missed me! Now you have to kiss me. But oooonly if you can catch me." He taunted playfully, reciting the old child's game rhyme before running off into the Birch.

Brooks skidded to a halt in the high grass, hiding under its good cover near a tree, with only the very tips of his tines sticking out.

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Fail post. D:

Brooks pouted as well when he realized she would not find him. He crept as quietly as he could through the tall grasses until he felt her presence near. The stag stood up and planted a big smooch on her cheek before she could get past him. "I think I'll take that kiss now, sweetheart."

"Heh, I guess I do." Brooks said. He cocked his head slightly when she said she was getting tired. "Well, no need for you to exhaust yourself." Looking around, he noticed that weren't that far at all from their territory, it was only a few feet away. "Let's get within our scent-marked area, there's some... questionable deer roaming about. I'd rather you not be in someplace where you're not defended while you sleep." Brooks looked back to her. "I'm sorry, I'm just worried... Another doe got in trouble today and she's in rather bad shape. I guess seeing it shook me up a little..." He shook his head to clear his thoughts, dislodging a few flowers on accident. "Anyway. Come on, we both need our sleep right now anyways." Brooks stated, taking a step towards the crooked tree where they made their home.

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Welllll, if you're going to sleep, have a good night, don't let the bedbugs bite. :3

"...Yeah. He was sitting on the rocks." Brooks replied, looking down a bit.

Brooks smiled and nuzzled her back before plopping into the soft, sweet-smelling grass. He laid his head against the ground and shut his eyes, ready to sleep off the day. "Today was real fun, Nokie. A good start to a great week, no doubt." He stated drowsily, stretching his legs before curling up again.

Aaannnddd, cease. :3
That was a lot of fun.

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Brooks raised his head and looked around, checking for anything unusual that might be there, something out of place, but he found nothing. Everything was calm and safe. Safe... He groomed the top of Orin's head, putting each hair back into place, just something to do to calm his nerves. After he was done, the orange buck felt his eyes getting heavy, good. Brooks set his head down in the plush grass again, sleep soon taking him.

You two are just way too flippen cute!! I'm surprised poppy didn't chime in with popcorn!



All seems to be going well. Will start keeping closer tabs here. ^_^

Cali ilu. ;-;

Trackity.
Will keep a close eye on this young lad, won't we Zach? ;D

Thank you for getting my little naked man his pelt. He didn't mean to offend Calida(she's asleep anyway!) that's my laziness to blame there.

Brooks yawned and stretched his legs, feeling a midday sun beat down upon his back. For once it felt good to be warmed. He shifted positions so that he was facing his mate. He smiled as he remembered how they met. So humorous! The smile grew a bit bigger when the stag remembered putting the cowboy hat on the snow deer, making the little blue Cappy. They'd have to do that again sometime. He nuzzled her neck, leaning against her as laziness beckoned him back to his nap. In this quiet forest symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves as wind graced the treetops, thoughts flowed to and fro like water drops of a melting icicle.

Thoughts of his father came to mind. How was the old buck doing? He had stayed in the human world last time they visited there. Helaryon, that was his name. Best not forget. Easy to forget things when they stay off your mind. Yawning again, the orange stag laid his neck across Orinoco's back, thoughts of asking her if they could go to the human world racing through.

"My father. I've been a bit worried about him lately. I know he can take care of himself, he's a grown stag. But he stayed in the human world in deer form. It's dangerous like that. Something you and I know well." Brooks rambled, his eyes fluttering sleepily. "It almost makes me want to go visit him." The stag shut his eyes and listened to the silence of the forest once more before speaking up again. "You met him once if my memory serves correct. A long while ago, when we were still friends, not mates. He came to the forest and left just as quickly."

Ah it's fine =P

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"Are you sure you want to go? You remember last time..." Brooks shook his head to clear the thoughts away. "Ah, no matter much about humans, we'll be sticking to the deep forest." He sat up and popped the vertebrae in his neck, relieving the stiffness he had felt. "So is that what we're going to do today? Go on a little adventure?"

Brooks pouted when she nipped at his ponytail. He was fabulous, no mess it up >.< . When she called him old man, that was the last straw. Brooks clambored to his feet, a huge grin on his face. "Oh it is on, grandma!" He jeered, running after her. The buck ran through the blue bowl, jumping over rocks and getting stained with berries. Wow, she was fast! Where had she gotten that speed? When they reached the Crying Idol he grinded his fore hooves into the ground to slow him down, but at his speed it was too fast. Brooks ended up toppling into the creek. He pulled himself out of the water, grateful that he had left Calida's feather dreamcatcher back at their territory. "Alright. Let's go. At least at dad's place it's dry." Brooks stated, preparing to leap through the portal.

Brooks' ears perked up at the call, good; she made it through as well. He looked himself over, yep, perfectly dry. The buck trotted through the underbrush that separated them, getting his antlers caught in a vine then having to free it from the plant as he did so. Brooks bleated at Orinoco, remembering that they couldn't speak verbally in this form. He rubbed against her shoulder with his muzzle and licked her cheek, offering a soft smile. The stag dug his hoof into the ground and scratched at the dirt, trying to indicate she should follow him. He nodded his head and bounded off into the woods, slowing down soon after so she could follow before speeding back up again.

Brooks looked back every now and again to make sure she was keeping up, yes, she was. He didn't worry about running through hunting territories, this was deep, protected forest. If they did encounter anything, it was a predator or illegal poacher, but that wasn't much of a thing to worry about. After a while of running, they came to a lake. A misty lake that had a touch of magic in the atmosphere. On the other side of the lake, the whitetail buck could see a large stag on the bank, leaning down to get a drink. The other buck's coat had a dark blue tint and black, crow feathers could be seen growing out under its large antlers. That was Helaryon.

Brooks snorted and splashed his hooves into the water. Trying to tell Orinoco they were here and to alert the other stag to their presence. The buck looked up at him and stood there, his figure staring from across the waters.

Brooks nodded his head vigorously, what a relief it felt to see his father alive. He took a few steps into the lake, seeing if it was safe to pass; though something crossing his mind about never wanting to cross the lake before surfaced vaguely. The water began to suddenly get deeper as he walked into it, soon the water came to his elbows yet he was hardly off the bank. Something sharp ran across his forelegs, causing a sharp pain the run through his ankles. He leaped back onto the shore, snorting in indignation. Now he remembered why they shouldn't cross it: the bottom of the lake was deep and littered with razor sharp rocks. Though they were sharp, they were fragile and easily broken, though this allowed them free reign throughout the water, where they floated around like fish.

Blood dripped steadily from his knees and Brooks' mentally cursed at his forgetfulness. They'd have to find another way to cross or he would swim through with Orinoco on his back. Looking back across the lake, Helaryon had resumed drinking from the water, seemingly oblivious to them.

Brooks lunged forward in front of Orinoco, blocking her way to the water. Using his shoulder, he pushed her back away from it. Turning back to the lake, he stepped a little ways in, only halfway up to his shins. Leaning down, Brooks grabbed a floating fragment with his teeth and walked back out of the water. Using the rock fragment, he held up his hoof and used the rock to make a small cut just at his ankle, showing her that the rocks were very dangerous. Tossing the rock aside, Brooks gritted his teeth. How were they going to get across? He looked to the stag across the way, he now had moved away from the water and was waiting at the treeline, his stoic silent gaze curious to see if they'd figure it out.

Brooks turned to Orinoco, nuzzling her in apology for shoving her away and possibly getting her with one of his tines. He stamped his feet and knelt down on his knees like they were at the Twin Gods, motioning for her to get on his back.