Sparrow had opened his eyes to watch the deer and the swallow careen towards him. He smiled widely at the sight. Another deer in the company of birds . . . he thought. He listened to the apology of both before nodding. "No worries, you two! You can't enjoy the quite without some noise now and again." He cocked his head slightly, his smile still apparent on his soft muzzle. "My name is Sparrow. Nice to meet you." He lowered his head in an awkward bow, as he still hadn't risen from his resting spot. "So you like birds? I love birds!" His smile broadened. I probably sound like a dolt, he thought. Sparrow didn't care. Life was too short to worry about such things and besides, there was another deer who seemed to enjoy the company of birds!

Sure does Winged!!!

Track so I don't back out of my resolve to get Isa more social when I am allowed back on the computer! iPod for now :'D

yay! Role play interest!!


"Poplar?" Sparrow's head tilted the other direction as he thought the name over. His large ears were forward at full attention. "Like the trees. Poplar trees! They're like aspens . . .my favorite," he mused. Sparrow marveled at her position - so unlike a deer! Not that he could talk, he supposed. He spent half of his time in trees! The buck tried to remember if perhaps he had played with the doe while in his bird form . . .but he wasn't sure.
He chuckled at her comment. "They certainly will let you know when they're not in the mood!" He smiled again. "Can you talk to them? The birds? I can speak to them . . ."

-Sorry about the slow reply-

"Body language goes a long way," Sparrow replied. He thought of his own body language with the birds . . .how he bristled his fur or moved his ears or even carried himself. It became even more important in his bird form. "When I'm a deer, I use body language, but I also just talk. We just understand each other. Now," he continued, "when I'm a bird, I talk like a bird." He smiled warmly at her. I'm sure I sound daft, he thought. Sparrow turned his head to look up at the little bird perched in the tree, offering it a smile as well. "I like both forms of talk though." The buck turned his head to nibble an itch in his side.

The doe paused. Changed in to a bird? The first thought after that sentence was of Wendingo. He ate birds! The doe found herself bristling a little in agitation. "Is there any special characteristics when you are a bird? I have a friend who eats birds and I want to make sure that he doesn't... er... doesn't eat you by accident." The sentence ran together, and the embarrassment was clear on the doe's face.

She was talking to a deer that could transform into the prey of her best friend. I think I need to teach him about fishing. The doe vaguely recalled a time when she saw a great hairy beast catch fish in a far away river. Maybe Wen could do that same thing in the pond? Her body visibly relaxed so as to not give too much agitation to Sparrow. She worried for him.

Within the safety of the bush, Isaita let her body rest a moment, her heartbeat too fast and her muscles too tense to allow her to relax even though she felt safer. Peeking out from between the leaves, she verified that the stag wasn't after her and puffed out a shaky breath.
"Hello?"..."Are you alright?" The doe's body froze, the muscles locked and her ears started to swivel to locate the source of the questions. There wasn't supposed to be anyone near- she hadn't seen or smelled anyone! But now that she wasn't running, she could take in the scents around her. Ah, there. Definitely the scent of a male..rather close.
"Uh..yes?" She looked around, but there was only leaves and flowers in her view. "Um...Where..Where are you," she questioned, since she was too scared to blindly search but she wanted to know where the other was.

(I just noticed that she's rather fawn-like ._. Here's to doing nothing reply-able! :'D )

As the buck came into view, Isa flinched back out of instinct, always having been more cautious around males than other does, but she didn't quite know what to make of Sparrow. At first, she thought she'd been wrong in thinking he was male, but discarded the thought regardless. Hesitantly bowing her head in greeting, her blue eyes raked over his form, looking for anything that could harm her in place of the antlers he lacked.
"Isaita." A pause. He didn't seem to be threatening at all, but some deer liked to play mind games. "I'm..not lost.. But I can leave i-if I'm in your territory or something?" Always cautious of what other deer thought, she started to gather her legs under her in case she needed to make another run for it.

Blue eyes trailed down to the ground under the buck's scrutiny- had she done something wrong? Brown ears flicked forward at his response. "Well.. Yea.. But.." Yea, but what? She knew that the Forest was a peaceful place without boundaries, but the deer that resided in it tended to ignore that fact. "Just some deer claim territory... Wasn't sure if you did or not..." Her ears folded back, uncomfortable with being reminded of something she knew so well.
"Oh," she squeaked, "I.. Um.. Well... I was running from..uh..a deer?" Yeah. That's helpful. "A, um, deer that claims territory. That's wh-why I thought...you know." What started out as frantic stuttering quickly turned into an almost muted reply that ran together. She peeked up at his face to see what he might be thinking of her, she was making quite the fool of herself.

( :'D This one's even worse! I think my brain farted somewhere in there lol)

"..To their nether regions." The little doe perked right up at that with a shy giggle. Oh, how it would be funny if those deer that chased others off and fought over land would get a small taste of revenge! Feeling less shy, Isa tucked her legs under her in a more comfortable fashion; no need to run from this deer.
"That's..That's really good to know, uh, Sparrow," she replied, relaxing by the second. He wasn't much bigger than herself, now that she really looked at him, and he had no antlers! "I, um..I'm sure you're really nice..I'm just..I just was a little jumpy is all?" Excuse turned question. If she was going to lie, she should get better at it. "I'm fine. Really. Just...you know, got a little scared is all.." More lies. She smiled to make it seem like she was telling the truth, but it felt a little strained.
"You, uh.. You d-don't sound like you're from around here," she said, turning the attention to him. ..That was rude. "I-I-I mean, I..um, have never seen you before?"

((Sorry for being so late!))

The doe nodded. She definitely hoped he was fast enough. "To be honest with you, I am not that interesting... nor can I remember much of my life. All I know is that I was born here, spent some time Outside this place, came back and died somehow... then somehow I was back here." Well, that was really how she viewed her life these days. Other than that she was just your average deer. She looked normal, acted normal and had a past that was blind to her. Had she really been normal then too?

The doe pressed her nose into the flowers and shook her head. The exercise was to try to clear it, as the muddledness was creeping in from trying to remember her past. It always seemed to happen: her mind would go slow and she might feel as if her speech was being pushed through water. She would soon recover, though, usually by doing something like this.

(Sarcastic - you bet your sweet bippy it's okay!! Ask away! Nothing is off limits for me! If you'd prefer email - like it's private or something - it's clparr82 (at) yahoo.com)

Grae:
Sparrow was a little confused. She died? And came back? He tried not to let the confusion show on his brow. "How . . .how did you die? And how did you come back?" He paused. "I'm very sorry. That was terribly rude of me." He lowered his head almost as a scolded fawn would. "Sometimes I do speak without thinking about it. He paused again, hearing his accent in his voice. He usually tried to hide it, though he wasn't entirely sure why anymore.
The buck noticed that Poplar had her nose in the flowers, as if she was clearing her head. Sparrow knew the practice well - he often did it himself - and he did so now as well. He plunged his muzzle into the flowers and breathed in deeply, pulling in the sweet fragrance. He half mumbled, "I'm not from this forest. I'm very far away from home." It could have been a sad statement, except for the twinkle in his eye.


Sarcastic:
"There are other deer that aren't from here?" Sparrow marveled. He didn't hide his accent now. "How very strange! I wonder how they get here as I've no idea how I did. Literally woke up in a flower patch as a deer. See, I was a sparrow in Britain. Flitting around the city, eating and annoying people. Though all those memories are fading rather quickly . . ." He paused looking softly at the timid doe. "You don't know where you're from? No memory at all?" He gave her a quick nuzzle - a gesture of kindness and friendship. "I fear that is where my memories are headed. But . . .I'm not sure I mind. I happen to like it here." He looked softly at her. "What do you remember? Sparrow wasn't sure if he'd get much of an answer, but it was worth a try. He quite liked this little doe.

(your eye should be fine. The blood will reabsorb eventually - can take a few weeks sometimes - but it shouldn't do any damage to your vision or anything. Visine drops can help if it feels really irritated.)


Sparrow felt sorrow for this little doe who couldn't remember where she was from. He nuzzled her when she pressed his nose against his neck, trying to offer some comfort. "Knowing the forest can't be half bad, though. It is quite lovely. I am very sorry however that you can't remember. Perhaps there is a reason you can't, and in time, you'll be able to work out your past." It wasn't much in the way of hope, but all he could think of to say. "I was a bird where I came from, and I can be a bird here too. I can change myself back into my true form. How daft is that?" He pulled away and looked at her, a silly half-grin on his face. "Would you like to see? Maybe it will cheer you up!"

Sparrow giggled at the doe's mention of pestering the people of Great Britain. If only she knew! He replied to her "I don't have wings, no, not in my deer form. Only as a bird." He smiled wide. "Here goes!" Tiny balls of light eminated from around Sparrow, darting this way and that, no rhyme or reason to them. He almost spun as he shot down to the ground, the actual transformation to quick for the naked eye. Standing before the timid doe was a little sparrow. A bird of tiny proportions but of big heart. He pipped at her and hopped about before taking flight and landing on her head. He sat squarely between her ears. "See? I'm a little bird!" His voice was softer, but not by much. "This is my true form . . .how I was in my other home. And this is how I'm most comfortable. I have no idea how I can transform but I can." Sparrow fluttered down to the ground, hopped a minute, before reversing the transformation. Again he stood as a deer. "Pretty daft, yeah?" He started giggling as he nuzzled her.


(You're welcome!)

(Yay! It'll take time to heal, just like any cut. Sucks that it's not practical to slather neosporin on it! Make seeing a little difficult with a blob of goo in your eye!)

Sparrow chuckled and watch the doe circle him, listening to what she was saying. "I can certainly talk as a bird, though I never could back home. Well, not like this at least. It sounded like this to myself and the other birds, but to any other animal it was all chirps and pips and chatterings." He playfully nipped at her, nibbling at her fur - a sign of affection from his bird behavior. "I've only been able to transform here. Something of the magic of this place I guess . . ." he trailed off a moment thinking. When he had first woken up, he was shocked and terrified to find himself here and in the form of a deer. He had run frantically around, looking for something familiar, when something told him to just stop and relax. He could be a bird. And he thought about it and became a bird. His old self. He was elated and had flown to a nearby tree, only to think about the deer form and he had transformed back while sitting in a tree. The buck smiled at the memory.
"I've been able to do it since I first arrived here. It just sort of, happened. I thought about wanting to be myself, my true self, a sparrow, and it just . . .happened. I was so happy I flew into a tree. But then I thought about my deer form and I transformed back in the tree. It was all very silly and confusing!" Sparrow started to laugh a bit. "Poor deer form me, confused and scared way up in a tree! But that's how I learned I could transform at will, so it was good." He noticed her still inspecting him. "I'm all deer when I'm a deer. The only thing I keep is my bird coloration." He smiled and nuzzled her again. "What do you like to do to pass the time around here?"

(haha! no worries! I'm still trying to figure Sparrow out! And pirate you would be AWESOME!!)


Sparrow figured his transformation needed some more clarification. "Well, luckily for me, it is a little more complicated than just thinking it. At first, that's all that was needed, but as I transformed more, I learned I needed to concentrate fully on the form I was to become. So I don't just have a fleeting thought and turn, so to speak. At least not after the first couple of times!" He chuckled. "Oh my! Could you imagine if I had been in flight? That surely would have been the end of me!"
The buck listened to Isaita stammer over what she did around the forest. He felt that it was her shyness and he nodded and smiled warmly. "It's true, there's not a plethora of things to do here. I think you summed it up quite well. I tend to meander around, lounge often, fly into the trees to lounge, or just fly throughout the forest. It circles back around you know - there's no end to it . . ." He looked around at her mention of the pond. Sparrow was quite thirsty and could use a good bath for his feathers. "Would you like to accompany me to the pond? I'm rather thirsty and I would love the company of my new friend." He bowed in front of her, and invitation to join him.