in the sea of grass {open}

The passing rains did not bother her; such was common, during the wet seasons in the hills and mountains. Large, round ears flicked idly as the drops hit them; face pushing through the thick foliage of the forest, dark eyes greeted with a most beautiful sight; meadows - lush, green, wet meadows with the most wonderful scents and colours.

A soft sigh escaped her small maw, and she stepped forward, smal hoofs sinking into the softer grounds that went unprotected from the forest foliage, and her small body was soon to emerge with her. Small, a gentle grey-brown that faded to a lighter colour as it reached her belly; white spots coating her belly and spotting along the brown.

Black snout went to press to the grasses, and mouth opened to snag a few grass shoots, and pull them into haw maw with her pink tongue. Sweet, crispy, and fresh with the wet rains that seemed to be ceasing their fall, now. Large eyes blinked softly as she picked her head up, and softly chewed, looking around for any sort of life. Well, besides the strange birds and insects that she had encountered upon her awakening here.

She didn't even know where she was. She'd simply decided to take a rest after teaching the fawns how to properly pit themselves against a brutal male, and had sent them off to another doe to learn the tricks of sniffing out good food, especially during the winter seasons. Under a lush olive tree she had lain, and this stange place she had woken, drips of rain coming down from the tall trees rudely waking her from her brief slumber.

Aella had been wondering for quite some time, simply looking about this strange place, trying to figure out where she was and how she ended up there. And if there as anyone else besides herself that dwelled in this strange region. Rainbow rabbits and bugs that were not their original colours. She scowled at the thought, but was intruigued at the same time.

A gentle snort flew from her snout, and her stubby tail flicked, the piebald turning her head down once more to snag the delicious vegetation - only to stop halfway as eyes caught sight of a most particular creature. Taller than herself, a bit slender, and a gentle ginger colour. Just a couple meters away, and also contently muching upon the grasses.

Instantly, a scowl formed on Aella's maw. Horns - large, hulking horns, meant for battle and defense. Yet, when she took in a breath of air, there was a lack of the usual heavy musk that lingered on most males. An ear twitched, and her head cocked to the side. There was also no visible parts she could see that would indicate that a male was what she was looking at.

The doe could feel herself perk up slightly. Another..female? In this desolate place? So she was not alone. Her throat cleared softly as she swallowed the bit of shoots in her mouth, and dared to take a few paces forward, before stopping and letting out a loud, deep bark. An alert system among her kin, but also an attention getter. Not many deer could bark like wild dogs, after all.

"You there - tall one...Are you male, or female?"

Aella grew slightly irritated. Such silence was not needed - was this creature so timid as to not even be able to answer a simple question? Was it male, or was it female? Simple, nothing to think about at all. But..It did give the small piebald a moment to look over this figure. A bit larger than herself, that large rack of antlers counting for most of that height difference. Such a delicately coloured pelt, too - where was this one from?

Aella was no idiot - of course she'd heard of the other species, even dealt with a few males that thought they could cross into their territory and attempt to claim it from the Amazons. Those were quickly disposed of. This one, however, seemed different - and when her question was finally answered, the doe's posture seemed to soften greatly, and a small smile quirked up the ends of her lips.

Such a light, airy tone to her voice, compared to herself. Delicate, but demanding. It was a nice change, compared to hearing her own voice, for the most part, and the other voices of the does. They sounded rather similar, voices delicate but booming when they desired. It was quite a pleasant sound indeed.

"Ah...I apologize for not noticing earlier..I'm...Not use to seeing females with such large antlers.." She would admit with a gentle chuckle, allowing her posture to completely relax, now, and the piebald dared to step closer to this new female, rather uncaring for the antlers, impressive as they were. They posed no threat to her - though, she could imagine what such defense would do to an intruding male. She snickered at the thought, before looking around again.

"Are you alone? Is there no one else with you?" She would then question, before looking back to the light female. Eyes narrowed softly at the thought; there had better not be a male with her. She would do nothing but pity the poor girl - allowing herself to submit to such tyranny - bah!

"I am Aella, by the way...Amazonian warrior of the northern hills." The piebald would suddenly announce, giving a courteous dip of her head, and a gentle smile. "Who might you be?"

It was...Amusing, to see another doe act so timid towards herself. Aella was use to her herd, and the lack of social awkwardness between them. This female, however, was full of it, and Aella used up most of her will to keep from chuckling at that fact. Poor girl - there was no need to be so stiff around her; the piebald wasn't going to hurt her. It was more likely that those horns would stab at her, and on accident, at that.

Large eyes blinked, and Aella could see that tenseness in the larger doe fade slightly - not completely, but enough for the piebald to trust that she wouldn't simply be frightened off if she took another step forward.

Nose flared, taking in the strange scent that mingled around this doe; light and earthy, and not at all musky as she had suspected when she was further back. Her saying that she was alone was indeed true - Aella couldn't smell anything on the other doe. It satisfied her, knowing this.

And when a name was presented to the figure that stood before her, Aella perked slightly, head giving a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"Bhyrrmakn...Such a strange title.." Aella would grunt, before she would shift, and go to circle around the larger female, eyes inspecting her figure and pose.

What a strange title indeed...Where did this one hail - from the northernmost reaches of the lands? Such bulk she had, and those antlers must have been used for something, yet she did not seem fit to fight. And her timid nature surely would not allow it to be so, right? She pondered this with a hum, before circling back around to the front of Ivershi.

"Tell me, Ivershi...Where is it that you have hailed? Such large antlers..Do all females of your kind have them?" Perhaps that question was meaningless, now - asking of where she hailed. It didn't matter, now - what mattered was where they both were now. And if there were any others about..Or if they could even escape here, and go home.

Bright moutain snow, eh? Interesting. She wondered, were they truly the colour of the snow? This Ivershi seemed far from that; she reminded Aella of the human pots and artifacts they often came across. Bronze, it was called. She was a light bronze, a pinkish orange. Certainly not the colour of any snow she had seen, least it be stained with the blood of a stag that got too close.

The small piebald said nothing as the taller doe spoke, and her head nodded softly at her words. She was from the far nothern regions - tundras, they were called, if she could remember correctly. She remembered the elder speaking of such a place, for she had traveled far and wide before settling in what they now called their territory.

Ears twisted forward as the doe went on to speak about her rack, and Aella seemed rather amused with such information; a certain sparkle igniting in her dark eyes, and a small smile upon her furry lips.

"Fascinating.." She would end up murmuring softly. So only a select few grew antlers..They were chosen to have these things. Why, if only such a thing were possible among the females of her clan! They'd have a great advantage over the stags, then - not that they didn't already. It would only prove their superiority over them even more than it already was. The thought made the doe almost giddy, before the question came up.

"We are called roe, but we prefer Amazon, to honor our god, and previous mothers." She would state simply with a soft sigh. Caribou, reindeer...Aella had never heard of such, nor seen any up until this very point. What mighty warriors they would make; large, bulky - though Ivershi was rather thin looking - and with both sexes containing horns? Why, battle would be glorious!

"We Amazons are strictly female ruled, and we are all borne into a warrior's status..Males take no part in our society - only to produce more females." Aella would state, figuring it to be fair to do so, given how much information Ivershi had already given herself. "Do your..herds practice the same?"

[just pointing out to perhaps some lurkers out there that this thread IS open! :3 feel free to jump in with aella and ivershi, if you wish!]

Aella damn near scowled, when Ivershi answered her question. A shame! A god damned shame...Equal or no, coping with bulls in her herd, even having them on some sort of, what, council? Bah! This poor girl! Forced to submit to such disgusting tyranny! Aella pitied her, now. Perhaps it was good that she was cast ot this strange place - away from such a twisted way of life!

Her snout scrunched in distaste, and instead Aella took her eyes from Ivershi, adn looked around instead, wondering a little ways from the female in order to bend her neck down, and snag a few shoots into her maw. She gave them an idle chew, the dew from the rain wetting her mouth in a comfortable manner. Her head picked up again, and she looked back to the caribou.

"A damn shame, that you've had to grow up with that...You would have made an excellent warrior, among the Amazons." She cooed softly with a grunt, turning back to look around at their surroundings. A shame indeed...This female was soft, and had grown use to working with males all her life, instead of just during the mating seasons. Even then they played just a small role.

Ah well. Things were different in different regions, religions. She could not blame this poor sod for being unfortunate enough into being borne into a society that did not reflect her own. Though, perhaps she could show this girl a thing or two about what it was like to be overpowering towards their male counterparts? Those antlers would prove her handy, should she be in some sudden danger. Did she know how to fight against predators, other stags? ...Question was, were there even any such things, in these strange forests? Aella had not seen nor smelled any, since her own strange arrival.

"..Tell me...Do you know where we are?" She would ask, then, ears flicking softly as she turned back to face Ivershi once more. "I mean...How did you get here? I...I just..woke in this strange forest...I curled up under an olive tree for a short nap after training the fawn and...Woke up here."

Aella seemed to perk once more, with Iverhi's voice speaking up as softly as it did, speaking of a similar encounter with herself and this strange place. Though a frown settled on her maw once more; lost, then. They were both lost, left to roam these lands in hopes that they wouldn't be eaten by potential predators, or chased off.

Well, if there were even any predators to try to eat them, or others to bother wasting their energy chasing them off - or, at least, the little whirlwind herself. Aella was bound to be a terror to these lands; if she were to stay stuck here, she would no doubt try to establish her own territory. Try to keep her culture alive, even in this strange place. Perhaps there were other does about, that would wish to join her, and become Amazonian themselves.

This, she knew not, but it would have been a delightful thought to keep, for now.

"Hmm..Then that makes two of us.." She would murmur softly, before her tail flickered softly behind her. Hooves dug into the soft ground, then, and a rough grunt flew out of her nose, before she kneaded at the moist ground. Standing about was making her antsy, and irritated. Being so idle, for so long, even in the company of another! Aella did not wish to leave this female, but she would not stand about like some sort of drone, open for all to see her and possibly attack.

"Tell me, Ivershi. Would you like to go for a stroll?" Aella would turn her head back towards the taller caribou, then, and a brow arched on her forehead. Exploring was ideal, at this point; perhaps she would run into others, and maybe she would be able to claim a chunk of land for her own - not to mention find out where in the hell she even was.

And why such...strange animals seemed to flourish here - even now, she could spot the most oddly coloured squirrel, more near the edge of the forest, just beyond where Ivershi was standing. A bright purple, with a pink stomach and blue eyes. And it had..what, little horns? Dark eyes narrowed in response, and she just growled softly and turned back to the other female.

"I know not of you, but standing out in the open for so long makes me wary...Makes my nose twitch." The piebald would mention, shifting on her hoofs. She just wanted to sprint about, stretch her muscles, get her blood flowing. A good spar would do her wonders, now, as well. But she would not challenge the caribou.