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Post by terror ? ! on Dec 29, 2012 1:20:01 GMT -6
The night was cool, the earth damp from a light rain that had been falling earlier in the day. All around him, the forest was hushed, in a deep slumber that could not be disturbed. Normally, the large red deer would be asleep as well but tonight he'd found himself to be rather restless, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Not wanting to become groggy and irritable, Pine had decided that instead of trying to sleep, he would go for a walk instead. Perhaps that would help him calm his nerves down a bit. He knew the dangers of walking around alone at night, he'd nearly escaped death none too long ago, but he was hoping that tonight would be uneventful and that the few predators that he'd heard lurked around here would not come to stalk him. With any luck they were asleep or, at the very least, at the other side of the forest, far away from him.
Shivering in the frosty atmosphere of midnight, Pine shook his head, his antlers heavy 'pon his skull, and suppressed a yawn. It was very peaceful here in the forest. He'd only been here for a few days, not even a week, but already he liked it better here than the old forest he had come from. It was so peaceful and serene, magical, almost. He wondered if, perhaps, magic could actually exist in this place? It would surly explain the serene feeling that lingered everywhere here, wrapping around him like a warm blanket or, perhaps, a lover.
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Post by andy on Dec 29, 2012 13:42:15 GMT -6
a light layer of sweat coated his brow and back, not enough to be visible, but enough that he could feel it on his frame. it was normal for him, since entering this forest. he was sure that it was because this land was much warmer than what he was used to. yes, that had to be it, although he did feel strange other than the intensified heat. ryker snorted, followed by a guttural grunt. his brow furrowed as a bout of cool air twisted and writhed against his side. why was the air around him so cool, but he felt so hot? it was as if he were running a perpetual fever. he sauntered forth, head lifted high, ears swiveling with each sound that echoed toward him. smaller creatures shuffled about in the treetops, but no sounds of predators could be heard. in fact, he didn't hear any larger sounds besides the squirrels. doing his best to ignore his fever, ryker stooped to lap from a small pool of water that had collected when the bayou had overflowed.
he moved on, having drained the tiny pool of it's resources. staggering forward on the uneven ground, the behemoth stag descended his head once more and took in more water. his thirst was also perpetual, something he attributed to his never-ending fever. however, being this near to water made him nervous, as he was incredibly wary of any liquid substance now that he had come here. ryker heaved a sigh, things were changing too fast for him, and he had no way of explaining it on his own. nostrils flared, bringing forth the musk of a male creature - of what species he was unsure.
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Post by terror ? ! on Jan 4, 2013 14:01:35 GMT -6
Crickets were chirping around himself, falling silent any time his pillars carried him too close to them only to send their songs back into the atmosphere the moment he wandered away. The large red deer smiled, his large, heavy cranium lowering toward the earth to lazily lip and graze at the emerald blades of grass beneath him as he walked, snorting softly as the blades tickled his nares, the dew drops leaving his maw damp. He shivered from the cool sensation, sighing softly, enjoying this moment of peace, before lifting his head in sudden awareness that he was no longer alone. His body tensed, onyx eyes scanning the terrain around him as he blinked steadily, his legs making his bodice come to a pause along the path he'd been walking along.
Carefully, he took in a deep, cautious breath. There was the scent of another, a male, he could tell by the scent, but would it be friend or foe? Taking a few dainty steps forward, ears twitching, the stag inhaled again and deciphered that it must be another deer, or some other herbivore, for it did not have the haunting scent of a predator. Relaxing slightly, but only slightly, the five hundred pound behemoth of a deer snorted and walked forward, curious but wary, knowing that it was still possible for a deer to become violent and angry at his approach.
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Post by andy on Jan 5, 2013 21:14:11 GMT -6
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As he stepped near the water, a bit of it splashed into the indentation where his hoof was resting. A soft sizzling sound resulted and Ryker lifted his hoof in alarm before putting it back down, bringing the sound back to fruition. The stag snorted as he stepped sideways slightly, avoiding the strange sensation. As per usual, the man ignored it, ears now sashaying to the side to pick up on the movements of the strange stag. He had determined it was a stag given the testosterone in the air and the breathy snort that the male had given off.
The other came into view finally, just as Ryker was taking his last draught of water. The beast swung his head to the side, sending an apathetic glare at the stranger. Another red stag. Ryker gave a snort and stepped back from the water's edge, craning downward to nibble at the fertile grass. He wasn't one to start a conversation, though his eyes did rove over the other creature with mild curiosity. A few tiny beads of sweat rolled down his head and onto his nose, as he lifted his cranium in protest, gazing once more at the stranger. Were there not any does here? This was the second red stag he'd met.
Birds flew overhead, casting small darting shadows over his frame. Eyes craned upward to watch them go by, wishing that somehow he could join them in the skies and manage to get back to where he'd come from. This place was strange. The creatures here were different, unique, and altogether perplexing. Ryker wanted more than anything for things to be back to normal.
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Post by terror ? ! on Jan 8, 2013 16:51:29 GMT -6
The reaction to his approach was expected but not appreciated. Pine had done nothing to encourage such a greeting, in fact, he could have come charging, demanding that this stranger leave "his lands" without an explanation. He could have attacked while the other stag, who looked to be running a fever, had his head down, almost helpless. It would not have taken much effort to impale the other deer's chest or barrel - but Pine did not want it to come to that. Pine had never been much for fighting, unless it was something he had to do in self-defense or to defend others. His father had shown him a few self-defense moves though the Red Deer had learned most of his tricks and skills from dueling with friends.
The massive beast let out a huff of breath, his head lifting to make his already impressive height seem even more startling. A brow arched, black eyes blinking dully in response to the glare. "Are you alright?" he grunted, feeling it was best to see if the fellow was feeling well. He looked ill.
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Post by andy on Jan 8, 2013 17:52:04 GMT -6
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The man continued to watch the birds as they soared over, still wishing he could join them. The stranger spoke up, asking if he was alright. Ryker's eyes rolled down to glare at him again, although this time it was a bit less sinister than the first time. Ryker paused, not quite prepared to answer the question. Was he alright? He had no earthly clue. He was in a strange forest, with a strange male, facing a strange and perpetual feverous sensation. A sigh dripped from his lips.
"I'm fine, it's just abnormally hot here, isn't it?" He was putting himself on the line here. Ryker had had a sneaky suspicion that he was the only one facing the heat, but now would be the time when he'd find out for sure if he was feverish, or if it was indeed rather hot in this forest. He only hoped for his sake that it was the forest, and not something gone wrong with him.
He tilted his head down, buying himself time as he nibbled restlessly at the grass. He wasn't used to confrontation, even the friendly kind. Ryker wasn't a sociable fellow, had never been one since his birth. Even now he felt awkward and just a bit irritated with the presence of another.
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Post by terror ? ! on Jan 23, 2013 18:52:32 GMT -6
What a peculiar situation he had gotten himself into. Pine was well aware that most males, at least of the deer species, did not enjoy being around other males - though he had gotten along quite nicely with a fair amount of them back home - but the glares were not wanted or needed. A simple, polite "I don't wish to speak with you" would have worked much better. Honestly, what was this fellow's problem? Then again, it did seem as if he were suffering from a fever... Pine would give him a chance. Ears twitching as he caught the soft sign of the other buck, the large behemoth blinked and curiously arched a brow.
"I'm fine, it's just abnormally hot here, isn't it?" The question caught him off guard and Pine found himself releasing an amused snort as he observed the forest around them. His own pelt was sleek, not a single drop of sweat upon it though there was a light sheen from dew drops and leftover rain drops from wandering through the forest. "I'm afraid I don't agree with you, Sir," he responded, turning his gaze back upon the male, "I'm Pine, by the way." He offered his name without pestering the other hellion for his own calling - it didn't seem like he wished to speak much, anyway.
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