The sky was veiled by a thin layer of rainclouds. Sunlight was dim; but the air was fresh and day was pleasent. Near the pond's edge was probably the most awkward deer in the forest. Her body was an unnatural upside-down 'U' shape, with her rump levitated higher than a normal deer's. Her ears were erect and large, instead of rounded point, they curved in an oval shape. Strange, stumpy limbs protruded from her small and compact torso. The small hind's face was not as sharp and pointed as per normal, but rather soft and curving. She was delicate to even look upon.

Peppa's pelt was a clash of vanilla-white and caramel-brown, both colors dipping and swirling into one another. As she trotted along, supported by tiny legs with tiny cloven hooves, against her chest bumped a navy and black-beaked magpie mask. The rope holding the thing precariously around her neck was made for a taller deer, and every so often in her adventures, she would stumble across it and find herself in an awkward heap.

The young doe seemed pleased; clear-sky-blue eyes (I'd mention how these were unnatural too, but I think we're getting the point) surveyed her surrondings all but passively. Being less than half of the normal deer's size, and not even having the lanky legs of a mini or a fawn, Peppa was in the constant danger of injuring herself. She walked lower to the ground than most deer, and in a forest built for taller and leaner deer, she came across her fair..(or maybe unfair?) share of obstacles.

The doe was determined and spunky, despite her size. She couldn't hear a thing; and if one wanted her attention they simply needed to stomp their hoof. She could feel the vibrations in the earth well; and usually this struck her attention. She didn't have much trouble communicating, other than a laughable speech impediment. It wasn't her fault; and nor was is actually funny. Being deaf, learning to speak was a difficult task. Peppa often used inncorrect words in her mumblings; sometimes even the pitch of her voice wavered from low to high, since she was unable to have any control over it.

Through all of her disabilities, none of them really bothered her. She was happy little thing; skittish and afraid of new things, but bound and determined to improve the world in one way or another. The tone-deaf doe hummed a little tune...(Could it even be called a tune? Nothing but strange noise, really) and padded her way around the pond.

Another doe sat quietly beside a tall tree, staring up at the sky threw the leaves of the trees. Rainclouds left the area seeming dull and gray. From where she sat, the pond was in clear view, along with the bridge and the crying idol. She was a dark blue color, with speckles of yellow etching patterns across her pelt. Long green feathers had grown out the back of her head, and covered her back beautifully. Finally she wore violet face paint which made an odd pattern around her eyes and altering the view of the upper half of her face. Her ears were completely unmoving, and her mouth remained sealed.

Nightgale was another disabled fawn in the forest, having been born completely deaf and without vocal chords, leaving her completely unable to even try and speak to others. Her clear green eyes however were perfect, and made up for her other issues. She could also feel the vibrations of other deer speaking and walking about threw the ground. She knew she was mute, though it took a while for the relivation to strike her. When she made attempts to cry out, she felt no vibrations. She could only let out anguished gasps in attempt to speak out, or in attempt to scream when frightened or suprised. However, she was well capable of speaking threw body language, and she had been learning to write with her hooves in the dirt when nessessary.

Nightgale dropped her gaze from the graying sky after a raindrop plopped down on her forehead. She shook her head quickly in suprise, then stood up. She took a quick look around for changes in her surroundings, and soon spotted the piebald fawn... Peppa, or so the 'sun' floating over the fawn's head read. Nightgale smiled hopefully, and began to trot alongside the creek leading to the lake toward Peppa. Upon reaching the lakeside, she began nodding her head energetically, and rose momentarilly onto her hind legs before actually bowing. This was her way of trying to say hi, as she knew no other way.

She suddenly paused. There was another fawn appearing in the area, approaching Peppa. Tilting her head slightly, Nightgale watched the soon-to-be stag. In truth, she was much younger than either of them, and probably quite ignorable. She began stomping one hoof in front of herself nervously, partially just trying to think about how she'll be able to communicate with this new guy. She began to back away, showing slight fusteration in her uncertainty.



(ooc: RP test driving a new character. =P Might throw another in later though.)

[OOC] Only if you want to, Pegaface c;

Dovev rose on his hooves(in a "tippy toe" fashion), his bruised colored fur pressing awkwardly the wrong way as wind rushed at him, whistling and tumbling. The thin grass tickled his ankles at the thin branches of a willow tickled his rump. He jumped slightly but stayed still for the most part, looking quietly at Peppa who responded in her own way of speaking. Dovev was used to it; third person and a bit child like—this gave Peppa the “awesomeness” about her, in Dovev’s words.

Dovev nodded happily, looking back to where he came from then to Peppa again and lifting his head in happiness. Lately he had the feeling that movements instead of words would maybe allow Peppa to understand more. But he’d still talk to her, fluidly and maybe a bit slow with a wide mouth progress.

”Fr-om that far aw-ay?”

He tilted his head and smiled. Peppa was older then him, and it was odd as well that she was shorter then him. It sort of equaled out, but somehow Dovev always found it tongue-tied again.
Rain dripped onto his back suddenly, slipping off and landing quietly on the grass. One after another others fell and Dovev squinted his eyes and shook himself of the drizzling rain. Then the sound of light, delicate steps came from behind with a quick pound of a hoof. Dovev turned around, his dangly legs, this time, moving more accurately. Her fur was a gentle dark blue with speckled yellow. On her head were green feathers, flowing lightly behind her on her neck. Her face seemed to be painted and it gave her face color against her dark coloring.

Dovev smiled and bowed to her, even though she seemed a bit troubled. Was it him? Did she want to talk to Peppa alone? Dovev tried to figure out why the doe wasn’t speaking and his thoughts went to Peppa, and that the deer might be deaf leading to maybe… no speaking? Maybe not…

”Hello.”

It was odd to be speaking to them because they couldn’t hear him. He could easily mouth the words, but he wanted to be natural around them. They weren’t different then any other deer, just special. Why did he think this way? Because soon he’d be just like them, except the missing part: blindness.

As the gentle breeze gusted past, Nightgale's feathers were ruffled out of alignment. She didn't seem to notice this, or simply not acknowladge it. The glassy lake water began to ripple in diverse locations as early drops of rain splashed down. The rolling of the thunder failed to effect her unrecieving ears, though Nightgale felt the vibrations of the thunder threw the air as well as the ground... it was like a minisule added pressure on the atmosphere, hardly noticible. She shook slightly, feeling drops of rain land on her back.

The other two fawns seemed to be communicating with eachother. Nightgale's clever green eyes watched the two, her sharp mind processing their way of interacting. In a way, if she wasn't a quick learner she'd wind up a cripple, so this studious nature could only serve to make life less fusterating. A smile soon crossed her face as Peppa curtsied to her. She returned the guesture, and watched the doe speaking. She watched her lip movements, trying to sound out probable words in her own mind. She more or less recieved it as 'hey, yeer deaf hike Peppa, er, my bee can unstand Peppa'. She thought on her mental translation for a few seconds before understanding. Nightgale nodded, trying to show threw her body language that she understood. They were both deaf... there was an understanding in that alone.

She turned her head slightly, looking at the older buck. He was a curious sight indeed, with bone structure seeming to grow out of his head. She couldn't help but wonder if it pained him or not. She watched him greeting her, her trying to repeat 'hello' back, though such was an awkward attempt when not even a ghost of a voice escaped in her greeting. She placed one hoof in front of herself, and began to carefully upturn the now dampening dirt underfoot to write to the two. Maybe they understood hoof writing? "I - N i g ht G ale" she wrote, somewhat sloppily, as she was still ill practaced, but it was a try. She nodded at this and looked at the two, tilting her head slightly.