How about I start and you can choose which of your deer you want to use.I'll use my doe Tazanna.
The birds were singing their joyus song as Tazanna sun bathed in the medow.The forest was a magical place to be sure.This doe was unlike any other she is black with blue butterfly markings and her eyes are a deep see blue.
Butterflies of different colors flew around her.She seemed to be asleep and relaxed.
Tazanna perked up as she noticed the fawn.She bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement but began to graze not wanting to scare her or go near her incase her parents were protective.
The bright light of a new morning gleamed warmly between the shadows of the birch ringlets. Patches of heather and peacock grass swept over the hill in a spectrum of sharp contrast. A yawn forced her lips to part in a drawn out sigh as the last tendrils of her dream slipped away into the far reaches of her memory, achingly close, but just out of reach, her only proof a dream had taken place, a warmth that spread all over her, making her feel as light as air, and as strong as an oak.
As her eye lids slid open, she noticed another deer near by. Curiosity stretched her limbs into deep arcs as she stumbled to her hooves. Eagerly she bounded forward, hoping to get a better look at the new stranger. As she approached its left side, she bowed, then cocked her ears and tilted her head in a question way. She knew she should not talk to strangers, but surly this was better then being disrespectful.
"Ja, gnädige Frau." Storm said, then corrected herself. "Yes, madam." She bowed again, shyness etching a crease along the base lines of her face. "What is your name, madam?"
"Wie ist Ihr Name, gnädige Frau?" She inquired. "Ich bin Sturm."
"I, I am Storm." She stuttered. "Verdammt meine schrecklichen Englisch." She muttered, then flinched, as if horrified at what she had said. "Tut mir leid, so leid, curse my terrible tongue." She apologized in a mixture of German and English.
"Danke, madam. Mite a bother." Storm said, blushing a deep rosy red, the emerald of her eyes swirling silver and gold in embarrassment, before fading into the deep emerald of her iris.
well you could start one
I am willing to rp with you,if you want
Sure. What would you like to
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well which character of yours
Any, We could do TEF, etc.
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How about I start and you can
The birds were singing their joyus song as Tazanna sun bathed in the medow.The forest was a magical place to be sure.This doe was unlike any other she is black with blue butterfly markings and her eyes are a deep see blue.
Butterflies of different colors flew around her.She seemed to be asleep and relaxed.
Then I'll use Storm.
Storm:
She looks like a fox, auburn pelt, black stockings, white underbelly and inner ear. She speaks English and German. She is a fawn.
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Tazanna perked up as she
The bright light of a new
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"Are you alright"she asked
Her blue eyes seached the fawn curiously.
As her eye lids slid open,
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She stretched her neck
"Did you enjoy your sleep little one">?
She stretched her neck
"Did you enjoy your sleep little one">?
"Ja, gnädige Frau." Storm
"Wie ist Ihr Name, gnädige Frau?" She inquired. "Ich bin Sturm."
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She doesn't speak any other
"My name is Tazanna"she said smilling.
"What is your little miss if i may ask"she inquired as she cocked her head to the side
"Und wie bist du?" Storm
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"I, I am Storm." She
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"Nice to meet you Storm"she
"It's alright I only know this language but knowing two like you do must be wonderful"she complemented.
"Danke, madam. Mite a
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((Be right back))
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"Where are your parents"she
That's ok I have to go to anyway.
"Meine Eltern, madam? Ich
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(I'm sorry, I have to go.
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