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Buck Name: Terms of Endearment
Buck Personality: Terms of Endearment has had to navigate his way in the world very differently from most due to his deafness. Luckily, it has made him resilient and resourceful, and patient with others in the world around him. He sees in very different ways, and is happy to share his view when he finds someone who takes the time to communicate. He is curious, focused, always able to entertain himself with some venture or project.
Doe Name: Passions
Doe Personality: Passions is a doe who has always idolised love and romance, fed on tales of romance from many cultures- the acha’s grand tales are her favourite. She daydreams of romance and adventures of all kinds. She’s driven and forward once nerves that always seem to surface are fought, hasty and a little haphazard. Passions loves to tell her own stories, usually embellished tales of her own experiences.
Prompt:
They first ‘met’ from afar. Stolen glances at familiar patterns, shy attraction conveyed with batted eyelashes and faint blush. They were following different paths, but familiar ones, and continued on with their familiar companions. They would meet again within only days, however – along the same path, again from across a glade. The third time they saw each other, he was surprised to find that he was semi prepared.
He was toting a collection of flowers and herbs, and he thought of a way to convey his affections. He pulled a particularly lovely pink rose from his bundle. Briefly, he showed her the flower, earning a smile. He then nodded, and indicated where the flower would wait for her – in a hollowed-out trunk along his path. She observed, and committed it to memory. Later that evening, she found the flower, inhaling its sweet scent and dreaming of what could be.
That was how it began. They would exchange items for each other every so often – a shell, a leaf with sap drippings that reminded them of each other, a rock that swirled almost like a snail shell. It felt, over time, as if they were getting to know each other.
One day, she decided to wait for him, to see if she could catch him on a day when she had nothing else to do, hoping to finally close the distance between them. Finally, he appeared, and she gave a questioning nod across their familiar glade. He smiled, and responded with a nod of his own, finding a path to follow to her. She greeted him with the sweetest voice she could adopt – but he only tilted his head at her, and shook it. A soft smile was across his face as he indicated that he could not hear her. She didn’t understand. He tried to offer her a feather he’d found that matched her lovely red coat, but she could not get past his earlier message. He couldn’t hear her? He couldn’t speak? How were they supposed to communicate? Filled with confusion and frustration, feeling betrayed, she ran. This just wouldn’t work. The hopes and daydreams she had entertained were dashed – love could never break through such a barrier. He was heartbroken, but it was not the first time he had been rejected for being different. He went on with his life, but every so often he would return to the same glade, and wait – just in case.
She, in the meantime, searched for the love she believed would come to her if the Swamp let it, the love that would come as easily as a breeze when the timing was right. She found many suitors, but again and again she was left alone. Bucks were flighty, inconstant, or turned cruel upon more familiar acquaintance. Over another broken heart she sought solace in a friend who seemed to have everything she longed for – love, steady commitment and support, the promise of a future shared… When she shared her view and concerns, her friend gave a gentle laugh. They had not found love so easily, she explained – in fact, at first, they had clashed.v They constantly frustrated each other despite their mutual attraction. It took time, effort and commitment not just to wanting to be together but to understanding each other and navigating their differences.
They had to understand not just what each other was saying, but also their body language, expressions, feelings that they could not express in words. Learning to read intent and emotion behind actions rather than just spoken word.
Passions finally understood. She realized how wonderful the deaf buck had been, how calm, patient and sweet. They had communicated easily before, across a glade, with only their body language and actions. Why did she give up at the first hurdle?
Passion returned to their place, but Terms of Endearment was not there. At first dread hit her, had she truly missed her chance? She shook herself – no, she couldn’t have expected him to wait after what she had done, but she could wait. She would wait. He had come by often before – couldn’t he happen by again? Wouldn’t he? She waited.
By chance, she would not have to wait long. He traveled through the trees and slowed when he saw the glade ahead. He would pause, as he always did, but he expected nothing. He had to take a second glance when he saw her waiting – her, waiting! Cautiously, he inclined his head in question – and when she responded well, he made his way to her side. They shared a smile, and then an embrace, and they understood. They would do the work, bridge the distance between them, to be together.
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Araucana
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Buck Name: Terms of Endearment
Buck Personality: Terms of Endearment has had to navigate his way in the world very differently from most due to his deafness. Luckily, it has made him resilient and resourceful, and patient with others in the world around him. He sees in very different ways, and is happy to share his view when he finds someone who takes the time to communicate. He is curious, focused, always able to entertain himself with some venture or project.
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Doe Name: Passions
Doe Personality: Passions is a doe who has always idolised love and romance, fed on tales of romance from many cultures- the acha’s grand tales are her favourite. She daydreams of romance and adventures of all kinds. She’s driven and forward once nerves that always seem to surface are fought, hasty and a little haphazard. Passions loves to tell her own stories, usually embellished tales of her own experiences.
Prompt:
They first ‘met’ from afar. Stolen glances at familiar patterns, shy attraction conveyed with batted eyelashes and faint blush. They were following different paths, but familiar ones, and continued on with their familiar companions. They would meet again within only days, however – along the same path, again from across a glade. The third time they saw each other, he was surprised to find that he was semi prepared.
He was toting a collection of flowers and herbs, and he thought of a way to convey his affections. He pulled a particularly lovely pink rose from his bundle. Briefly, he showed her the flower, earning a smile. He then nodded, and indicated where the flower would wait for her – in a hollowed-out trunk along his path. She observed, and committed it to memory. Later that evening, she found the flower, inhaling its sweet scent and dreaming of what could be.
That was how it began. They would exchange items for each other every so often – a shell, a leaf with sap drippings that reminded them of each other, a rock that swirled almost like a snail shell. It felt, over time, as if they were getting to know each other.
One day, she decided to wait for him, to see if she could catch him on a day when she had nothing else to do, hoping to finally close the distance between them. Finally, he appeared, and she gave a questioning nod across their familiar glade. He smiled, and responded with a nod of his own, finding a path to follow to her. She greeted him with the sweetest voice she could adopt – but he only tilted his head at her, and shook it. A soft smile was across his face as he indicated that he could not hear her. She didn’t understand. He tried to offer her a feather he’d found that matched her lovely red coat, but she could not get past his earlier message. He couldn’t hear her? He couldn’t speak? How were they supposed to communicate? Filled with confusion and frustration, feeling betrayed, she ran. This just wouldn’t work. The hopes and daydreams she had entertained were dashed – love could never break through such a barrier. He was heartbroken, but it was not the first time he had been rejected for being different. He went on with his life, but every so often he would return to the same glade, and wait – just in case.
She, in the meantime, searched for the love she believed would come to her if the Swamp let it, the love that would come as easily as a breeze when the timing was right. She found many suitors, but again and again she was left alone. Bucks were flighty, inconstant, or turned cruel upon more familiar acquaintance. Over another broken heart she sought solace in a friend who seemed to have everything she longed for – love, steady commitment and support, the promise of a future shared… When she shared her view and concerns, her friend gave a gentle laugh. They had not found love so easily, she explained – in fact, at first, they had clashed.v They constantly frustrated each other despite their mutual attraction. It took time, effort and commitment not just to wanting to be together but to understanding each other and navigating their differences.
They had to understand not just what each other was saying, but also their body language, expressions, feelings that they could not express in words. Learning to read intent and emotion behind actions rather than just spoken word.
Passions finally understood. She realized how wonderful the deaf buck had been, how calm, patient and sweet. They had communicated easily before, across a glade, with only their body language and actions. Why did she give up at the first hurdle?
Passion returned to their place, but Terms of Endearment was not there. At first dread hit her, had she truly missed her chance? She shook herself – no, she couldn’t have expected him to wait after what she had done, but she could wait. She would wait. He had come by often before – couldn’t he happen by again? Wouldn’t he? She waited.
By chance, she would not have to wait long. He traveled through the trees and slowed when he saw the glade ahead. He would pause, as he always did, but he expected nothing. He had to take a second glance when he saw her waiting – her, waiting! Cautiously, he inclined his head in question – and when she responded well, he made his way to her side. They shared a smile, and then an embrace, and they understood. They would do the work, bridge the distance between them, to be together.
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