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RP v.2
May 5, 2012 22:25:37 GMT -5
Post by henna.clove on May 5, 2012 22:25:37 GMT -5
Ahka shuffled a bit on his feet. Recently he had realized that he could not certainly lay claim on Kin without some sort of... discussion? Agreement? He wasn't sure what she was planning for the siv, and he didn't know if he was included in any of those plans with her. And at the same time, he also felt an odd need to prove himself. He wanted to show Kin that he was strong and that he didn't need her to protect him, that she needed him. Unfortunately, none of these feelings were making themselves known on an outward scale, so he stood underneath the windblown tree watching over a napping Kin, all of his ideas still trapped inside of his shell.
Coo darted his eyes across the meadow, which was crowded with grazing does and rams, before he clipped around the outer edge in order to reach the stream. He kneeled next to the water, his knees creating ripples on top of the surface. Small tadpoles squirmed away from the disrupted water, then back again; their little tails wiggling too and fro. Coo rested his head on his legs as he watched them, mesmerized by the motion. They had grown too, only two days earlier they did not have the small stubs of hind legs that they did now. He dipped his nose into the water, a smile spreading over his face as the tadpoles curiously began to swim around it. Curious. Hm...
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RP v.2
May 5, 2012 23:04:50 GMT -5
Post by Tammanae on May 5, 2012 23:04:50 GMT -5
As Native Dancer struggled with her answer, Moss gave her a curious look, wondering why she seemed even more nervous than before. This doe was one that had always baffled the friendly stag. Priding himself always making females feel comfortable and in high spirits around him, Native Dancer was a mystery to him. Whenever he attempted to flatter her or compliment her on her charms and beauty that were often overlooked due to her nervous behavior, she seemed to contract herself even more into her shell, fear and confusion clear in her eyes. But why? Surely there must have been a reason for such confounding behavior? In an attempt to lighten up the mood and make her more comfortable, he decided to stir the subject to something most goennecs were always pleased to talk about.
"So, the Siv is near? Are you excited?"
As Moss spoke, Northern Lights stared avidly at Native Dancer, her movements making him very alert, for once paying attention to the conversation of those around him. As she stared at the grass below her, Northern Lights couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was trying to listen to the grass's gentle songs, and he almost pointed out that such songs had been unheard for the past few days. However, thinking it rude to say so, knowing that she might simply hear that which he could not, he remained quiet, his ears swiveling towards Moss at the mention of the Siv.
"Ah, yes, the Siv. I have heard that you are a most excellent mother, Endie. You must be very proud of Olympia, she is a charming doe," he stated in little more than a whisper, his tail flicking lightly against her paw kindly.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 0:04:53 GMT -5
Post by kamaliah on May 6, 2012 0:04:53 GMT -5
Again, Endie tensed as Moss addressed her. She didn't know what to say, she hadn't even fully considered the siv. Consciously anyway, though now that she thought about it, she did feel that familiar stirring in her and could tell that was at least part of the reason she'd been drawn to Northern Lights. She couldn't say so though. Nono, that would be far too embarrassing. If this was going to continue, she would need a nap before long, no matter how scary that cloud was getting. The anxiety was starting to really drain her.
Thankfully, it seemed Northern Lights knew, again, exactly what to say and how to say it. Even his gentle flick of the tail was comforting. Her ability to raise kids was the one thing she had confidence in, especially after raising Olympia, who turned out to be quite a handful. Hearing the praise relaxed her, letting her thoughts flow a little more clearly. Her ears swiveled forward, showing her peaked interest. Her wording still wouldn't come easy, but if she couldn't talk about kids, she wouldn't talk at all.
"Yes, very proud." She began carefully. Still quiet and soft in her tone, but considerably more coherent than before. "She was, and still is, something of a challenge, but I cannot help but to love her all the same." She let slip a small smile at the thought of her youngest daughter. Perhaps, this year, Northern Lights would take her into his harem where she wouldn't have to worry too much about her next kid inheriting a trouble-maker's personality.
"Mmmmmhmmm" Sandy hummed nervously. She'd been trying to ignore the dark cloud creeping towards them, but it kept creeping into her peripheral. She gave it a fleeting glance, before going back to what she was doing and walling it off from her thoughts.
Seeing a ram nearby, one she recognized as Coo, seemingly unconcerned with the cloud. She could do with a good chat without having to hear some constant fear about how 'everyone was in danger'. Sauntering up beside him, she observed the little tadpoles he was staring at. "hello~" She said kindly. "Are you making some new friends?"
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 4:19:05 GMT -5
Post by applejack on May 6, 2012 4:19:05 GMT -5
Tossing her horns and skipping lightly forward with a carefree bound Razzy cocked an was curiously. A nearby group of goennecs were chatting easily and she wondered if she should say hello, unusually shy though she stood back and drew circles in the grass with a hoof. Wondering idly if she should approach and say hello to the ram she recognised as being Moss Raz was held back by the nervous looking doe talking with the group. after all it would be rude to butt in. Chuckling to herself she shook out her fluffy mane and lowered her nose to brush through the grass lightly, absently nibbling on shoots of grass. Deciding that the sense of calm emanating from the group, well calmer than most of the herd anyway, was preferable to wondering on her own with most of the heed tense and on edge. Raz wrinkled her delicate little nose and with a soft snort stayed where she was, she wouldn't get in the way but she wouldn't wonder alone, times were too uncertain to go off in her own little world. Her thoughts flicked briefly to fig and she wondered where her best pal was. Oh well. He'd turn up.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 12:10:35 GMT -5
Post by henna.clove on May 6, 2012 12:10:35 GMT -5
Coo started a bit, surprised by the voice coming from beside him. He snorted as he tried to intake a breath, forgetting his nose was submerged in the water. Sputtering and gasping, he watched with dismay as his little tadpoles darted away. His face was splashed with water, and he clumsily toppled sideways into the shallow stream. Blinking water from his eyes, he managed to stand somewhat shakily, his paws sucking in the mud as he shuffled his feet. Suddenly aware of the doe's presence and audience, he realized how idiotic he must look, and averted his eyes. "I...I...I... hello." He stuttered a bit, still taken aback with embarrassment. "Y..yes, they're tadpoles. I've been... I've been watching them since they were e-eggs." He blushed and looked down at his feet determinedly, trying not to seem so anti-social.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 12:24:43 GMT -5
Post by Tammanae on May 6, 2012 12:24:43 GMT -5
As Native Dancer spoke, Doe's gaze turned to Blossom, and she noticed the white, quiet doe giving her as significant a look as she was certain she had. A past of abuse, humiliation, and belittling from the rams of her previous herd had made certain Doe was never one hundred percent comfortable around most rams, Moss being one of the very rare exceptions, inspiring her to even speak without permission, something strange for the distant ewe. The flinching, tense muscles that Native Dancer seemed to sport whenever Moss spoke to her were only too familiar for the spotted female, seeing a vague reflection of herself as she had once been. Why this female felt so uneasy around Moss, though, was of no concern to Doe, as she felt it was not her business to intrude. Moreover, she noticed the relief that seemed to wash over Native Dancer, however slight, when Northern Lights spoke, the tension relaxing from her muscles. Feeling a small surge of sympathy for the awkward ewe, Doe got up as Moss opened his mouth to speak again, ramming her small horns against his flank, forcing him to move.
"Let's go, you idiot stag. I wish to hunt," she blurted out in a rather monotone voice, her purple eyes on the equally purple eyes of Blossom.
A snort of surprise escaped Moss as he felt the strong female's push, the air pushed out of him as he felt himself being moved. Looking down at Doe, a look of confusion on his face, he tilted his head to the side, resisting slightly by digging his hooves into the ground.
"What, now?" he asked, one floppy ear quirking slightly in semblance of a perked up ear as he did.
Realizing what Doe was up to, Blossom got up as well, walking next to the black and white ram. Looking up at him, her eyes adopting a faint look of innocent inquiry, she gave him a small, questioning look as she stated, "You wouldn't really ignore the wishes of an ewe, would you?"
These words having the desired effect, Moss's face turned to one of determination, stomping a green hoof deep into the dirt, making a small cloud of dust cover his feathered front leg.
"Why, I would never deny a beautiful doe of that which would please her! In fa- Well hello there, Razzy!" Moss began, but was cut off mid sentence as he saw the petite doe grazing nearby, immediately distracted by the new company and heading towards her, completely oblivious to the exasperated yet amused looks exchanged between Doe and Blossom. Once next to Razzy, Moss gave a courteous bow in greeting, his green eyes glinting with their usual charm. "Tell me, beautiful Razzy, why would you be all by yourself today? Well, no matter, if it means having your lovely self beside me. How have you been? It really has been too long since we last spoke."
"And too long since he last shut up..." came an exasperated sigh from Doe, earning a slight laugh from Blossom as the white doe bowed her head, greeting Razzy as well.
Oblivious to what was happening around him, Northern Lights gave Native Dancer a nod as she spoke, a somewhat distant look on his face, the smile on his face growing slightly at the mention of how Olympia had been a challenge. "Love is good. It makes for the best kids. You must be overflowing with it to have raised her so well. An admirable quality, the clouds often sing about it at the come of rain," he replied in a kind yet serious tone.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 13:17:46 GMT -5
Post by Toadfoal on May 6, 2012 13:17:46 GMT -5
As was common in recent days, Threonine stood poised at the bottom of the hill. His eyes were dark as ever, and while his body moved scarcely but to shake away flies, his eyes were constantly searching. Already his mind was behind in terms of preparing for the Siv, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Something... Something about those insufferable clouds was off. It had been for a while now, and the fact that he couldn't figure out what they were, combined with being distracted from conversing with does, was causing him some frustration. He stomped his foot every now and then, kicking up clods of dirt and leaving a patch of marred earth where he had stood guard for those last several days. He moved only to survey the well-being of the herd, and to eat. Thus, for his own piece of mind, he tried very hard not to let his concerns be known. Even walking among them, he said little, and smiled at those he encountered. They were a good, strong group of goennecs, and even in troubled times it gave him some small comfort to see a number of them were still going about their regular lives. Much of him wished that he might be able to join them. But not yet, it just wasn't possible until the danger had passed. That day, hearing another approaching from behind, he turned his whole self to greet the Prime. "Hello Devarsi." He dipped his head low in recognition. There was no use in saying 'good day', and he did not wish to bring more attention to his Prime's state of being. Though Devarsi was still a proud and powerful figure, it was no challenge to tell how the stress had caused him suffering.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 13:23:19 GMT -5
Post by kamaliah on May 6, 2012 13:23:19 GMT -5
Endie relaxed considerably and shot the departing does a grateful look for giving Moss something else to do, preferably at quite some distance from her. It was then she noticed the pretty chocolate doe, though the name escaped her at the moment. She knew she would not be loud enough to give a proper greeting, so instead, she awkwardly pretended to not have noticed, hoping the other doe would forgive her rudeness.
Once again, Northern Lights had just the right words for her. She smiled now, more genuinely than before as she no longer felt so tense. She didn't quite know what he meant exactly about the rain, but by the sound of it, it was surely a compliment. Standing more fluidly now, her head raised to a more conversation-appropriate, yet modest hight, her ears forward, and her eyes, though still wide, shone with more delight than fear. She'd picked her solid rock wisely. "I don't know." she said softly, "I still worry about her. She is so independent already, but I'm always afraid she'll get herself into trouble." She shifted shyly, thinking about how tough Oli believed herself to be, when she was still so young.
Sandy giggled as Coo flailed in surprise. "They're so cute! But I bet they taste terrible." She said scrunching her nose up at the thought of how slimy they looked. "Sorry about surprising you, I didn't realize you hadn't seen me." She smiled kindly at him from the bank, swishing her tail lightly behind her. She hadn't talked much to him before and heard he could be a little odd. She liked odd, though, those there the ones who had the most interesting perspectives on life. So far as Sandy could tell, it seemed Coo's perspective had a lot to do with little wriggling tadpoles. How was that not fun?
Devi returned Threonine's bow, though his was considerably stiff and uncomfortable as the muscles in his tired neck and shoulders protested the motion. "Hello, Threnine." He began, followed by a tired sigh. "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark lately. I wanted to be sure the danger would not pass before seeking you out." He paused, suddenly realizing he wasn't sure if the Prince even knew what fire was. Devi himself had only been told by the previous prime as a precaution, in case something like this ever happened. He couldn't remember if he'd shared the knowledge with Threonine or not. The black ram shifted off a sore foot, deciding carefully how to proceed. "Have I ever told you of smoke?" He asked warily, hoping the answer was yes. The last thing he needed was to risk panicking his second in command with new information like this, right when he was in such need of a guiding opinion.
fix'd~
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 13:44:47 GMT -5
Post by applejack on May 6, 2012 13:44:47 GMT -5
Jumping slightly Razzy turned towards the ram, a blush faintly colouring her cheeks at the rams proximity to herself. A faintly akward kind of half bow half nod followed and she sighed inwardly at her inability to be cool in the presence of charm. Replacing an awkward blush with a cocky smile Raz tipped her head side ways in a flirty manner and flicked an ear. 'well hello there Moss' flicking her short tail and shifting her hooves she smiled and nodded hello to both Doe and Blossom, holding back a snicker of her own as her Sharp ears picked up Doe's comment. 'I've just being enjoying a quick swim, its refreshing today' tilting her head again she flicked an ear and laughed softly, giving Moss somewhat of a playfully hurt look 'ah Moss you flatter me, it has been to long though' Glancing at the quiet doe stood with Northen Lights Razzy offered a small smile but sensed not to say anything. Raz was well accustomed to her friend Saturn's shy ways an forcing conversation was not going to help.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 13:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Toadfoal on May 6, 2012 13:55:37 GMT -5
Threonine was quiet for a moment, racking his brain in hopes that he would remember what the thing Devi spoke of was. The word sounded vaguely familiar, like a thing he might have encountered in a past life, or something that his ancestors had encountered... But not he. As he had spent a significant portion of his youth up in the coldest reaches of the mountains, smoke had never been a common threat. Or at least, he assumed it was a threat, of some sort. "Not in detail. But you are referring to the slow, dry clouds?" He replied, picking his words carefully and relying on instinct to make what he could best call an educated guess. He was beginning to feel self-conscious about his lack of knowledge of this 'smoke' thing, but there was nothing he could do. So he kept his eyes on Devi, hoping that a further explanation might spark his memory.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 15:39:30 GMT -5
Post by Tammanae on May 6, 2012 15:39:30 GMT -5
His gaze becoming slightly distant as it landed on the far off, angry cloud, Northern Lights quickly snapped back to the conversation as Native Dancer spoke, his ears perked up as he turned his head quickly to her, his mane falling untidily over his face. Shaking his head to remove the stray hairs, he almost forgot who he was talking to, until he heard the word 'trouble'. A look of worry crossed his face for a moment as he lay deep in thought. Not wishing to worry the already angsty doe, especially when she finally seemed to have grown more comfortable, he merely pushed the thoughts that had surfaced at her last word to the back of his mind, his tail giving a small twitch.
"I am sure you have taught her well enough to care for herself, and she knows she can always count on you if she ever does need the help," he said after a long silence, hoping these words were more comforting than his current thoughts, struggling slightly to keep focused as his mind began to wander as it normally did. While he knew Moss was very used to this, he knew other goennecs found it off putting and strange, something he didn't wish for Native Dancer to think of him.
"A swim? Ah, that must be why your pelt looks as glistening and radiant as it does," Moss stated, beaming down at her with his usual smile. As she continued speaking, Moss's face turned to one of mock insult, tilting his head quizzically. "Flatter? Why, no no, Razzy my dear... I speak only the truth, and in these such stressful times it is moments like these, moments of happy talk and being in the company of such a lovely ewe that one must cherish," he finished, dipping his head slightly.
It was at these words that Blossom suddenly realized why Moss seemed to be in such a good mood. It wasn't odd, after all, for the flirtatious stag to be so chatty, but he was being much more so than usual, giving his flattering comments to everyone he met, as though if determined to keep all in as high spirits as he could. Her mind quickly jumped back to Devi and how stressed out he looked, how the tension of the dark cloud had taken a toll on his body. Was it possible it was... no, it couldn't be. What were the odds of having something she had only witnessed around humans spread so in the safe haven that Devi's land offered? Turning to look at Doe, she simply stated, "Excuse me..." and headed off, determined to see if Devi or her young were somewhere nearby.
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RP v.2
May 6, 2012 19:47:08 GMT -5
Post by henna.clove on May 6, 2012 19:47:08 GMT -5
Coo stood still as he soaked in this doe's hyper-spoken words. She had so much energy, it seemed to be leaking from every pore. Taken aback by her words, he stammered a bit before answering. "I... I suppose they would taste rather foul. I enjoy wa... watching them grow." His darned stutter wasn't looking like it was going to go away, curse his case of nerves. "N-no no, it's my fault entirely. I was a bit caught up in watching the tadpoles. I should have been paying more attention."
"Oh!" Coo jerked his head up, mentally cursing himself for his lack of grace. "I'm so sorry, I'm C-Coo."
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RP v.2
May 7, 2012 5:52:14 GMT -5
Post by applejack on May 7, 2012 5:52:14 GMT -5
Razzy couldn't help a small glow warming her stomach as her pelt was complimented, in typical Razzy style the first sign of a kind word from a ram sent her all silly. A small giggle escaped her muzzle as Moss gazed at her with his insulted look, Raz smiled in reponse and shook her long mane out 'of course dear Moss, the company of good friends is always a gift in tense times like these' flicking her short tail with satisfaction, pleased to be chatting so easily rather than loosing her cool like usual. 'plus being around such a handsome ram is always a happy moment' she smiled sweetly, compliments weren't something she was great at giving so she hoped it wasn't out of line.
Tilting her head curiously as Blossom quietly walked away Razzy wondered what could be troubling the doe, she shot a quizzical look at Moss wondering if he had noticed but not yet sure enough of herself to say anything. Glancing again at the retreating figure she twitched an ear wonderingly before turning back to Moss with a smile. 'I didn't interupt anything by turning up when I did, did i?' She wondered.
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RP v.2
May 7, 2012 9:33:38 GMT -5
Post by kestral on May 7, 2012 9:33:38 GMT -5
Rafiki His thick black fur was ruffled as he gazed at the random groups of Goennecs that seemed to be gathered. He was bored, alone and could do with a decent conversation. He was lost, wasn't really sure what was happening. After all he avoided the herd most of the time, couldn't deal with large amounts of other beings and so usually settled himself somewhere where it was clear he was part of the group, but where he could also feel individualized when needed. He flicked his ears with a low sigh, this communication thing really wasn't easy.
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RP v.2
May 7, 2012 21:52:40 GMT -5
Post by kamaliah on May 7, 2012 21:52:40 GMT -5
Not wanting to argue with his compliment, Endie smiled shyly at him. She knew he was right, her kids had always been known to have confidence in her, even though they've long since left her side to become mothers and fathers themselves. "I suppose you're right." She said sincerely, and resolutely. Though she enjoyed having a rare chat wherein she didn't feel the want to pull into herself and disappear, the conversation was longer than she was used to and she was getting worn out. So, rather than continuing the conversation, she rooted around momentarily for a tasty patch of grass and began to nibble contentedly. She rocked side to side, sweeping the ground and picking only the nicest shoots of grass. She hoped he would understand the hint and just take a moment to bond with her. In her mind, she was already in his harem.
"Sandy" The little red doe replied. "Really, though, it was my fault. I'm not exactly sneaky so I don't think about not being heard. I should have said something before I was right up on ya." She grinned sheepishly with the apology. Feeling she should find a different topic of discussion, otherwise, they'd end up going in circles, she glanced around quickly. Seeing the dark cloud again, she immediately regretted it. Thinking quick, she figured she'd just go with the obvious. "Need any help getting out of there?" She asked with a slight cock of the head and flick of her ear.
Devi's worried eyes flickered with regret. He'd done a horrible job preparing for this. He should have sought out the Prince at the first sign of trouble and explained his worries then, rather than waiting until now. "Yes, those. The smoke is nasty stuff. Once it catches up to you, it will burn your nose and eyes. If you breath too much of it, it will choke you." He paused for a second. Hearing this out loud only made the weight of it worse. "But that's not what really worries me. The smoke is the result of a fire burning through the forest. This fire will burn our valley, destroying all our plant life, poison our water, and driving away all the other animals. And, by the look of the smoke cloud, this fire looks big. If the fire and smoke don't destroy us, starvation will." At this point, he was beginning to panic a bit himself. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he lost any of his herd for being so incompetent with how he's handled the crisis so far. "I was stupid to wait so long. We need to move, and soon."
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RP v.2
May 7, 2012 23:28:35 GMT -5
Post by Tammanae on May 7, 2012 23:28:35 GMT -5
Keeping his gaze on Razzy as she spoke, Moss kept his boyish smile on his face, paying attention to her, happily keeping her company, yet keeping a small, watchful eye on Doe. He knew the female would probably begin to grow quiet as he spoke more and more to this female, her social skills being quite harsh and practically non existent, although much better than how she had been when they had first met. The conversation was interrupted slightly, however, when Blossom excused herself and headed off, a look of worry creasing her young profile. Moss followed her with his own gaze as she walked away, wondering where she was going off to. As Razzy spoke again, Moss's face quickly swiveled towards her, an apologetic look in his eyes.
"I am sorry, Razzy, my dear... what was that you asked? I am afraid I was distracted for a moment," he stated in an embarrassed tone, hoping the female didn't feel ignored for his momentary lack of attention.
As Native Dancer began grazing close by, uttering no more words, a sense of relief washed over Northern Lights, his mind slipping more and more into its own little world, the angry cloud looming over the forest screaming out to him jeers and threats. Laying down gently where he had stood talking to Native Dancer, he flicked his tail in contempt, grateful for the quiet, comforting presence she offered, and even more grateful that he no longer ran the risk of seeming rude or strange to the shy doe. His eyes on the sky, he noticed how the regularly happy, white, fluffy clouds seemed to run in fear of this strange, ominous new one, rejecting it, taking their play elsewhere, dragging the melodious song birds away with them, as River Song had mentioned the day before. As he made sense of these strange occurrences, his eyes adopted a glazed look, his mind already drifting to the place where he could listen freely to the murmurs and whispers of the scenery that surrounded him.
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RP v.2
May 7, 2012 23:58:15 GMT -5
Post by kamaliah on May 7, 2012 23:58:15 GMT -5
An annoyed grunt, one of the very few sounds the bulky black Bear was known to make. He'd been watching the forest for some time now, but continuing to do so was useless. Instead, he took a quick check of general being. Not hungry, not thirsty, not really up to taking a jog, but he could feel that his instincts and hormones had already begun to give him that familiar restlessness that came with each siv. It was still early, at this point most males would be feeling a bit of an itch, but not much more. He couldn't seem to figure whether this was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, he might burn out early and fail to hold onto whatever females he gains. On the other, he might have a head start. Preferring to be optimistic, he decided he'd spend some time strutting his stuff, in the hopes of finding an interested doe. He puffed himself up and set off with a determined huff, head high, tail up, a look of intense focus on his face, and careful not to let his feet drag. As he went through the loosely packed crowd, he scanned for a potential addition to this years' harem. It wasn't long until he spotted River Song, not too far off. 'An excellent place to start', he told himself. Taking a short detour to a nearby bush, he plucked a sprig of it's brightly-colored delicate leaves that resembled long-petaled flowers. He wasn't very good at playing the 'pretty boy', so a pretty plant was his best way to show his interest. Resuming his strut, he made his way directly for her.
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RP v.2
May 8, 2012 0:32:10 GMT -5
Post by Tammanae on May 8, 2012 0:32:10 GMT -5
A white, spotted face turned towards the sky watched the strange cloud that seemed to have all other goennecs in an everlasting tense mood, bright orange eyes filled with more curiosity than fear, the doe's young age making her incapable of realizing that something was obviously wrong with the forest. River Song snorted, bored with the cloud now, her front paws giving a restless twitch as she kicked a small amount of dust into the air, already regretting not having taken up Sihir's invitation to go hunting with Ander. Lowering her head, the ewe took a few nips of grass, her usually tomboyish self when play fighting the younger soldiers kids completely lost in her movements now, an air of feminine grace surrounding her as she unconsciously strived to make herself look like a desirable female to the rams who might already be looking for potential harem does. Barely two years old, River Song was a rather early bloomer, wasting no time in having her mating instinct kick in. As she raised her head, chewing slowly on the grass she had just nipped, she noticed a strong, gentle looking ram heading her way, a delicate, long leafed sprig in his mouth as he strutted closer. Quickly swallowing the bite of grass she had just taken, she looked around, wondering if it really could be her who the quiet stag was heading for. There was little doubt in her mind this was the case, however, as he slowly reached her, making her stomach gain a small amount of nervous butterflies fluttering inside.
Young as she was, River Song had very little communication with the older soldiers of the herd, usually surrounded by those closer to her age or the mothers of those who were still too young to be completely detached from them. Stags, however, were a completely different subject, and other than Northern Lights, the peasant ram who seemed to delight in telling stories to the young of the herd, her experience with males was next to none. Pawing nervously at the ground, River Song gave a small twitch of her ear, greeting the ram that approached her.
"Hello there, Bare," she started, attempting to sound coy and confident, but getting tongue tied at the last second, partly wishing she had Sihir's confidence as she tried to cover up her mistake with a slight cough, her ears feeling rather hot in slight embarrassment.
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RP v.2
May 8, 2012 0:47:58 GMT -5
Post by kamaliah on May 8, 2012 0:47:58 GMT -5
Bear smiled softly at her slight fumble with words. It was devoid of any sort of mocking though, he was not one to make any sort of deal out af another's trouble with words. Stopping directly in front of the young doe, he bowed his head in greeting and offered her the leafy twig. Now came the tricky part. Trying to communicate his intention wordlessly, preferably to a positive end. He knew this was her first siv, perhaps that would make her more inclined to accept the offer.
herpderp, pardon the shortness~
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RP v.2
May 8, 2012 9:20:41 GMT -5
Post by applejack on May 8, 2012 9:20:41 GMT -5
Razzy: Razzy tossed her head as she noticed Moss's attention wondering slightly, the doe was slightly amused by this rather than annoyed. Following his gaze to Doe she smiled lightly, she had never spoken much to the other female but she was an interesting one. Seemingly quiet, Raz was curious about her but not quite bolshy enough to playfully initiate conversation with the pretty doe. 'Of course Moss' she turned her sweet smile back to him not at all offended, his slightly embarrassed tone was too cute and she help back a playful giggle, all this talk and attention was getting to her head a little, but she was enjoying it, her youth making her slightly silly. 'I was just asking if I had interrupted anything appearing as I did?' she shifted her weight, flicking her tail in an absent minded fashion 'if so I did not mean too' she dipped her head slightly. Fig: Padding in a lazy fashion across the soft grass in his usual unhurried style Fig had the air of someone who had never had to worry about anything in his life. A lazy smile played at the corners of his mouth and his ears twitched in the breeze, keeping track on any noise he heard in case it might be something interesting. Wondering where Razzy might be, or anyone else for that matter, he broke into a light trot. His daily wonderings alone across the planes had ceased to be of any enjoyment and instead with the worrying darkening of the sky had become more of a necessary exercise than anything, to keep him limber and fresh in case anyone asked to race him. Turning his head sideways he was sure he could hear the delicate tinkling of Razzy's laugh, possible but he wasn't sure. Titling his muzzle to the sky he gently sniffed the wind, sure he could smell both ram's and does nearby. Curiously he advanced forwards quietly, not much wanting to run across anyone but preferring the closeness of his herdmates to the uncertainty of being alone.F
Saturn: Long coat rustling in the wind the doe tripped lightly over the ground, her light frame weaving between trees as if they weren't there at all. Unblinking and on edge Saturn was running around for the fun of it, the quiet little doe preferred to keep clear of the little groups of goennecs gathered around and rather preferred her own company, or that of singular goeys. Skidding to a halt as she rounded a bend Saturn lowered her head curiously, there in front of her was a rather handsome black ram with bright purple markings. Taking a quiet step forward Saturn in an odd brave moment decided to say hello to this ram, she hadn't spoken to him before but he certainly seemed interesting. Clearing her throat she took another step forward 'he...hello' she managed with a shy smile. Flip: Flip gazed at the female, she looked vaguely worried and he didn't like anyone looking too upset, it made him worry himself. Treading lightly towards the doe he was sure was named Penny so not to startle her he cleared his throat gently 'Hello' he spoke in a soft melodious way, hoping she wouldn't be startled he smiled softly 'Penny isn't it? I hope I'm not disturbing you at all?' He bowed his head gently, his fur shimmering in the dim light.
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