The fawn backs away a tad when the stag attempted to get up and out, watching the waters flare red with the increased bloodflow before fading back to a fading pink when Acton fell back down with a splash, his fur rather muddy now.
Feeling very important, Pica drew herself up proudly to announce; "Pica'll stay and guard. Guard Acton from.. from.." She falters here, unsure what she could guard the stag against but started up bravely again, "From strangers!" And she sat down a way to watch his antlers with the damp scarf and egg by her side. It was very warm. So warm, and her nerves were becoming calmed by the sweet twittering of birdsong. And.. and.. an' to sleep she fell, tired out by the events and adrenaline that had happened when she found a door. Perhaps.. perhaps doors weren't that good. Mebbe.

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Oh gosh it has been a while. Well...Act wouldn't mind the walk either way, but he's got some new scars and he no longer has his mask. And he's....nicer. Would you like to start anew or just continue this RP with the new stuff in place?

I can start sure. I appreciate you getting back to this though, he would enjoy talking to Rosa. Let me just take care of a couple of things and think of a new start.

(Well he'd love to have a friend in Rosa. He doesn't have many friends.)

Actaeon slowly stalked his way through the forest, his steps halting as he took in the world around him. His scarf hung down his side, though his face was now absent of his mask. He still hadn't figured out how to fix it. His gold and black fur was still scruffy, his right shoulder scaring up nicely, as far as he was concerned. It still bugged him from time to time, but he didn't dare dwell on it. He was just happy he was still alive. The birds twittered and fluttered from tree to tree over his head as the stag meandered. He had no destination in mind, he was just walking.

As he heard his name he came to a halt, his ears flicking toward the voice as he turned his head. It was an older fawn, a little doe. Yet she knew his name. His head tilted slightly as he took in her features, his mind searching for a name. Whoever she was, she was one of the few he had met once. He could feel that.
Giving his head a shake after several heartbeats of silence, he took a few steps toward her.
"Rosa...right?"

It took his mind a moment or two to catch up, but when it did he simply remained silent. He didn't know what to say, or what he could say. He eyed her a moment before glancing toward the ground. The full truth wasn't very believable, "The string had to be bitten off. It felt like it was choking me when I got hurt a few months back. I haven't figured out how to fix it yet." He brought his head up to give her a smile, adding playfully, "Hooves and string aren't always the best of friends, you know."

He nodded sagely at her comment about strange things- there was certainly truth in her words there. Though when she offered to fix it...he realized he wasn't sure. He shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, stretching out his shoulder muscle in the process as he thought.

"I...I don't know," he gave an apologetic shrug, before going on to explain quietly, "the mask is like my scarf. It's a comfort and security. I woke up here with it...but I've been without wearing it long enough that it's...almost a good thing. I can't hide behind it like before."

He gave an almost bashful smile in return, but it faded into a look of curiosity as she bounded off to a tree. He started to inch after her, more curious about what would be so interesting about it. It was just a tree as far as he was concerned. He knew some could be used as medicine, but that tree?

Actaeon ended up slowly plodding after her, stopping several feet away to watch, but not interfere.

The black and gold male did as she said, more or less out of curiosity. He refrained from peppering her with questions as he picked up his lumbering gait to trail in her wake. Whatever she was going to show him, she would show him. Or tell him. Whichever came first.

Actaeon followed the doe, opening his mouth to question her when she stopped, only to have her take off again before the words formed on his tongue. He halted long enough to look out over the Ruins, wondering how far up ahead she would get before she realized he had stopped. Rosa seemed off in her own little world- not that that was a bad thing, she seemed happy enough- he wondered if she completely forgot he was there. Curiosity and...oddly enough ...being obedient spurred him into ambling after her.

"Yes," he replied, picking up his pace to bit of a faster walk, "Still here..." he slowed nearly a minute later to stand before her, shooting his blue green gaze about them to try to figure out the significance of the place. It just looked like...well any ordinary place, with a bunch of wrapped up plants. Puzzled, his eyes settled on the doe expectantly, hoping his silent urging could prompt her into an explanation of why she had just dragged him halfway across the forest.

Realization dawned on his face as he looked about the little spot in a new light. "It's a lovely home, Rosa." he complimented with a smile, uncertainly moving forward to where he could settle down in front of her. "I wouldn't mind a rest...or a walk. I enjoy company," he gave a little shrug at that as he settled down, folding his hooves under him. Truth be told he was rather lonesome and starved for conversation. Now that he was accustomed to the idea of conversing with the deer here, anyway. He had come to that realization when the few acquaintances he had made slipped away, leaving him utterly alone in the Forest. He had never felt such isolation, not even when he was held as a prisoner. At least then he had been allowed some freedoms. He could still talk to people anyway, socialize. Exist. Here he could feel himself getting older with each passing minute. He'd rather spend that time in company than wasting away alone.

He felt ice churn in his blood. If this was a talk of the birds and the bees.. Well then that would be much more enjoyable for her since she could watch him die a slow painful death of embarrassment. He had no mask to hide behind now. He took a breath to derail the thoughts. It might not be that bad. She might have entirely different questions. Stuff that he might be able to answer if it was Forest related.

"What type of questions...?"

Simpler? He relaxed a bit despite the fact that those weren't such 'simple' questions.

"I don't know," it had taken him several moments to respond, and when he did his voice had taken on an apologetic edge, "To either. I don't know. Someone may have told me once-or it was merely a theory- that the spells were sort of like a gift. A gift from the Gods to their People." He shrugged, "As for your parents...I don't know their motives. Deer are either born here, actually born here with a family, or just appear as fawns or adults. Come from other places. Maybe it was fate for you? Maybe the Twins told your parents they had to leave you? I don't know their motives as I wasn't there."

He knew he was being anything less than helpful, but he truly didn't know. Even though he had been in the Forest a while he was sorely lacking in information, he didn't talk to those who hard been here longer enough-or at all- as it was.

"Uhh...well...it depends on what knowledge you come here with. I'm not sure what else is out there..." he squirmed despite himself. He knew there were others, but what they were he couldn't say. He never tried to learn about them. That had been bad. "Personally, I had believed in other Gods and Goddesses before I came here....so I just sort of...added The Twins in...I assume this is their place, and therefore they reign." Flowers? "Flowers falling from the sky? Surely that's forest magic?" he tilted his head to give her a puzzled smile.

His puzzled smile relaxed into a gentle one, "Love is something you feel in your heart. You'll understand once you feel it yourself. Love is what connects a mother to her child, what keeps a family together, what holds friends together. Or what brings two different people together. It's a wonderful, confusing feeling," he glanced away for a moment, "Flirting though...that's...a smile or a gentle touch, or...complimenting them... It's saying you like them without really...saying it." he shrugged, unable to find other ways to explain it.

The smile froze on his face as he tried to fathom how he was going to answer her next questions. His gaze slipped to the ground, thinking, trying to remember some of that type of stuff himself. He never knew the technical stuff on how children were made, just the basics. A white cat and a black cat made black, white or a mix of the two for the colors of the kittens. Humans and deer were much the same, weren't they? Everything takes on the look of their parents, or sometimes the grandparents. Sometimes things skipped a generation. He was rather proud of himself for not bolting away at this point.
"Kissing you're going to have to find out on your own," he replied with a little half smile, "What fun is it if I take away the mystery?" Another pause before he carefully regarded the other question. "As for fawns..." (Oh hello PG answer.) He took a breath, "Well it takes a buck and a doe...and when they fall in love sometimes they decide to have fawns. It's sort of like...magic," that was a stretch, but hell he'd rather say magic than what really happened. Plus if she wanted the technical stuff...he was somewhat ashamed to say that he never really knew that. "she becomes pregnant and she has a child- or children- in their likeness. They're a...a living symbol of their love for one another." The little smile became strained, hoping she would just be happy with that answer. He wasn't the only deer in the forest, she could probably talk to another doe about that type of thing. Especially a doe. Does understood that better than stags.

Rosa knew that what he said was not exactly the truth ,from what little things she knows, but she just smiled and said, happily "Thanks, for answering all my questions Actaeon... It means a lot to me.." Her ears twitched slightly, as the wind picked up causing her fur to stand up, but she remained smiling with that kind-hearted, childlike, gratitude exasperation.

"You're welcome Rosa," he flashed her an easy smile back, somewhat relieved that there seemed to be no more questions. He didn't know how many semi half truths he could come up with.



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