Oscar abruptly woke from his nap. He blinked and raised his head, letting out a long yawn. He slightly raised his ears; he could faintly hear the sound of another deer. Of course it wasn't uncommon to see others around the large pond. It was debatably the most social area in the forest. Nonetheless, the stag considered himself to be a warrior of peace, so getting at least a small glimpse of the stranger was a necessary. Oscar greatly trusted his own judgment about if a deer is good or evil, but appearances can be deceptive. He didn't seem to be completely aware of that though.

The large deer quietly got onto his feet, stretching his legs after he stood up. He quietly approached the watering hole and, aha! His assumption was right, someone was in the pond! But his childlike excitement about his instincts had to wait, the stag in the water was much more important at the moment. But it appeared that Oscar was late, the deer began to run away. The young stag watched him with a disturbed expression, the stranger’s movements looked so… Unnatural. Almost as if he wasn't from the forest, the self proclaimed 'warrior of peace' was unsure with how to react to this.

It appeared that Oscar wasn't the only one who was bothered by his awkward motions. Other forest folk stumbled away from the stag as he ran. Though he couldn't decide if the deer with wings was good or evil, he did think he had to approach him about the way he was acting. Oscar mustered up his courage and followed outsider’s path. He humorously walked with a spring in his step, thinking that it would make him look like he frolicking. Just a normal deer in a normal forest, totally not following someone he thought was suspicious. His actions gave him a few confused or strange looks from other deer, he simply ignored their expressions.

Eventually, he approached the thicket. He stopped his skipping and began to walk quietly and subtly. The deer was there, relaxing lazily. "You need to be more careful." Oscar said.

Hearing all the commotion so close to her resting place made the tiny doe very nervous at first. She was planning on just pushing herself deeper into the foliage but a familiar voice awoke what little curiosity dwelled within her. V crawled out from beneath the large leaves and straw and felt the need to tidy herself; she hastily rearranged the feathers atop her tiny cranium and shook any loose pieces of grass and fallen dry leaves from her body.

Although she wasn't the most social of creatures she hated not looking perfect in front of others since it always made her anxiety much worse as her mind filled with thoughts of being judged negatively by her peers. Satisfied with her quick grooming she took the first tentative steps away from the familiar surroundings and peered past the trees to see two rather large deer-folk conversing in the distance. One was laying down the other standing proud but not in a threatening way, others had began to also take interest in these two as V could see a few curious folks looking in their direction.

She was about to leave when the flash of what looked like a wing once again made her heart skip. "Could it be?" She thought to herself, she hadn't seen the mysterious winged male for such a long time that the doe had began to think he was gone for good. With a childlike excitement bubbling within her she felt her body being drawn to them, slowly but surely this time. Her steps were quiet and deliberate, her stance very awkward and low to the ground as if stalking. Stopping a short distance away to once again look at the two, one of which she was now sure was her feathered acquaintance. "H-hey...is something the matter?" Her voice was so soft and whispery that she was sure she wouldn't be heard by either of them but felt much too anxious to dare raise her voice and ask again so she stood there frozen waiting to see what happened next.

Her small frame was quivering with fear as the stranger spoke. His voice was calm yet she felt terribly anxious; his appearance was much more intimidating up close. Any other doe would have found the large male attractive but for V he was terrifying to look upon.

She took a few shaky steps back giving the stag space as her head dropped lower to the ground with only a weak nod of approval to show she had heard what he said. She gave a quick glance to the feathered male who was still looking quite relaxed.

"I..um. Sorry I didn't mean to intrude..."

He might hurt someone while frolicking? The stag almost chuckled. Okay, maybe some of his laugh came out as a low rumble. "I am quite deliberate and careful in my movements. If I were not, I would be half torn up, as would this place." True, the stag was more fragile than he looked. His feathers ripping from skin bled easily and his body was spindly. One wrong move and one injury and his body would be thrown off of its delicate balance, possibly leaving him lame or flightless. "And the gods of this place allowed me here, did they not?" He almost grew harsh here, though held it in. Was he suggesting that he not be allowed in the forest he decided to call home? What was his right, and why was he acting so upsettingly?

He then heard little V approach.

She was getting bolder since he last noticed her. "It is wonderful to see you again." His eyes smiled. "Nothing is wrong, Miss V. This stag is just showing some concern that I may have frolicked too roughly that I might hurt another deer." He nodded in Oscar's direction, keeping calm eyes trained on the dikdik. It must have been a very enchanting sight: the great stag and the swan stag having a conversation in a small thicket. "You are welcome here, V." He knew of her nervousness from their prior meeting, and by her body language he could tell it was still prominent. She had no reason to be nervous, as he wouldn't hesitate to harm those who chose to harm such a docile creature. It was a flaw in his personality.

The cob turned his head back to Oscar, again scrutinizing him with his eyes. "What purpose have you in being so concerned?" If he may be so forward as to ask...

"I apologize, it didn't look it." he replied with a small frown. "I wouldn't know." The stag answered the deer with the frail appearance, "Forgive me if this all comes off as rather rude, your movements… Well, I haven't seen anyone else in the forest act quite the way you do." he subtly cringed after saying that, afraid that might've sounded mean. "F-forgive me if that was offensive…" he meekly added.

Oscar put his attention back on the small doe. "You're more than welcome to join us." Both of these strangers felt so avian. He briefly wondered if the two were frequent visitors to De Drinkplaats. Secretly, he's never been very fond of that area of the forest; he always does something embarrassing there. He's learned a valuable lesson at De Drinkplaats however, never crash into a tree while flying temporarily as a bird.

The deer looked back at the stag as his ears slightly lowered, "Purpose? I don't have a purpose, currently."

V's large orange eyes bounced from one face to the other as she intently listened to the sounds coming from their mouths. Although the words themselves were not what interested her, the small antelope was simply registering the tones looking for any signs of aggression or hostility of any kind. Being paranoid meant she always needed and escape plan and she devoted much of her time to making them.

The two males were calm and pleasant sounding so she felt her body begin to relax a slight bit, keeping an eye on them at all times the small doe folded her slender legs beneath her form and plopped onto the soft grass.

"A broad purpose." He parroted, musing while staring at the other male thoughtfully. The stag's pointed ears focused themselves on Oscar, who didn't seem bothered by his questions, and finally offered something of his own that Cygnus found interesting. "Yes. I have purpose. I am here to breathe and to live, to leave behind offspring if the chance arises, and then to die. May my body feed plants to feed other conscious beings in the end." The stag let a bit of his wisdom creep into his voice. He did not have a care as to why he was here, yet he was, so he would do what all other animals at their basest instincts did, and then pass on like anyone else.

V was ever at the edge of the swan's vision, and he watched her watch him carefully. The swan's feathers had all settled, none out of place. Oddly enough, the presence of the skittish doe calmed the stag. She would likely alert him to any danger, so he needn't worry about anything other than what was at the end of his nose: Oscar.

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