OMG LITTLE ENTH ISN'T SO LITTLE ANYMORE

i'll still cry when he's alone though

omg i owned a page? WOO

rofljlgj

Hurrr. Bout time I did this.
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A blue stag scented a smell faintly farmiliar off in the distance. He followed it and saw a younger stag in the brush. It took him a moment to remember who it was. It was the scent of Enthbril. The scent could be faintly traced in Kasmir's fur. Willis smiled, finally able to meet him. "Hello," he said softly, trying not to suprise him.

The one she started here or here? And, I didn't think about a continuation, unless you'd prefer it to be.

I meant the one she started here on Enth's bio~ I asked because if she was going to be included in the rp, then we'd probably want to take turns so nobody felt left-out @o@ *knows that feel all too well*

but if you didn't mean for it to be a continuation, then I shall reply posthaste!
#yoooooooooooloooooooooo

Yes, I know how that feels, too. She may join if she'd like.
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The blue stag returned the awkward smile, not sure what to make of the boy. He was similar to his mother. Willis though for a moment, trying to conjur up a mental image of what Hexane might look like. He then dropped the idea an returned his attention to the younger buck, listening to what he had to say.

Willis nodded, looking in the direction of the grass. It had in fact grown taller. Good for humgry deer, was the simple thought in the stag's head. "Yes, very nice weather. Grass is uh... fuller?" he replied, then tried to think of what to say to him, "Eh--I apologize for startling you. I..." The words drifted off, the stag not knowing what to say.[

The young stag bent down to graze. Trying not to look stupid, the older stag began to graze himself. "No, no one told me to come find you," Willis said carefully, "I just figured it was time I met you. Kas--I've heard alot about you, Enthbril." Since he'd revealed he know the boy's name, he decided he should introduce himself. "I'm Willis, by the way."

Your art is really great..

@Inufur
Thank you! That top image was a gift from Crowesie that I requested c:

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So, Willis knows his mom. That didn't seem like a big deal since half the Forest seemed to know or talk to any given member of his family, but the way this stag was acting made him a little curious.. and a little suspicious. His curiousity outran his dawning suspicious feelings and made him decide to play the nice-guy card and see what this stag had to tell him.

After they grazed in silence for a few more minutes, he felt satisfied and immediately folded his legs beneath himself to lay down where he'd been grazing--this still put the two at a comfortable distance. Enthbril smiled at Willis. Really? That's funny.. Does that mean you were the same color of orange, too?"

not to interupt, but, maybe Kasmir should like.. interupt xD Because I think Willis is feeling preeeeeeetty awkward.

The yound doe skipped through the forest, humming and singing contently along with the birds. It was something out of a disney movie. She hopped and hopped, looking for someone she knew. Namely, Willis or Enthbril or her mother. By the time she reached the tall grasses, the wind had blown her fun around enough that it looked dishivled.
She caught a familiar scent on the wind. Two familiar scents. It was.. Her son. And Willis. Close to each other.
She searched for them, looking to and fro, before finally reaching their gethering spot. "Oh! Hi there Will! And my babu!" She nuzzled Enth first, before moving on to Willis, nuzzling his shoulder, and licking his cheek. Curling next to his leg, she went to speak again. "What're ya'll up to?"

Willis immeadiately brightened with the arrival of Kasmir. He smiled and returned a warm nuzzle to her. He let her settle by him and then looked at Enthbril. His smile turned awkward. "Eh... Nothin' much, Kas," he said.
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Damn, that was short.

The doe's vicious expression was being shot directly at him, unwavering and icy sharp.
You look better than I remember last we met, no? her tone was dark and uncomforting, vengeful.

Willis stood up immeadiately. He walked between the pair. "Misang, leave the boy alone. You've no reason to act such a way to him," he said in a tone entirely new to him. He snorted. The stag raised his head in an attemped to look larger.

Kasmir's heart pounded with anxiety. Mother, please. Obviously there is some conflict here. But he is my son. And this is my love. she hisses, standing up, facing her mother. She may be her mother, may've taken her in. But this was her son. And her mate. She wasn't going to mess with her family. She was a mama bear.
Please do not try and not cause any more conflict here. I was ab out to tell my son that I have a mate.

MATE? He yelped, ears flopping to the sides of his head and he looked between the three of them. What's going-- Mom, you didn't-- Too many things to be said! Everything was getting jumbled in his mouth before he could begin to say what needed to be said. Of course he felt very grateful towards Will for telling Misang off, but this was a little too sudden for him when tempers were flaring.

Everybody is pairing up.. He grumbled to himself sourly and rolled his eyes. The young stag bristled and began to back away from the quarreling bunch.

Your family? Your family?! what started off as a snarl suddenly melted into broken, hysterical maniac laughter.
Enthbril belongs to me, as well as Kasmir! Would you attack a defenseless doe, one who has a fawn to care for? How unnoble of a stag.

Everything was getting to be too much for him; the young stag's legs quivered with the need to bolt, but he knew that he needed to stay where he was and help. We-we don't belong to you. His voice was clear. Steady. His hooves moved of their own accord and he found himself inches away from the furious blue doe that was his grandmother.
His nose wrinkled with a boiling anger as he looked at her smaller body down the point of his nose. We can do whatever we want he began loudly, Even if that means not telling you things! As if we'd want you to know..! You always want your way and you don't think about how selfish you're being. Now he moved back to where he had been without taking his eyes off of her. He was burning with fury.


I don't care what you do to her, Willis.

She listened with blazing malice and murderous eyes. Her pointed, somewhat wolf-like teeth showing. With every word her rage grew. You son of a bitch. Her thin back legs thrust off from the forest ground with huge energy, and she rammed into his shoulder with everything she had. While she was small, she held a great punch from her years of being alone and fending for herself.

Kasmir yelled, jumping up and standing in front of Enthbril. FINE! Fight! See if I care! But I will NOT let Enthbril see this! She nipped at her son's shoulder, herding him away from the violent scene. He did not need to see his father and grandmother fighting. And Kasmir couldn't stop them, she was way too small. She would just have to let it arise, tend to Will's wounds, and keep Enthbril safe.
I'm sorry, Enth.. I'm so sorry... She is walking towards the old oak, where they can take refuge for the time being.
It'll be okay. Willis will be okay. Misang will be okay. You will be okay. She has tear leaking out of her eyes, and it sounds more like she's reassuring herself rather than her son. As she walks, she keeps herself as close to Enth as possible.

I needs me some fight music.
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The doe's impact was suprisingly strong. The air was knocked out of him, an umcomprehensible noise escaping him. The stag was knocked aside, losing his balance. He tumbled over, slamming into a tree. With the quick jerk of his body, the little doe flew backwards. Willis struggled to regain his balance. When on all fours, he faced the doe. "Oh, so this is how its going to go. A fight. Well, let it be." He raised his head high. His eyes were blazing as they glared down at the doe. {Damnit I'm out of fighting moves} He strode forward to the doe, awaiting another blow. He lowered his head, meeting her level of vision. "Look what you've done. I said LOOK!"

He turned his head towards Kasmir and Enthbril. With an impatient grunt, he spunned around and pushed the little blue doe towards them, but kept a safe distance between them. He bent down more to whisper into her ear, "Look at this. Look at your daughter cry. Why would you want that to happen to them? What the hell runs through your head, desiring this?"

The doe stood in her place, watching him do as she wanted. Her large ears fixated on his words that he shushed, but she was far from deaf. There was a special sincerity in his voice that she could understand, and Misang exhaled though her black nose and set her jaw before speaking, Very well, I will for now allow you to be one of us. She had a stale taste on her tongue, she looked away. The doe remembered last time her young daughter fell in love and how all that ended. She let out an aggravated mumble under her breath at the thought of him, and her blue gaze shifted back to Enth. Do you really think you don't belong to me. Her stare narrowed by the slightest bit. I will have you know that you are sorely mistaken.

A small part of him withered when it turned out the fight didn't escalate how he'd hoped it. And that was any way in which he could come flying in, shake his antlers about, and come out of to gasps of wonder from onlookers. His mother spoke kind words too him, but Enthbril was a little dazed and felt content to fall into his little fantasy land until Misang's face came at him and dissolved his thoughts as easily as a stone hurled through a cloud. Before he could even think of something to say, Kasmir stepped forward, and this time he forced himself to listen.

Right then, in that moment, he couldn't remember feeling so grateful to have her as his mother! Now it was his turn to speak.
Mom is right, grandma. I don't belong to just one of you. He paused and lowered his gaze, already knowing that his next words would sound a little stupid, but he still had to say them. We're a family, and.. families belong to each other. His purple eyes met hers with a calm sort of dignity. The young buck thought it would be best to smile at her, but he somehow couldn't and instead a look of familiar epathy washed over his face. I'm sorry that--.. I made you mad.