(Roleplay)(Lynetta)

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The day, it was a little hot. Okay, so maybe Foxglove was also a little heated inside. Whatever the reason, he began that evening by rising from a hidden spot and racing for the nearest tree. He had to dig his tines in to something. The bear swung his claws inside he body of the deer, a guttural roar coming forth as a grunt as the tines gouged the tall willow. His tines managed to become entangled in the thick whips that grew from the water-dwelling plant, and this only furthered his rage. Leaves rained around him as he shook the branches he was attached to, trying to get as much pleasure from hitting the trunk with his antlers as he might. The thing Foxglove did not realize was that now he was pretty well chained to the tree. So much for trying to vent his angers, they only turned to despair as he tried to free his tines from the grasp of the old willow.

Flopping to the ground, the orange stag allowed the tree to hold his head up as he groaned in irritation. "Great. This is karma. Damn tree." He mumbled, awkwardly trying to get comfortable as he found a way to free himself from the branches. Each pitiful attempt only got him caught more, until a fore and hind leg found themselves hopelessly entangled as well.

The stag, now awkwardly captured by the tree, thrashed once before resigning himself to the discomfort of standing there. He was lucky that the evening sent the deer deeper in to the woods, leaving the pond quite devoid of visitors.
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The gray, red-speckled doe

The gray, red-speckled doe hummed to herself as she slowly made her way down to the pond clearing, eyes on the ground in front of her, as if she were in deep thought. Completely unaware of the entangled stag, she continued towards the pond, eventually reaching it. "Ugh, someone should do something about these cattails. So many of them. You could practically poke your eye out..." she muttered under her breath, pushing through the tall water plants, then bending her slender neck down to take a few sips of water. Only then, did she notice the somewhat orange stag struggling amid the long , cord-like willow branches. This sight, somehow amusing, made her stifle a laugh, causing her to inhale water quickly, then snort. She shook her head, then made somewhat of a sneeze. The gray doe lifted her head part way, then cautiously wandered over to the willow tree of which the stag was tangled in. "Um, you alright there?" she asked, somewhat quietly, still trying to hold back a bit of laughter.

(Sorry, a bit rusty. I haven't had time to RP for a while.)
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"Am I alright? You were the

"Am I alright? You were the one that almost drowned laughing at me..." He grunted, not noticing who - what was making the speech, not even registering that it was a doe who was speaking to him until he managed to pull his neck around to see her. His eyes grew round like two silvery moons and his jaw dropped in surprise before he could stop himself. A stammer broke from his lips: I - ohgeez. I am sorry for speaking to you so rudely - ah - ohmy." He managed to pull one leg free and spin himself around, no matter how much worse he was entangling his antlers.

The stag tried a bow, which seemed to take great effort as he bent the more sturdy branch above him to do so. Foxglove made it half way down before the branch tugged him upright like a marionette. "I am alright, excepting the fact that antlers don't seem to be made for willow trees... ohgods!" After leaning backward while he spoke, the stag managed to free his foreleg and plopped down on his already-damaged tail. Rising like a shaky fawn, eyebrows knitted, the male deer tried again to think of what to do. He was sorely embarrassed, and decided to think of something soon before the gray doe decided to give up and leave. He shot her an apologetic look.
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"Am I alright? You were the

"Am I alright? You were the one that almost drowned laughing at me..." The doe raised her head a little higher and frowned at this, examining the stag once more. "I - ohgeez. I am sorry for speaking to you so rudely - ah - ohmy." She smiled slightly, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. She stood there, not knowing if he needed help or what. "I am alright, excepting the fact that antlers don't seem to be made for willow trees... ohgods!" She gave a little amused huff, then studied the buck worriedly as he succeedingly managed to un-twine himself from the branches of the willow. As he shot her a glance, she swallowed.
"Oh, I - hm - er - uh, that's good... I guess." She stuttered, thinking over the words she just said. She looked down and gave her head a little shake. As she looked back up, she took in the hart's appearance; somewhat long, orangy-chestnut fur, antlers like those of a moose, but smaller, white and red in color, and a whistler-masked face. She gave her head another small shake, then looked him in the face. "Well, er, I guess I should introduce myself?" she stuttered again, blinking a few times. "I'm Lynetta. And, uh, who might you be?" She asked, peering at the stag curiously.
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The stag shook his head

The stag shook his head gently, letting several of the cords fall to the ground. He then gave Lynetta a proper full bow, his eyes never leaving hers as was customary for him. Lynetta. He thought of the name, letting it mull in his mind for the blink of an eye before responding. "I'm Foxglove... but if you find it easier you may shorten that." He smiled, trying to break the awkwardness between the pair of them.

The gray doe was very pretty, he had to admit as he studied her briefly. Long legs, lean muscle, red tips all over her soft-seeming pelt... a very pretty doe indeed. Foxglove bit his lip before speaking again."I hope you did not find me too rude, Miss Lynetta... My predicament was not much of an excuse for my tongue." He again apologized, this time a bit more eloquently and accented with the lowering of his ears in submissiveness until he finished. It was only polite.

His lady-killer smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
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Lynetta gave a warm smile and

Lynetta gave a warm smile and nodded a little as he introduced himself. As he apologized, she watched him intently. "Oh, no, not at all... Mr. Foxglove." She giggled a bit, then turned her head up and glanced around the treetops, pretending not to notice the quite attractive smile that lingered on Foxglove's face.

"Nice weather we're having, hm?" she asked, turning around, still studying the treetops and the evening sky. She flicked her tail, glanced back at Foxglove, then lowered her head, skimming her lips against the soft grass curiously.
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Nice weather? Foxglove

Nice weather? Foxglove chuckled lightly, gently. He was definitely getting a nice view of her. Was she... she might have been. He swallowed a bit harder than he should have. "It is. It's quite the wonder that no others are out to enjoy it." The stag remarked, bending his strong neck down to the sweet grass before stealing another glance at her. His tail flicked, and without raising his head very far, the stag meandered up beside her. A gentle nibble brought the taste of soft grass to his tongue, much more appetizing than that of the peacock grasses he was used to eating. After the small nip, he took the opportunity to speak again.

"What does bring you out here, when most are preparing for sleep?" It was a curiosity. The deer flicked his tail again, trying hard not to let it wag to show how he enjoyed this.
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Nibbling on the grass,

Nibbling on the grass, Lynetta positioned her ears to the sides, listening contently. She a bit of a half-smile as Foxglove came up beside her. What brings me here? She lifted her head, and thoughtfully chewed as she glanced around the clearing. She swallowed. "Well, I would say... The emptiness? How pretty the water is at this time of day? I'm not exactly sure. It is pretty crowded during the day." She looked back at Foxglove and slightly tilted her head. "If I may ask, what were you doing in that willow?" The doe asked curiously, casually shifting her hind weight.
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" What a strange

" What a strange deer....looks like a buck, antlers and all...heheh.... " The crimson doe murmered to herself. Those brown eyes stared curiousley as the buck lodged his antlers further into the trunk of the willow tree. A shower of leaves dropping to his feet. " Shall i go help him? hm...maybe.. " She whispered in a lower tone. Her feet forced movement and she stepped out into the sunlight, tail flicking back and forth in interest.
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(Splinters, Maybe if you want

(Splinters, Maybe if you want to RP, we can start a new thread? This one, as it states in the title, is clearly reserved for Lynetta.)

The stag blushed, though he was thankful it was nearly invisible. He had been up to no good, is what had happened between him and the tree. "Well, I had...ah.... I was... taking out my frustrations on it. The tree just decided to stop me. hmhmh" Maybe it had been for the best. Lynetta might have been scared off had it not been for his comical predicament. "I will not be picking on trees anymore, that's for sure." That willow had put him in his place. It was a bit shameful, a bit embarrassing, yes.

Foxglove shuffled a hind hoof, closing his eyes for another bite of grass. Would she tease him for it? Or think him a violent being? Good? Bad? He chewed with these thoughts like a swarm of bees in his head, hiding his insecurities with a tail-flick.
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Lynetta studied the stag,

Lynetta studied the stag, slightly amused, then stretched her neck down to grab another small mouthful of grass. She almost inhaled the condiments in her mouth once more, as Foxglove stated he wouldn't be picking on tree's again. The doe raised her head a bit. "Ah, I see." She swallowed the remains of grass, then turned toward Foxglove, still trying to hide a giggle. She had to admit, he did put on quite a show in the willow.
"Well, do you want to take a little walk or something?" She asked, her muddy-brown eyes glinting at the stag. "Once you're done eating, of course." She slightly dipped her head, giving a Mona Lisa-like smile.
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Gods, her smile was something

Gods, her smile was something a buck could get used to. He swallowed the flora quickly, raising his head from the earth. "I would love to." His gray eyes met hers in a gentle invitation to follow, though she had invited him to walk. Maybe he would show her somewhere that only the deer who knew him really thought of.

They began off in an indeterminable direction, just taking in the sights of the forest. The bats had just began their flight over the unseen canopies, but it was yet too early for firebugs to overtake the flower patches. Everything was bathed in a concoction of warm and cool colors, dew was beginning to form. The weak light that was left glowed from the Birch, leaking in to the First Forest to create a shadowbox. The two moved effortlessly through the shadowbox.

Foxglove carried himself with little noise, a contented and warm smile, and a gentle gait. No, he was not trying to show off his musculature, but it did bring that attention through the ripples of his frame beneath his candle-flame pelt. But he was not focusing on himself, no. He was more focused on his company. Lynetta.
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He was charming, this stag.

He was charming, this stag. Lynetta walked lightly beside Foxglove. She wore an open expression as she gazed around the darkening surroundings.

"I've always favored this time of day." the doe said quietly, looked at Foxglove, then looked quickly looked forward again, fumbling over her steps for a moment. No, not only was he charming, Foxglove was handsome. As she regained her pace, she swallowed silently. "Are you going to Scarborough fair.." she sung quietly, glancing over toward Foxglove as if wishing for approval. "Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.." she continued, still quietly. She lowered her head a bit, as if she was embarrassed. She paused, then looked up at the stag, head still hung. "I-is it alright if I s-sing?" she stuttered.
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The stag's ears pricked as

The stag's ears pricked as she began her singing. His fur tingled, the little ruffle on his neck standing on end. His eyes closed, and he sighed, but did not shake the feeling from his fur. "Of course. Mhmmm It is wonderful to hear, your voice. You sound like a sparrow." Foxglove took the opportunity and danced forward, leaping and spinning, whipping around to face her, a fawn in his playful dance instead of the elegant stag he was.

"Remember me to one who lives there..." He offered, smiling as his warm voice drifted on the air. His step carried spring within it, even though fall was approaching the forest. Her singing seemed to bring out the deer in him, the bear inside shrinking from in to a wonderment-filled daze from the song.
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"She was once a true love of

"She was once a true love of mine." She pranced beside Foxglove, smiling with hilarity as she hummed the tune between verses. She kicked up her heels, then continued to happily dance aside the orange stag.
"Tell her to make me a cambric shirt!" she sang dramatically, pausing in her tracks to strike a pose, flashing a grin at Foxglove. She soon resumed her frolicking, adding a little hop here and there.
The violet-orange sky illuminated her pelt as she capered. Small flicks of her tail indicated that she was high-spirited; far from any of her spontaneous moodswings. Lynetta was enjoying this moment, as much as she was enjoying the enticing stag.
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"Parsley, sage, rosemary and

"Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme!" He replied, his voice almost cracking as she posed for him. He stopped in his tracks to stare for that moment, before leaping back in to their playful dance. Foxglove wondered if Lynetta knew that she was as enticing as she was.

"Without a seam nor needlework, then she'll be a true love of mine."
Their hooves thundered in a drumbeat, kicking heals clicking, laughs and melodious song probably disturbed the other deer who were trying vainly to hush fawns in to slumber in the darkness. The two ran, sang, and danced like vagabond gypsies as the night grew thick around them. Finally, in true Gypsy fashion, the stag pressed himself against the doe's side, head-to-hip, to lead her in a circling dance.

"Miss Lynetta, you are an illusion with a siren call." He smiled, leading her in another circle before breaking free and walking a circle to her front.
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An illusion with a siren

An illusion with a siren call. Gods, was he captivating. His words swept Lynetta off her hooves. Her heart seemed to beat as fast as a hummingbird's wings would, as the buck made his way around her. She stood still, her eyes glued to the winsome hart's eyes. She didn't dare move a hoof, as if the moment would shatter.

The doe didn't know what to say. She was aghast. What was she to say? She certainly didn't want to stand there, looking dumbstruck, but Foxglove's words truly left her speechless. She gazed warmly into his eyes, still standing slightly stiff.
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The stag smiled as she became

The stag smiled as she became a trapped rabbit. A warm laugh boiled forth from him, and Foxglove stepped back. "Come on, Lynetta, I am not that scary, am I?" He teased lightly, secretly worried that his spirit was showing. Sometimes, Foxglove was that scary. Sometimes, he made even the other deer want to tear off in terror.

The stag nibbled his company's ear thoughtfully. "Would you like to keep going?" He asked before pulling his lips away. Foxglove knew where it would be beautiful, and it wasn't far away.
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"Oh-I-urm- okay.." she

"Oh-I-urm- okay.." she stammered, feeling a little warm. Lynetta broke from her frozen stance, also taking her eyes away from Foxglove's. She took a few steps to the left, then stopped, looking back at the orange buck. She smiled, almost grinning, then flicked her tail in a somewhat teasing manor. "Where to?" She asked.

What was she feeling? First, it was shyness, then almost like she was pushing the limits, but finally, she felt as if she had almost a flirty side? She didn't think she was the flirty type. She pushed those thoughts away, quickly, saving them for another day.

I edited it a teensy bit.
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((Ah, mkay. I was going to

((Ah, mkay. I was going to find this and reply, but you put it at the top of the recent post list for me! <3 thanks))

Foxglove shrugged, knowing directly where he was going. "Someplace." He replied nonchalantly. The fluff of his tail peeped out from under its orange cap, though only part way considering the way his tail flopped at the permanently-dislocated joint.

The doe's scent drifted to him, and he smiled at her. "Someplace this-a-way!" The buck whirled and dashed off, his tail flopping wildly as he teased her to give chase with a kick of his hooves high in the dark-evening air.

A laugh escaped him and rumbled through the night air.
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Lynetta frowned, giving a

Lynetta frowned, giving a little sound of hesitation before she gathered her wits and bounde off after Foxglove. Her cloven hooves seemed to just graze the ground as she sped after him effortlessly. She held her tail erect, bearing the slate colored underside of it.

Only then did she notice the hart's tail. How funny, part of it flops to the side! Probably hurt it wrestling trees... The gray doe giggled, then switched her eyes back to the land ahead of her, smiling pleasantly.

She lifted her head higher, into the air, inhaling the Forest scents. It's smelt... Like trees. Birch trees, pine trees, sequoia trees. And flowers; poppies, those purple flowers that grew in patches, and also the ones the only released their true scent at nightfall.
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Foxglove kicked his heels,

Foxglove kicked his heels, racing through the First Forest as if a pack of hounds were on his tail. It was effortless, graceful the way the hart flew over the land. No grasses stroked his sides, or had yet to. The Crying Idol's gurgle was a lull in the background.

The thundering of the stag's hooves slowed, skidded, before he leaped through an area of foliage. The stag peered through, looking back at Lynetta. His face grinned at her from the vines. "Just through here. But you gotta jump, cause there are a couple of good-sized rocks under all of this grass and moss." He smiled, one of those enticing and melting-type smiles.

Just beyond the foliage and rocks lay something beautiful.
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Lynetta slowed to a walk

Lynetta slowed to a walk after watched the buck spring through the brush and rocks. She halted, peering through the greenery, as if estimating how long of a leap it would take. She backed up slightly, then launched herself through the vegetation, stumbling as she landed roughly next to Foxglove. Groaning, she shook a horned bramble off of her foreleg. Looking up, her eyes widened. He was right. It was stunning.

((Arrggg, computer troubles. That took longer than expected. For such a little post, I know. .-.))
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((No problem. I get it

((No problem. I get it ^^))


The lush foliage was peppered with fireflies, winking as if the two deer were walking among stars. The peacock-grasses were hands caressing the powerful sides of the two beasts that could easily crush the plants. Blueberries glittered from emerald bushes a little bit away; tiny round sapphires filled with the beginnings of a fine wine-inspired taste that stained the taste-buds as well as the soul of the eater, so sinful were their flavors.

Foxglove strolled through this paradise of places carelessly, following his well-made path through the place he called home. The hart smiled, standing on his hind-hooves to pull down a branch above. Something fell to the ground dully, and the stag dropped to reach for it. A bird's nest, old and abandoned, lay by his muzzle. It was surrounded by little bits of beauty from the forest: a rock with a petrified leaf, a ladybug-like beetle encased in amber, butterfly wings, a few feathers of different varieties, a ribbon from a real-deer mask, a couple of very shiny rocks, the list went on and he went to work.

"Lynetta, what do you like?" He peered at her from over his shoulder, the pile of treasure between his hooves.
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Lynetta carried herself

Lynetta carried herself lightly long Foxglove's well-used path. This place is beautiful! She thought, expressing a awe-filled look. She giggled quietly as a few shimmerbugs, as she called them, floated around her muzzle.

What do I like? The doe pondered amidst this question. "Hrmm..." She switched her eyes over to where the buck was standing. "What exactly do you mean by like? I-urm, are you asking in general? Or...?" She kept her brown eyes on the buck, flicking an ear as a shimmerbug attempted to land on it.
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He smiled, moving the pile

He smiled, moving the pile with his foot to reveal several more trinkets beneath. A little bit of amber lay beneath the others, and Foxglove picked it up. The ribbon from the mask made a perfect necklace to hold the pendant. Within the amber lay a beautiful moth. One could see each hair on its body, each feather on its wings as if under a magnifying glass. It was one of his favorite pieces, but he would not admit that.

The stag bounced over to her, the new piece of jewelry dangling from his mouth. "Can't see. Not until it is on you." He spoke through the mouthful of necklace. The amber highlighted the moth's brilliant hues, bright reds and soft blue-violets only lightly muffled by the toffee color of the amber. Foxglove smiled, admiring his handiwork.

It was a hidden passion of his, to make things from the trinkets he finds.

"I.... I thought this one would be the best... it is the only one in the forest... the only moth like it. He smiled, before scooping all the trinkets up and placing them back in the crook of the tree.

You won't tell, will you? He asked fretfully. He was worried about others finding out his secret.
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"Oh no, of course not!" The

"Oh no, of course not!" The doe shook her head violently.

Lynetta peered down at the pendant Foxglove had made, which she now wore around the thinner part of her neck. "Foxglove, sir, really, thank you. For this," she said looking from the necklace, back to the orange buck,"it is truly beautiful, and for your time." She bent down, exposing her lean withers and back, then bending her right foreleg and moving it under her left foreleg, also dipping her head, and giving her tail a flick in a circular motion, all in a curtsy-like manor.

As the gray hind straightened herself, she met Foxglove's eyes. She stifled a yawn, blinked sleepily, then looked up at the moon. "'Tis a bit late, no?" She gazed warmly into the buck's enticing eyes, cocking her head just a bit.
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His smile was broad and

His smile was broad and jovial as he bowed in return. His smile warmed, eyes brightened. "You, Miss Lynetta, are very welcome to my time any moment you wish for it." He replied, straightforward. Her chocolate eyes seemed to glint as he looked in to them, sending his heart reeling.


"It is." He agreed, before doing something he had not done before. "You are very welcome to stay.... unless you would rather I walk you home, Lynetta." He did not know how else to invite her... their night together had been the most fun he had ever had with a doe.
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Welcome to stay. Her heart

Welcome to stay. Her heart fluttered. She swallowed quietly. "Well... I..." She looked down and shuffled a hoof. "I-is it alright if I stay?" The doe flicked her eyes back up to the buck's face. "I-uh- w-well, I am quite tired, I mean..."

She felt herself grow warm. He was quite the gentleman, and yes, she did want to get to know him better, but if it meant sleeping withing close range of him? She didn't know what to think. "Urm... uh-I mean, you don't have to go out of your... er, duties to... to have me stay. I can always find my way back..." She shot Foxglove a pitiful glance. It was graceful enough to have herself stumble over her words in front of him.