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Post by rhiannon on Dec 24, 2012 23:04:13 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2lwoww5.jpg]A slight breeze caressed the long grasses surrounding the quiet bayou. They bristled and brushed alongside each other, bending forwards and backwards to the rhythm of the wind. The once still and quiet body of water now lay wrinkled and worn. Ripples created from the fingers of the breeze were pulled left and right, back and forth, flexible to the wind's decisions. The sounds lay limited to the brushing of leaves and grass, and the normal songs and chants of the birds were washed out and quiet.
The cloud's forming in the sky appeared to be growling. They rolled over one another, changing their shades of gray and mimicking the appearance of a sandstorm. Soon, the once feather dusted and blue sky was covered in the shifting gray blankets. The wind made trails through the long grass, and it rocked the trees like old chairs. They groaned and creaked, their leaves rustling and brushing against one another. The quiet and still bayou began to move, and its waves lapped at the sandy and grassy shore.
Hooves began to pad towards the bayou. As they neared the water source, they began to sink into the soft earth more. The hoof prints grew increasingly sloppy as the soft sand and earth caved in once the hoof moved on. Mud and dirt clung to the feathers of the beast's feet along with his neck and stomach. He stumbled ever so slightly as he fought with each step to pull his feet out from the muck and remained balanced. The wind slithered along his body, pulling his fur in contorting directions. He felt the mud dry thick on his body, and he felt it crunch with each movement. Ronan shook his head in irritation as he approached the water.
He stopped at what appeared to be the shoreline, but the water managed to blend seamlessly into its surroundings. His feet began to sink as he felt the wet mud and water lap at his legs. Ronan stood there for a moment before he looked down at the troubled water. It shifted and blurred beneath him, curling to the wind's desires. His dark reflection was ripped and torn apart on the dark and gray waters. He dropped his neck and let himself drink for a few seconds, while remaining alert of his surroundings.
Ronan had not a clue of how he ended up here, or what here even was. The last thing he remembered was being chased by the very same hunters who killed his family. He remembered feeling ice cold fear pulse through his veins along with a spike of adrenaline. He had heard his heart racing in his ear while it managed to blend with the sound of his feet pounding the earth. He still heard the ringing in his ears as the bullets whizzed by him, bouncing off nearby trees or glancing by his body. Then, there was nothing, just a bright, odd light, and then he was here. In this land with no one chasing him. A long, but not deep, gash crossed his hind end, while another smaller one curved its way around his shoulder. But they already looked to be healing, like the hunter incident never happened.
Where am i?
OOC;
word count; 542
muse; pretty good!
other; is this template ok for reading?
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Post by andy on Dec 25, 2012 19:41:13 GMT -6
ooc; the template is absolutely lovely, I need to get one eventually.
the beast moved with precision and elegance, migrating through the foreign land with very little hint of caution. it was rare the ryker was frightened, and the only time he could ever remember being scared for his life was right before he'd woken up here, when the wolves had had him surrounded. near death he had been - - he couldn't deny it. and yet here he was, very much alive. he felt different though, strange in some form of the word. his body felt hot, fiery even, but he couldn't understand how or why. the stag moved on, amber eyes flicking this way and that - - looking for the water source his ears had detected. he'd almost passed it by until great satellite ears flicked just the right way and caught the sound of a fish flopping in the bayou and the distant squawking of the waterfowl. ryker had quickly adjusted his path and picked up a brisk trot in the direction of the bayou. he knew it to be so for it was not flowing as rapidly as a river ought to, and was not still enough to be a lake.
ryker pressed on, great head bobbing lightly with each movement of his great piston legs. not a smile or a simper lingered on his face as he trotted forth, arriving at the bayou’s edge. split hooves attempted in vain to hold his great girth level on the land, as the muddy terrain below him gave way and began to gnaw hungrily at his hooves. the water gave off a strange sound, and the russet beast quirked his brow, ears rotated forward in response to the sudden sound. a gruff grunt rasped from his throat, guttural and almost grotesque in nature. this was the buck’s way. his great head dipped downward as his muzzle descended into the liquid, lapping it up selfishly into his gullet.
it was then that eyes on the sides of his head came in handy, for out of the corner of one he noted the presence of another. a bassy note reverberated in his chest, the closest thing to a growl he could muster. it was a note of warning, permitting the being to exist, but not to come any closer. they were already too close - at several yards away - for ryker’s own comfort. the strange noise that had began when the water came up onto his hooves continued, a soft hissing and sizzling sound. he did not know from where it originated, but as it was not causing him any discomfort – he didn’t pay it much mind. and so the great beast kept to himself, unsure of what the stranger’s reaction would be to his presence. he could tell the other was also a stag of his own species, which was not unusual. had he too had a similar experience that had brought him here?
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Post by rhiannon on Dec 26, 2012 21:16:13 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2lwoww5.jpg]Ronan closed his eyes for a minute while drinking from the still water. It wasn't exactly ice cold, but Ronan wasn't complaining. He took the moment to relax and breathe. He had been wandering for a few days now, not sure of where he was, how he got here, or what this place was. He was lonely even if he didn't like to admit it, and the only interaction he had since he arrived was with a small rabbit who had happened to run across his path.
His moment of peace was interrupted when he heard a brushing noise and then the sound of something gently hitting the water and mud surrounding the bayou. Ronan jerked his head up while his ears darted forwards towards the mysterious being, and he quietly took in the presence of the other deer. He looked to be of the same species as Ronan! He felt a sudden wave of hope and relief wash over him. Did he come here like me? Does he know what's going on? Desperate thoughts and questions begging for answers whispered to his ears as he stared at the other beast.
Ronan let himself relax to show the other deer he was of no harm. He noted the red stag's noise of warning, so he remained rooted to his spot by the bayou waters. He tried to look friendly, but it wasn't a strong trait of Ronan's, so he ended up looking rather lopsided and awkward.
"I'm Ronan," he said, not sure of what to say or how an interaction in such an odd circumstance is supposed to work.
OOC;
word count; 269
muse;
other; i'd be happy to make you one if you want 
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Post by andy on Dec 27, 2012 18:14:31 GMT -6
ooc; that would be lovely!
He wasn't certain what the other stag's response would be. Ryker supposed there weren't too many options, though. He could either turn and leave, ignoring Ryker altogether. This would be the most preferred option. He could also linger, and still ignore Ryker. That one wouldn't be too bad. He could address Ryker, which would not be preferred, and lastly, he could come closer and address Ryker, which would be the worst case scenario. Fortunately, that one did not occur, for as the male took note of Ryker's presence, the rusty being stayed put, but did swing his pendulum head and gaze in Ryker's direction.
Ryker snorted and dipped his muzzle back to the water, taking long draughts from it's surface. Speech came, and Ryker's ears flickered toward the other, head raising to full height. He wasn't thrilled with being spoken to, but perhaps there was still a chance at saving his solitude if he could convey to the other male that he wasn't interested in small talk.
"Ryker."
One word, it was all that was necessary. No 'how's the weather', or anything of that sort. That wasn't his style. A sigh left his lips as he stood there, motionless, staring blankly at the stag before him and wondering why it felt like the temperature in his body was steadily rising.
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