Ausar needs some friends and interaction ;3;
Standard roleplay rules apply, don't powerplay/godmode etc. I'd like you to
be literate and post a fair bit since I post a lot (I guess??) and like a lot to reply to. However
I do not mind what character you chose to play at all.
Please please please post in an order. You can jump in whenever you like but once you're in,
stick to that order unless the person before you states they cannot post.
Oh, and no more than like 5 people or I get confused and scared ahahah >>"
There were good and bad days for the aging stag. Some days he could run and even leap into the air and twist if he so chose and some days it hurt his limbs to walk. Ausar had tried not to focus on his age. But many mornings he found it difficult to even get out of the nightden he and his son had been sharing. Sometimes, if he was lucky, then the other stag would still be there to nudge him up and walk with him until the stiffness wore off.
Today was not one of those days. The walk into the forest was cold and lonely and it put a damper on his usually chipper mood. The blond stag seemed to be trying to limp with all four legs at the same time and it was very obvious as he shuffled his way past the deer hurrying to their business. Some fawns paid him a little mind, moving out the way or watching in silence to which he gave them a gentle smile, reassurance and thanks, but continued until he’d reached the stream.
It had rained so heavily the night before that many deer were still soggy around the edges. The mud underhoof slipped easily and sometimes what seemed stable pieces of leaf litter skirted around on the earth with the slightest pressure. The sun was shining however, rapidly trying to dry out last night’s miniature flooding which had soaked the earth.
Ausar did not really know why he chose to visit the stream on this particular day instead of the pond as normal in this condition, but still early morning thirst drove him to carefully lower his forelegs and straddle the bank firmly, before dipping his head to drink, butt in the air on the top of the bank.
It was fairly hilarious when one moment he was drinking, and the next he found his forehoof slipping in the dirt and splashing into the water. The jolt lifted his hindlegs off the ground and he fell forwards, back hitting the opposite bank due to the closeness of it, and faceplanting the water.
Quite embarrassing for a old man like he. Rolling the right way up in the shallow water the stag had to use the bank to be able to even stand. And he just stood there for a few moments, dripping wet and staring around for onlookers;
“Klasse“ he muttered to himself darkly, lifting a leg to try and climb the small bank he slipped a second time and narrowly avoided hitting his jaw on the earth. The dirt was loose from the rain and Ausar couldn’t get purchase on it. With a loud weary sigh he tried two more times, the second managing to get his hooves onto the ridge but his hind legs merely scraping grooves in the soil and splashing loudly and repeatedly against the water.
He was trapped in this stream. Doomed in mid-depth water. Unless he waded the pond which he did not fancy with such stiff legs. Sucking in a breath he let out a short warble of summoning, maybe Alabaster would hear and come to his aid. It was definitely a cry for help, but specific.
And with that he rested his chin on the side of the bank and stared like a sad dog, unwilling to embarrass himself further and hoping his son, or anyone really, would come to his aid. 
Saw no one has posted on
Vaharo was flying through the trees today, he didn't want to dirty himself further by walking through the muddy earth, having to drag his tail through it. He halted to a hover as he heard a cry come from afar. He perked his ears and listened, the cry starting to fade as the wind carried it. He decided to fly in its direction, his mood had gotten better with time. As the stream came into view, he saw a disheveled body laying on its banks. Vaharo swooped down and landed beside it. It was an old deer, hooves muddy from its obvious struggle trying to escape from the muddy grasp of the banks. It was an old stag, one Vaharo had never seen before. He walked over, making sure he was in its sight before saying, "Need help old timer...?"
The foreign word caught the
[[Just a friendly reminder
The blond stag had his eyes downcast, a sulky frown upon his tanned skinned face as he waited for rescue. The thump of the sudden hooffalls went unheard, but when he finally lifted his ambery yellow eyes up, the sight made the older male jump a little, and skitter around in the mid-height water before staring with wide, alert eyes up at the red stag;
“Gods, you almost gave me a heart attack!” he blurted, but a smile pulled across his bearded face and evidently showed he felt no harm from the winged beasts entrance due to his own fault. Ausar listened to his words before nodding;
“Ja, I slipped and cannot up” It didn’t seem to have been noticed he missed the word ‘get’ out of his sentence; “And I’m not that old, sie welpe“ he chuckled playfully, before another voice carried over just as the male was trying to lift his foreleg up. He recogisned it as someone with a similar German tongue and turned to look.
Why did she call him goat? Ausar did not bother to question, assuming it was another jab at his age, and he just flashed an embarrassed little smile at the blueish-pelted titan doe, he really didn’t want onlookers while he was stuck in a stream and struggling to get out. The blond turned back to Vaharo and cleared his throat;
"Can you help me?“
(epp sorry, it was late when
[ trackin' this
Vaharo widened his eyes for a
//gotcha on the word amount, I hope I got enough this time~
The doe caught the
Once he'd been analyzed thoroughly Lilith turned her attention to the red. It was the dull rusty color of old metal. Four upper tusks curved up from it's jawline, two lower fangs curved down. A meat eater, a hunter. Distrust crept into her for this new dragon was indeed a threat. If the teeth hadn't clued her in his size certainly did. Almost the same size, perhaps an inch shorter but still large enough. This creature intrigued her as it seemed intent to help. The bit of smoke caused the longer fur on her chest and neck to rise.
Listened quietly, light blue head tilted to the right as the giant red spoke. His words calmed her a bit, he did intend to help. Immediately caught the jist of Vaharo's plan. Spotted a few holes in it, hooves were not meant to grab things and if the old one was dropped...well that would be... unpleasant. After a split second of hesitation she plunged into the creek bed. A far amount of water was displaced as well as one fish. No fear of being stuck. Turning her head around she addressed the red. "If you need help ask. Mmm...perhaps I could serve as a stepping stone, leverage or in case you drop him as a cushion?"
Laughs loudly because I
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Although slightly alarmed as the curls of smoke radiated up from Vaharo’s nostrils, Ausar was never one to judge too harshly and so continued his steady smile watching as the strange winged beast sniffed around him. Glancing over at the doe as she spoke he nodded wordlessly as she came closer to investigate them both, but Ausar had turned back to the dragon-like deer.
The saddened look he was offered as the red stag spoke was incredibly worrying but the old german stag nodded slowly and kept his grin of reassurance and confidence even if his eyes were slightly betraying.
As he felt the teeth close around his back the blond/cream stag gasped and flinched away under his grip but did not actually move to avoid it. He squirmed a little as he felt the other open his wings but let out a nervous titter of laughter at the absurdity of the situation, feeling himself turn a little red at the concept considering they were being observed.
As the titan doe splashed into the small stream beside him the older male chuckled a little again but kept his eyes away as if more embarrassed; he heard Liliths words and immediately chimed in with;
“Oh no, if I am dropped you may get hurt too and this is my stupid mistake, if you hit by a stray hoof I will feel very bad” came the concerned tone from the now fairly dirty littler stag.