Reposting because I never had the chance to reply to the old posts, it's far too late now...
I havent deleted the old one, though.
Feel free to criticize this page.
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Can do drawing/painting responces but not so fond as they take up a lot of muse. x3
Virgil is a young Red Deer entering his prime. Despite his young age however, he has the more elusive mind of a stag twice his age. This wisdom would be the result of the many experiences and all the things he bore witness to in his life. But where as he is physically young, he has energy, and somewhat a hot-headed side.
He takes the title of The Sentinel for his behavior; Virgil is a watcher, listener, but not so much of a talker. He is the guardian type - he feels it a duty to protect those who need it, and to be your friend.
Don't think you can creep up and surprise him though, this deer is a sharp one. "Hello."
The lick to my ear gave me a cold shiver... I-I didn't expect him to do that, but I liked that he was covering my back, l-like shelter in rain. "I'm okay..."I said faintly,"S-Sometimes I feel dizzy, but... Yes, I'm okay." I didn't want to say that I couldn't remember when I felt this well, e-even though it was the truth. Maybe I didn't want to remember the last time I felt like this.
I could distinguish his breath on my back from that of the breeze... A-Ah, I didn't ask back. "H-How are you feeling?"
sorry it's taken me so long. I'm back to only being on the computer for a couple of days out of a month :'u I did manage to connect to the game for almost a whole second earlier though. Maybe I'll be able to play again soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.
( c': Glad to know you're okay. <3 Shame about those small limits though... Mrrrh, hope the connection stablizes soon, we miss you guys being able to play. ;_; )
Soon.
Finishing the grooming session with a final couple of licks from the base of the ear down to the cheek, stepped forward, and by tilting his head, inviting Kiyoko to follow. Beneath the tree he slept under, the ground was softer, much more snug than the rock and sand under the long and unpleasent grass.
There was also a view there, to look between the trees in the distance would be the shimmer of the ponds waters, and on a night like this perhaps it would be enough to satisfy her until a real trip can be taken.
"I am well." He replied with an invisible smile. Whenever she was around, and the world was safe, most problems seem to become nonexistant and forgotten.
( I hope you don't mind the illustrating, it's mostly compensating my lack of writing skills, it's also extra challenging for me to type the interaction between these two, but it's a fun challenge. )
My internet has been down (RAGE), so sorry this is so late. The illustration is gorgeous 8F *foamfoam* I wish I could draw.
W-Where does he want to... Oh, j-just over there. Wondering in the night didn't used to scare me... It used to be a time where I could really feel like I was the only deer in the forest. I've always been smaller than the others, I-I could sneak off. "You will graze with me or stay here within the thicket borders. My guards will make sure you don't pull a stunt like that again... I cannot -- will not -- lose you." Perhaps I still think I shouldn't, even though I'm not with him, in that forest anymore...
O-Oh, I need to follow. "I-I'm glad..." I walk over to him slowly, head low and ears flat, e-even though I know I don't need to be submissive around him, n-not anymore... I kind of still want to, though.
I walk behind him, choosing to stand between him and his tree. "I like it up here..." Because it smells of you.
The submission.
Control, he likes it, but just a little bit.
Not enough though, he also likes to let her have some control. He likes to allow her to gain confidence, confidence that can be used in future. There were many ideas the Hart had in mind, of what he'd like to see someday. Then...
the stag took a slow step back, lowering and tilting his head; his forelegs stepped forward to help aid balance as his maw met the underside of Kiyoko's own. A very faint nudge to encourage, but not force her to lift her head up.
Whatever it is you once feared is not here and it is not now.
It is okay.
He pulled away, not a word spoken, silent communication in it's place.
He sat and looked straight ahead, listened.
The spot beside the tree Kiyoko stands, the ground is softer there, where he had been sleeping for many months. Virgil was most happy to allow her to settle and get comfortable here.
The forest was beginning to stir with the nocturnal life. Somewhere on the hills behind them, the songs of crickets could be heard. beyond that, moths danced around the lights of the Drinkplaats, and to meet them were bats.
A Barn Owl soured the night above Red Hill, she made not a noise - sinking into the darkness of the first forest.
This is the beauty many of the more Diurnal residents usually miss out on.
But not us.
(I get so carried away with night scenes. x) Hope you don't mind - it needed a bit of a filler anyway, I guess...)
"As I was rushing back down full of doubt
And panic I saw a figure blurred and dim,
As if long silence had washed his image out."
Such memories flooding back to me. Memories of my meeting with the great poet Virgil. Of my master, my savior from the she-wolf's gullet. My guide, my teacher, my inspiration.
I make no move to come near the stag that stands to the tree, his own proud points of attack sprouting from his skull.
I rather speak, softly, and I fear that he does not hear me.
"Are you the great poet, Virgil? Or do you merely take his name? Please answer, dear stag, for I feel as if I must know."
With a flourish of movement, I offer a clumsy bow, my body still so foreign to my very mind, and I sit to observe him from afar.
"In your volume. You are my master, my author,
For only through careful imitation
Of your noble style am I granted any honor."
((Dante has been somewhat stalking Virgil around (apologies), so I thought that I would spam this C: Hope you don't mind~ You can ignore if you wish~))
(( 'Tis cool. We're taking it all into our stride! C: ))
You had been here a while, watching from afar.
You have not gone unnoticed.
The Hart senses have not been their best the last few weeks, it is part of the natural cycle he's been following - driven by the need to reproduce, he displays, and sometimes engages in combat. All those distract his usually brilliant senses.
He did not display much once his mate had departed, wise to save his energy.
Virgil could hear the words spoken to him. Ears stood erect, and he tilted his head to carve ever so slightly into the tree he stood beside with his antlers. A brief display, just incase this stag could be a rival.
He isn't.
So he stopped, stood tall and spoke:
"I have taken no name. Merely accepted what name I have been given.
I am no poet either, sir.
I am Virgil."
((Fu, I'm just hypersentsitve about annoying people in-forest x3))
I resist an instinctive urge to raise my eyebrow at his... rather animalistic behavior. There is no need to tarnish the well-polished endowments that we have been so blessed with, nor would there be anhy use in breaking the shell of a tree. Although my first impression of him is doused at his surprisingly gentlemanly speech.
After he spoke, I nodded my head in response, a few rose petals upon my antlers fluttering to the earth before me.
"Apologies, sir, I fear that I have made the foolish assumption that you might be my lost master, a poet from Andes." I pause, and lower my head once more, a sort of bow not requiring the lowering of my body.
"Ah, forgive me for my rudeness. My name is Dante Alighieri of Florence, a beautiful city, I must admit." I found myself sighing a bit at the nostalgia of it all, a happy smile of contentment spread over my fur-coated face.
( If it's any good to know, Virgil the roman poet is the guy I named my deer after. 8B But far from the same person, just shared name. )
The Hart barely moved as the other spoke. Standing, listening and watching. His side was exposed, one of his subtle actions of trust, or was it perhaps he was wary and ready to move at a moments notice.
"My apologies sir, I am not whom it is you are seeking."
Virgil wasn't all too fond of speaking, it is the main reason as to why he does not talk often unless addressed to first. His communication was for the most part dependant on body language, and his true name is that of his unique scent.
"It is a pleasure."
City?
The deer had only ever known woodland and mountains save from the odd farmlands, roads and the forests ruins.
((Oh yeah, I know *already stalked his bio a looooong time ago x3*))
My ear seemed to twich as I listened to him, an instinct that I seem to have gained.
"Has my presence offended you?" I asked, watching his body move to and fro, a language of it's own, no doubt.
"If so, then I will take my leave. This wood is much like a maze, but I do think we may meet again." I hoisted my body up, lean flesh rippling under grey fur.
I turn to leave, offering another short bow with a final added comment.
(( Right. I know it seems like I am deliberately stalking/annoying you, but well... last night when I read a bit through your character's bio and interacted with him, I became quite curious. So I humbly ask to RP a bit with him here, if you allow it. I can certainly understand if you don't want to! Or if you're harassed by my skills, which is also quite understandable.))
((I'm no epic RPer, I've been out of practice for a year, xD But by all means of course you can RP with him here! You don't need to ask. ^^ This blog is for RP fun. ^^
And you're not annoying me. XD I've seen your comments around and I think you're really sweet, it's an honor to be harrassed by you! *Cheese*))
((Oh my, you flatter me. *blushes all over the face* Thanks!! ))
The young piebald doe was, like many times before, trotting through the forest. No particular place in mind, no particular thought was driving her to the Red Hill; nevertheless, she was smiling. Kind, soft azure blue eyes gazes upon the beauty of the place; a beauty Aurora seemed to discover each day again, and again. She really liked the birchforest; the light here was adorable. Bright, and friendly; she often thought it was a perfect place for interactions of any kind.
So it's no wonder Aurora quickly prances over with a few nimble hops as soon as her eyes recognize the stag she has seen before here; she couldn't help but wonder how much he fitted into this place. Then again, Aurora seems to think every deer fits in the forest... or at least in her opinion about the forest. Not standing -very- far away, she slows from her hopping stride to a careful, but gentle walk. The ears are perked into his direction with curiosity, and the kind smile widens a bit.
A beautiful voice in the slight wind that seems to blow through the place calls with a friendly sound the word: "Hello, Sire!", before she hops over another few steps to finally stand calmly, content and with benevolent manners not far away from the stag.
Red Hill, being very much a vantage point in the forest, ment that anyone who resided here would be particularly difficult to surprise, especially to one who could be as observant as the Hart who lives up here. This encounter would be no exception. The gentle rustling of birch grass gave away the location of another of the same cervidae family.
Formerly Virgil had been highly taken aback by this doe as he had developed a huge grudge towards the Skull mask. But today, she didn't seem to be wearing it, and with the advantage of being able to see her eyes, and everything they expressed, he was far more welcoming.
He stood and watched as she quite happily bounded over and stopped but a short distance away from him, greeted with friendly words. He turned, nodded ever so slightly before offering a deep bow.
((Thanks <3333 Just wait for her commenting Virgil's colors. <.< ))
The Hart's deep bow surprises Aurora, sending a deeper smile over her face. Quite happy about his behaviour, Aurora offers a courtsey of her own, though she seems excited, as she always is. Short bits of a happy chuckle erupts from her muzzle; her azure eyes as kind as the first rays of sun after a hard winter, as fluid as the water flowing in a pure river, she scrutinizes the stag a bit.
Not very much later, she hops a bit closer; enthusiastic, lively as every. Her ears are still perked in curiosity while musing about the stag's color. Aurora often thought about deer's colors; a philosophy of life she kept up for quite some time now. For her, the outer appearance was the mirror of the soul, the mind; yet no matter how someone looked, she found them pretty.
Surprisingly though, Aurora is able to keep her opinion about the thick, brown coat of the stag to herself - for now. So often she'd just blurt out what comes to mind. Shifting her weight a bit around, she asks one more time in a friendly, kind tune. "May I sit with you?" Hope-filled azure eyes have stopped looking at the stag's body, they're now fixed on his face. It wasn't invading though; at least it wasn't meant to. Her gaze was rather a child's one, the benevolence was written on her face.
(I'm sick, so I'm not really able to come up with any good RP response. Sorry...)
"Yes, you may." He replied with a tone calmer than previously as he relaxed, having become accepting of her company.
Virgil stepped away from the edge of the hill- the Sentinels Stand, where he would spend hours simply.. standing there, listening to every little sound the whisper would carry, watching the activity of this isolated little world as it passed him by. He approached her, but not too close, taking his spot beside the home tree to sit there.
By nature, the Hart was far from the most talkative creature of the forest. He took great contentment in silence. So, whilst not directly facing her (being a herbivore, and their eyes are closer to the side of their head for the advantage of seeing a wider area around them than carnivores), he watched Aurora, awaiting anything she might say or ask so that he could reply.
((No problem! Take yourself whatever time you need. Just happy to RP here at all I am. Thanks again. <33))
"My humble thanks, sire!"
A quick hops forward carry Aurora siftly to the stag's side, where she settles down, tucking her legs beneath her belly like many does do. While doing so, her smile never faded; it got even wider. The little brow whisker pads each deer has above the eyes may be raised as well; adding to the kind, soft glances her azure eyes offer the stag to her side.
It wasn't long until she spoke again, suddenly, but clamly, happy, but tranquil. The kind of comment that is just blurted out would made many blush in self-consciousness; but not so with Aurora. In fact, it seemed rather normal to her saying what she thinks - an attitude she picked up in a time she can't even remember. Since her pelt seems quite scar-less, this most likely hasn't brought her into trouble. No, at least.
"You know...", a kind, benevolent voice from the stag's side, "... your pelt. It is very beautiful. Mother always said brown is the color of nature. The way things are. Original. Traditional. Trusty. Loyal. I think brown is a warm color as well. It is comforting. And thick coat often speak of wisdom. You seem very wise to me. My mother would have liked you, I am sure!"
Slightly grinning now, Aurora concludes her explanation. It was quite her way of greeting people - saying something about a pelt's color. She has been doing it since... she couldn't even remember. It just seemed real to her. A pelt she could see, feel, watch. It was part of a deer as the eyes, the voice, the name was. At least in her philosophy of life.
Suddenly she coughs a bit, and the girn turns into a sheepish smile. Glancing down, she chuckles. "I think I haven't even introduced myself. I am Aurora, Sir."
(Sorry about the really short post, the longer someone elses post is the harder I find it to respond. I'd like to finish on your next post, if that's okay with you. 8'U)
The Hart nodded in response, shifting as the darker doe settled beside him, accomidating her company, and listening to all she had to say.
"That is.. quite interesting." Virgil commented, looking down to his friend. The stag was judgemental to some pelts, but only the common things. Like how a Zombie pelt or a wounded deer ment danger. Or how the Idol's grand red pelt could be a sign of trouble, as he experienced many a time in the past. But for one to make such specific observation on an individual pelt he had never thought much on.
"If this is my pelt, what does your pelt mean?" He asked, looking back to her checkerboard colours. It was easy for him to examine, being 50% colourblind.
Aurora pondered a second about this. -She- was never asked what her pelt meant. Therefore, she hadn't really thought about it. White and Black. Quite contrary colors. Was that her way? A running contradiction in the face of the forest? A lunatic? At least she had been called that one time.
Shifting her weight a bit to one side in order to not get stiff in this doe-lie pose, she offers another warm smile, answering in a happy tune. "I am not sure, Sir Virgil. Perharps Black and white mean that I am a contrary creature? White however respresents purity... Black is safety. The darkness of night protects us... we don't have to show anything we don't want to be seen."
A slight yawn escapes her muzzle. With a sheepish glance at Virgil, Aurora shifts her weight completely to one side, but leaves her legs tucked up at her belly. Her head already on the ground, she yawns another time.
"I am a bit tired... Sorry that I sleep right next to you! If it bothers you, I will leave... Good... night..." Low snoring, quiet, pleasant purrs. How quaint it is how quickly sleep could overcome the little piebald.
The lick to my ear gave me a
"I'm okay..." I said faintly, "S-Sometimes I feel dizzy, but... Yes, I'm okay."
I didn't want to say that I couldn't remember when I felt this well, e-even though it was the truth. Maybe I didn't want to remember the last time I felt like this.
I could distinguish his breath on my back from that of the breeze... A-Ah, I didn't ask back.
"H-How are you feeling?"
sorry it's taken me so long. I'm back to only being on the computer for a couple of days out of a month :'u I did manage to connect to the game for almost a whole second earlier though. Maybe I'll be able to play again soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.
( c': Glad to know you're
Soon.
Finishing the grooming session with a final couple of licks from the base of the ear down to the cheek,
There was also a view there, to look between the trees in the distance would be the shimmer of the ponds waters, and on a night like this perhaps it would be enough to satisfy her until a real trip can be taken.
"I am well." He replied with an invisible smile. Whenever she was around, and the world was safe, most problems seem to become nonexistant and forgotten.
( I hope you don't mind the illustrating, it's mostly compensating my lack of writing skills, it's also extra challenging for me to type the interaction between these two, but it's a fun challenge.
*sneaky tracking comment*
track (:
My internet has been down
W-Where does he want to... Oh, j-just over there. Wondering in the night didn't used to scare me... It used to be a time where I could really feel like I was the only deer in the forest. I've always been smaller than the others, I-I could sneak off.
"You will graze with me or stay here within the thicket borders. My guards will make sure you don't pull a stunt like that again... I cannot -- will not -- lose you."
Perhaps I still think I shouldn't, even though I'm not with him, in that forest anymore...
O-Oh, I need to follow.
"I-I'm glad..."
I walk over to him slowly, head low and ears flat, e-even though I know I don't need to be submissive around him, n-not anymore... I kind of still want to, though.
I walk behind him, choosing to stand between him and his tree.
"I like it up here..."
Because it smells of you.
(Eat it. 8U) The
The submission.
Control, he likes it, but just a little bit.
Not enough though, he also likes to let her have some control. He likes to allow her to gain confidence, confidence that can be used in future. There were many ideas the Hart had in mind, of what he'd like to see someday.
Then...
the stag took a slow step back, lowering and tilting his head; his forelegs stepped forward to help aid balance as his maw met the underside of Kiyoko's own. A very faint nudge to encourage, but not force her to lift her head up.
Whatever it is you once feared is not here and it is not now.
It is okay.
He pulled away, not a word spoken, silent communication in it's place.
He sat and looked straight ahead, listened.
The spot beside the tree Kiyoko stands, the ground is softer there, where he had been sleeping for many months. Virgil was most happy to allow her to settle and get comfortable here.
The forest was beginning to stir with the nocturnal life. Somewhere on the hills behind them, the songs of crickets could be heard. beyond that, moths danced around the lights of the Drinkplaats, and to meet them were bats.
A Barn Owl soured the night above Red Hill, she made not a noise - sinking into the darkness of the first forest.
This is the beauty many of the more Diurnal residents usually miss out on.
But not us.
(I get so carried away with night scenes. x) Hope you don't mind - it needed a bit of a filler anyway, I guess...)
"As I was rushing back down
"As I was rushing back down full of doubt
And panic I saw a figure blurred and dim,
As if long silence had washed his image out."
Such memories flooding back to me. Memories of my meeting with the great poet Virgil. Of my master, my savior from the she-wolf's gullet. My guide, my teacher, my inspiration.
I make no move to come near the stag that stands to the tree, his own proud points of attack sprouting from his skull.
I rather speak, softly, and I fear that he does not hear me.
"Are you the great poet, Virgil? Or do you merely take his name? Please answer, dear stag, for I feel as if I must know."
With a flourish of movement, I offer a clumsy bow, my body still so foreign to my very mind, and I sit to observe him from afar.
"In your volume. You are my master, my author,
For only through careful imitation
Of your noble style am I granted any honor."
((Dante has been somewhat stalking Virgil around (apologies), so I thought that I would spam this C: Hope you don't mind~ You can ignore if you wish~))
(( 'Tis cool. We're taking it
You had been here a while, watching from afar.
You have not gone unnoticed.
The Hart senses have not been their best the last few weeks, it is part of the natural cycle he's been following - driven by the need to reproduce, he displays, and sometimes engages in combat. All those distract his usually brilliant senses.
He did not display much once his mate had departed, wise to save his energy.
Virgil could hear the words spoken to him. Ears stood erect, and he tilted his head to carve ever so slightly into the tree he stood beside with his antlers. A brief display, just incase this stag could be a rival.
He isn't.
So he stopped, stood tall and spoke:
"I have taken no name. Merely accepted what name I have been given.
I am no poet either, sir.
I am Virgil."
And then he returned a deep bow.
((Fu, I'm just hypersentsitve
I resist an instinctive urge to raise my eyebrow at his... rather animalistic behavior. There is no need to tarnish the well-polished endowments that we have been so blessed with, nor would there be anhy use in breaking the shell of a tree. Although my first impression of him is doused at his surprisingly gentlemanly speech.
After he spoke, I nodded my head in response, a few rose petals upon my antlers fluttering to the earth before me.
"Apologies, sir, I fear that I have made the foolish assumption that you might be my lost master, a poet from Andes." I pause, and lower my head once more, a sort of bow not requiring the lowering of my body.
"Ah, forgive me for my rudeness. My name is Dante Alighieri of Florence, a beautiful city, I must admit." I found myself sighing a bit at the nostalgia of it all, a happy smile of contentment spread over my fur-coated face.
( If it's any good to know,
The Hart barely moved as the other spoke. Standing, listening and watching. His side was exposed, one of his subtle actions of trust, or was it perhaps he was wary and ready to move at a moments notice.
"My apologies sir, I am not whom it is you are seeking."
Virgil wasn't all too fond of speaking, it is the main reason as to why he does not talk often unless addressed to first. His communication was for the most part dependant on body language, and his true name is that of his unique scent.
"It is a pleasure."
City?
The deer had only ever known woodland and mountains save from the odd farmlands, roads and the forests ruins.
((Oh yeah, I know *already
My ear seemed to twich as I listened to him, an instinct that I seem to have gained.
"Has my presence offended you?" I asked, watching his body move to and fro, a language of it's own, no doubt.
"If so, then I will take my leave. This wood is much like a maze, but I do think we may meet again." I hoisted my body up, lean flesh rippling under grey fur.
I turn to leave, offering another short bow with a final added comment.
"Until then, Sir Virgil."
And with that, I continued my exploration.
"Not at all." The Hart
(Failpost sorry x3)
(( Right. I know it seems
((I'm no epic RPer, I've been
And you're not annoying me. XD I've seen your comments around and I think you're really sweet, it's an honor to be harrassed by you!
((Oh my, you flatter me.
The young piebald doe was, like many times before, trotting through the forest. No particular place in mind, no particular thought was driving her to the Red Hill; nevertheless, she was smiling. Kind, soft azure blue eyes gazes upon the beauty of the place; a beauty Aurora seemed to discover each day again, and again. She really liked the birchforest; the light here was adorable. Bright, and friendly; she often thought it was a perfect place for interactions of any kind.
So it's no wonder Aurora quickly prances over with a few nimble hops as soon as her eyes recognize the stag she has seen before here; she couldn't help but wonder how much he fitted into this place. Then again, Aurora seems to think every deer fits in the forest... or at least in her opinion about the forest. Not standing -very- far away, she slows from her hopping stride to a careful, but gentle walk. The ears are perked into his direction with curiosity, and the kind smile widens a bit.
A beautiful voice in the slight wind that seems to blow through the place calls with a friendly sound the word: "Hello, Sire!", before she hops over another few steps to finally stand calmly, content and with benevolent manners not far away from the stag.
((omg Aurora is
Red Hill, being very much a vantage point in the forest, ment that anyone who resided here would be particularly difficult to surprise, especially to one who could be as observant as the Hart who lives up here. This encounter would be no exception. The gentle rustling of birch grass gave away the location of another of the same cervidae family.
Formerly Virgil had been highly taken aback by this doe as he had developed a huge grudge towards the Skull mask. But today, she didn't seem to be wearing it, and with the advantage of being able to see her eyes, and everything they expressed, he was far more welcoming.
He stood and watched as she quite happily bounded over and stopped but a short distance away from him, greeted with friendly words. He turned, nodded ever so slightly before offering a deep bow.
"Hello, miss."
((Thanks
The Hart's deep bow surprises Aurora, sending a deeper smile over her face. Quite happy about his behaviour, Aurora offers a courtsey of her own, though she seems excited, as she always is. Short bits of a happy chuckle erupts from her muzzle; her azure eyes as kind as the first rays of sun after a hard winter, as fluid as the water flowing in a pure river, she scrutinizes the stag a bit.
Not very much later, she hops a bit closer; enthusiastic, lively as every. Her ears are still perked in curiosity while musing about the stag's color. Aurora often thought about deer's colors; a philosophy of life she kept up for quite some time now. For her, the outer appearance was the mirror of the soul, the mind; yet no matter how someone looked, she found them pretty.
Surprisingly though, Aurora is able to keep her opinion about the thick, brown coat of the stag to herself - for now. So often she'd just blurt out what comes to mind. Shifting her weight a bit around, she asks one more time in a friendly, kind tune. "May I sit with you?" Hope-filled azure eyes have stopped looking at the stag's body, they're now fixed on his face. It wasn't invading though; at least it wasn't meant to. Her gaze was rather a child's one, the benevolence was written on her face.
(I'm sick, so I'm not really
"Yes, you may." He replied with a tone calmer than previously as he relaxed, having become accepting of her company.
Virgil stepped away from the edge of the hill- the Sentinels Stand, where he would spend hours simply.. standing there, listening to every little sound the whisper would carry, watching the activity of this isolated little world as it passed him by. He approached her, but not too close, taking his spot beside the home tree to sit there.
By nature, the Hart was far from the most talkative creature of the forest. He took great contentment in silence. So, whilst not directly facing her (being a herbivore, and their eyes are closer to the side of their head for the advantage of seeing a wider area around them than carnivores), he watched Aurora, awaiting anything she might say or ask so that he could reply.
((No problem! Take yourself
"My humble thanks, sire!"
A quick hops forward carry Aurora siftly to the stag's side, where she settles down, tucking her legs beneath her belly like many does do. While doing so, her smile never faded; it got even wider. The little brow whisker pads each deer has above the eyes may be raised as well; adding to the kind, soft glances her azure eyes offer the stag to her side.
It wasn't long until she spoke again, suddenly, but clamly, happy, but tranquil. The kind of comment that is just blurted out would made many blush in self-consciousness; but not so with Aurora. In fact, it seemed rather normal to her saying what she thinks - an attitude she picked up in a time she can't even remember. Since her pelt seems quite scar-less, this most likely hasn't brought her into trouble. No, at least.
"You know...", a kind, benevolent voice from the stag's side, "... your pelt. It is very beautiful. Mother always said brown is the color of nature. The way things are. Original. Traditional. Trusty. Loyal. I think brown is a warm color as well. It is comforting. And thick coat often speak of wisdom. You seem very wise to me. My mother would have liked you, I am sure!"
Slightly grinning now, Aurora concludes her explanation. It was quite her way of greeting people - saying something about a pelt's color. She has been doing it since... she couldn't even remember. It just seemed real to her. A pelt she could see, feel, watch. It was part of a deer as the eyes, the voice, the name was. At least in her philosophy of life.
Suddenly she coughs a bit, and the girn turns into a sheepish smile. Glancing down, she chuckles. "I think I haven't even introduced myself. I am Aurora, Sir."
red hill had 69 posts. Sorry
Sorry i'm immature, i know *shot, runs*
(Sorry about the really short
The Hart nodded in response, shifting as the darker doe settled beside him, accomidating her company, and listening to all she had to say.
"That is.. quite interesting." Virgil commented, looking down to his friend. The stag was judgemental to some pelts, but only the common things. Like how a Zombie pelt or a wounded deer ment danger. Or how the Idol's grand red pelt could be a sign of trouble, as he experienced many a time in the past. But for one to make such specific observation on an individual pelt he had never thought much on.
"If this is my pelt, what does your pelt mean?" He asked, looking back to her checkerboard colours. It was easy for him to examine, being 50% colourblind.
Aurora pondered a second
Shifting her weight a bit to one side in order to not get stiff in this doe-lie pose, she offers another warm smile, answering in a happy tune. "I am not sure, Sir Virgil. Perharps Black and white mean that I am a contrary creature? White however respresents purity... Black is safety. The darkness of night protects us... we don't have to show anything we don't want to be seen."
A slight yawn escapes her muzzle. With a sheepish glance at Virgil, Aurora shifts her weight completely to one side, but leaves her legs tucked up at her belly. Her head already on the ground, she yawns another time.
"I am a bit tired... Sorry that I sleep right next to you! If it bothers you, I will leave... Good... night..." Low snoring, quiet, pleasant purrs. How quaint it is how quickly sleep could overcome the little piebald.