I choose your lovely stag Damen. I'll be using my own stag Epon. I think this may be interesting. Do you want to do the first post?

Epon shivered. He hated being out in the open with no trees and grass to hide him. He would have still been under his rock if it wasn't for the group of fawns. He shivered again. At least there was water nearby and he had never noticed the bridge before. He was always running too fast to see anything. Epon's ears twitched as the sound of fellow deer calling out echoed around him. Everything was so much louder.

But at what cost? Under his rock no deer could see him. Any deer could see him now. Under his rock it was sheltered and warm. Out in the open the bitter winds tugged at his fur and kissed his face. Epon gave out a bellow and listened. His ears circled like radars but the only noises he could really hear where frogs. Why did the frogs have to croak so loud?! Epon spun around and galloped at full speed, something that comes naturally when you don't want to risk your life by walking, only to put on the emergency breaks when he saw the stag lying on the bridge. Epons eyes widened as his hooves dug into the ground. He stared at the deer stupidly, unable to move. The stag had huge antlers that made Epon panic even more. There was nothing he could do but stand at the foot of the bridge shivering and looking at the stag.

((I know but Epon's such a wuss that doe's have huge antlers XD))

Epon backed away slightly, his hooves patting the ground nervously in an attempted bow. "I a-am kno-known as E-Epon." he managed to mumble under his mask. "P-pleasure to meet you Damen." No it wasn't. Epon had just spent five minutes watching the stag lick himself and all ready the words 'killer' and 'carnivore' had flashed across his mind.

Epon gave a bow again, even though it looked more like a curtsy because he didn't want to take his eyes off of the dangerous Damen. Upon further inspection and matter of opinion, Epon came to the conclusion that, like most deer, Damen was too mysterious and he was covered in wounds. Battle scars probably. Epon's feet froze to the ground again. Epon stood shivering for a further minute before muttering "Fight much? Those look nasty." Epon looked to the ground shamefully. Now why did he ask that?

A fight with his twin, eh? Epon frowned slightly. He never really liked his little sister and often ignored her, but a fight? He had never experienced a strong hatred between siblings. A few ideas of evil twins cropped up in his head as he stared at Damen's wounds.

Epon stuttered out of shock from Damens last remark. "I-I'm sorry! I-it's just that I never really go here and... I-I'm sc-scared." He cowardly stumbled a few spaces forward with his head low, to a less awkward distance and sniffed Damen. He smelt a little of blood however Epon had to reassure himself that he had just be bleeding. "S-So..." Epon mumbled, "which of you if the evil one? Oh! I'm sorry that is a very insensitive question. Please accept my excuses..." Epon quickly gabbled. Damen seemed like a strong stag, and he wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him. Definitely not.

Epon gave a quick little nod. "O-oh. Okay. Sorry if I offended you." Epon gave a little shiver as he untensed slightly. He didn't want to put his guard down, but hearing from a deer saying they're not evil was strangely relaxing. Still... The fight peaked his curiosity. "May I ask what you were fighting over? Did you win?" Epon fixed his ears on Damen, trying to milk as much out as possible. Besides, if there was so much danger out in the open, the stag who has been in a fight that had nothing to do with evilness would surely be on guard.

"Ace? Ah yes, I know her very vaguely. My sister met her once. But I don't think she'd remember." Epon gave a little nod. How did he know the fight was about a doe? Gut instinct. And also fighting for a fair doe is pretty much tradition. Epon sighed. Fighting for a doe sounded like horrible business and he never likes a fight anyway. Does were so fussy nowadays and only stuck with the big strong brave stags, leaving the little wimpy ones like himself under rocks. Typical.

Epon gave a little cough and a neverous smile. "W-why is there blood on your antlers? W-was it the fi-fight?" Epon stared at Damen's antlers. They were a lot more impressive than his. Damen's antlers were sharp and perfect for display. Epon's were just getting ready to fall off for the winter, only to grow an identicle, not so impressive pair for the summer.

Epon gave a little squeak as Damen lowered is head. That just about gave him a heart attack! He looked at each point, most glistening with semi-dried blood. "W-why don't you just wa-wash it off in the water?" It seemed like perfectly logical way of cleaning. "I'm not going to lick you if that's what you had in mind." Epon gave a little nervous nod and scuttled over to the water before wading in knee-deep. The few feathers and leaves that were tied to his legs bobbed up and down in the water. He wasn't so fond of water however he knew that it had useful properties like cleaning and a good place to hide.

"C-come on then, or you'll never get clean."

Epon gave a yelp as Damen ran up to him. As soon as Epon realised that Damen meant no harm he blushed at the noise he made. "I-- erm... Sorry."

Cleaning Damen's antlers was an easy job and soon they were spick and span. "Th-there you go! No blood..." Epon looked at the water which was tinted red. "I just hope that no one's thirsty."

He stood in silence for a few moments, back arched cowardly and avoiding eye contact. The water was starting to make him shiver and Damen's presence made him nervous. This deer... is the sort of deer that get's into fights over does and wins and is the hero... I just sit down and run away at any sort of danger, even when there isn't any danger at all, Epon thought. He looked at Damen and back at the water.

Epon shifted awkwardly. He could feel this deer expected something from him... but what? He glanced up and gave a timid smile. "S-so. I have never seen you round here before." Correction. Epon hadn't often been 'round here' anyway. It was always the Playground he hid. The Pond was so... open. The idea of predators watching him all around made his fur stand on end. Epon took a look back into the tinted red water, incase any huge evil fishies tried to have deer for dinner. The water was starting to make his white undercoat a pinky-red. He gave a little whimper.