The small doe lied underneath her umbrella tree, her black legs tucked underneath her pale bodice as the wind flipped her pelt up. Her antlers slightly touched the ground and she began to fade to sleep, Until a loud boom hit her eardrums, she jumped to the sound and looked around, seeing as a tree had fallen, she lifted herself up, looking around as her mask moved slightly up, covering her right eye, she thrashed her head, forcing it to move back down. She was forced to let out a crying call for help. Her eyes caught the sight of something, something small but quick, she began to get scared now. Hearing the yelp of a coyote and looking up at the sky to see the sun had already set under the mountains and the moon awoke, bringing out its stars. Her insides screamed as her instinct told her to run, but her body was a statue.
The muscular yet thin stag had been running around like the madman he was and smashing into trees. It wasn't nearly as insanely driven as it had appeared, for he had actually been chasing his prey - a big, fat squirrel. He had knocked down a young oak in his frenzied chase and ended up cracking his mask and sending several bony splinters into his real skull - again.
He walked through the red forest, blood running down his face, his mask, and his neck, when suddenly he glimpsed a doe standing rigid.
Mm...new target...he thought, walking around and behind her. He approached, ready to stalk for hours in threatning silence, close behind her. He finally came so close that his neck fur touched her hindquarters.
The Doe shook in fear. feeling as if someone was watching her, and then, as soon as the feeling of fur hit her hindquarters, she spun as quickly as she could, wacking the stag with her antlers. She was furious and ready to fight if needed."What do you want?" Her voice was furious and bold.
Ice began to form around her muzzle and her mask, it was freezing tempaiture, but her thick pelt kept her average tempature. Her eyes squinted. this stag was much too abused and skinny to even try to kill, it wouldnt be a fair fight to him. Her ears still pinned back and brushed against her antlers.
The stag began to let out some odd, choking, gasping noises. They sounded happy, distressed, and sick all rolled into one sound. The unmistakeable laughter of Lucifer.
"Kchekchekekekekeh! Oh, you doe..." he coughed quietly, blood dripping onto the ground. He began to feel very sore where the doe had hit him, and just as quickly as he had arrived, he receded into the darkness.
But anyone with a soul could feel that he was still watching.
Her mind rushed, she was tired and needed sleep or she would end up passing out. As she heard the Stag's call, she gave him an odd look. "Look, if your going to stalk me, or hunt me or whatever you want to call it, do it without disturbing me!" She turned around as the stag skipped away from her sight, she began to walk alone now, around the pond and further into the forest, she stumbled over a root sticking up from the ground. Feeling dizzy, she settled under the tree, pushing her bodice against it and falling fast asleep. Her dream was plain black, nothing more.
He was odd that way, seeming to have a fixation with sleeping deer. They looked so peaceful, when they were asleep. Gentle, soft, vunerable. Several times he actually stood over her before galloping away at top speed, as though it were a sick mind game. For him, it was.
Lucifer walked up beside her and lay down about two feet away from her white body and curled into a tight ball before lightly drifting to sleep with his ears twitching and eyes cracked open.
as soon as morning cracked open to the sky, the fae opened her eyes, looking around as her vision became clear. She looked to the strange stag lieing fairly close to her, trying not to waken him, she stood up and streched before turning off and walking slowly away back to the pond."I really just wish he would make up his mind" She spoke whispering to herself before stopping at the pond and leaning down her long neck, lapping up the water before looking up to see nothing but forest, it was so plain out here, nothing but that young stag that kept following her. She gave a small call, not loud enough for him to hear, and wake up, but enough for her to clear her throat. She struck the ground with a hoof before walking into the water, half of it was ice, the other half was slush. she was wide awake now, and her mood wasnt the best.
Lucifer awoke on his own accord, watching the doe wade into the water. Like a fawn desperate to follow its mother, he hopped up and chased after her, avoiding any sound and walking into the water almost silently behind her. He bumped into her rear again, as if it were how he greeted her specially.
"Hello again." He cooed gently in his thick, Russian voice.
The Doe cocked her head as the stag said hello, not replying, she turned around and shot out of the pond, into the inch deep snow and skidding around before catching her balance, she was already far into the forest. She ran until she found the large oak tree that gave her shelter, she walked in and lied down, looking out into the forest, knowing the stag would soon follow. She rested her head on the cold ground and took a deep breathe, seeing as she breathed, she could see puffy fog come from her nostrils. She gave herself a grunt and left it with that. She wasnt in the mood to talk.
Why I would love to roleplay
Of course The small doe
The small doe lied underneath her umbrella tree, her black legs tucked underneath her pale bodice as the wind flipped her pelt up. Her antlers slightly touched the ground and she began to fade to sleep, Until a loud boom hit her eardrums, she jumped to the sound and looked around, seeing as a tree had fallen, she lifted herself up, looking around as her mask moved slightly up, covering her right eye, she thrashed her head, forcing it to move back down. She was forced to let out a crying call for help. Her eyes caught the sight of something, something small but quick, she began to get scared now. Hearing the yelp of a coyote and looking up at the sky to see the sun had already set under the mountains and the moon awoke, bringing out its stars. Her insides screamed as her instinct told her to run, but her body was a statue.
The tree was mostly his
The muscular yet thin stag had been running around like the madman he was and smashing into trees. It wasn't nearly as insanely driven as it had appeared, for he had actually been chasing his prey - a big, fat squirrel. He had knocked down a young oak in his frenzied chase and ended up cracking his mask and sending several bony splinters into his real skull - again.
He walked through the red forest, blood running down his face, his mask, and his neck, when suddenly he glimpsed a doe standing rigid.
Mm...new target...he thought, walking around and behind her. He approached, ready to stalk for hours in threatning silence, close behind her. He finally came so close that his neck fur touched her hindquarters.
"Boo..."
The Doe shook in fear.
Ice began to form around her muzzle and her mask, it was freezing tempaiture, but her thick pelt kept her average tempature. Her eyes squinted. this stag was much too abused and skinny to even try to kill, it wouldnt be a fair fight to him. Her ears still pinned back and brushed against her antlers.
The stag began to let out
"Kchekchekekekekeh! Oh, you doe..." he coughed quietly, blood dripping onto the ground. He began to feel very sore where the doe had hit him, and just as quickly as he had arrived, he receded into the darkness.
But anyone with a soul could feel that he was still watching.
Her mind rushed, she was
He watched her as she
He was odd that way, seeming to have a fixation with sleeping deer. They looked so peaceful, when they were asleep. Gentle, soft, vunerable. Several times he actually stood over her before galloping away at top speed, as though it were a sick mind game. For him, it was.
Lucifer walked up beside her and lay down about two feet away from her white body and curled into a tight ball before lightly drifting to sleep with his ears twitching and eyes cracked open.
as soon as morning cracked
Lucifer awoke on his own
"Hello again." He cooed gently in his thick, Russian voice.
The Doe cocked her head as
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