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Speed - 38
Dexterity - 37
Intelligence - 37
Charisma - 37

Rolling with: Speed
Points: 11

Word count: 818

Holding his breath as he watched the doe round the corner and comes face to face with the flower he revived for her. By her expression he could see that he had at the very less made her smile at his efforts to charm her. "For you." he said with a nod towards the flower to indicate he had done it all for her. He was not sure what else to say, being a noul of few words that was just not his strong suite when is came to wooing a doe. His actions would have to speak for him going forward, he could see that now. "Ya that's right we are a Buck of action." His muse nodded with a prideful stance.

Some how the flower idea had worked. The doe seemed to love the flower but her attention was soon taken away by a few of the other suiters. How the heck was he to top that and keep the attention of this doe for longer then a couple of seconds. He could not just do the same thing again though the thought did cross his mind. "That's lame dude. Think of something else." He muse always so quick to scold him chimed in. It was true though doing the same thing might work on some does but this one was easily distracted and hard to please. Ok maybe not hard to please but hard to attract.

With a sigh Dryxel looked around the clearing trying to think of something a buck could do that would be amazing enough to get her attention again. He really loved it when she looked at him. Her gaze had a way of making a buck feel like they were the only buck in all of the Homewood and with this many suiters around that was saying something. "What to do? What to do?" he thinks while still looking around.

As he sits there his tummy grumbles and then a idea comes to him. In the Ruins once he had been searching through a building filled with rows and rows of books. In one section he had been wondering through there was book full of images and bright colors. One book had fallen open at some point and lay on the ground. On one side of the book there was an image of two small Others. One was a little boy covered in dirt and the other was a little girl all clean and shine with a jeweled crown. The little boy was giving the little girl the reddest of red strawberries form the patch they sat in. It was so beautiful and innocent that it still to this day stuck out in his mind. That was what he was going to try next and there was sure to be a strawberry patch in this meadow some where his just need to find it.

Walking all around the meadow his nose to the ground, Dryxel sniffed and pushed around flowers and grass in search of a patch. It took longer then he had though but he finally found a strawberry patch in the shade. It was perfect and just the right time for picking too. The birds had not sported this patch so there was still lots of bright red strawberries to pick form. But he had to be selective and did not want to pick just any strawberry. "It needs to big and rube red and plump and sweet." He thought as he gently moved the leaves of the patch all around to find just the right one for the doe of his dreams.

Finally he spot just the right berry. "Yes you are perfect." he voices to the berry. Carefully he picks the most beautiful berry to take to the beautiful doe. He hoped she would like it. Happily he skips a over to where the suiters have all gathered to impress her even more. As he makes his way through the group his heart starts to race. "What if she does not like strawberries?" he questions but it is to late to second guess he diction because he is standing in front of her now with the most perfect berry in hanging form his mouth.

Taking a breath in he lays the bright red berry before her. "I found the most beautiful berry in the patch for you." he says with a small bow. The implication that she was the most beautiful noul in the meadow was clear on his face and in his words even though had not said the words. As he waits for her to turn towards him time slips on and she does not even look at him. He had fail yet again to get her attention. "Man is doe is hard to please." His muse stomps his hoof. But the more she ignorers him the more he wants to gain her attention.

Speed - 50
Dexterity - 50
Intelligence - 51
Charisma - 51

Rolling with: Speed
Points: 7

Word count: 239

Tsarine grew accustomed to his dance that it took him a brief moment to realize her game of speed was in full motion. Pulling himself out of his thoughts his rebound after her wasn't the more graceful. Stumbling a little he groaned then snorted seeking closure for falling so far behind. Twisting his body he set off in a full gallop knowing he wasn't going to ace this test of hers. Still, one he had better footing he could show her he wasn't just a pushover. Tsarine's quick visual lead him to believe her movements were being suspicious. Straight shot, huh? He wasn't impressed to say the least. It seemed this doe was just out to prove all the ones chasing her were indeed incoherent to learn she had the one up over all of them.

Tsarine had other plans to catch up using a smoother stride.

Knowing he'd lost the contest didn't give him a sour side, he just decided to do his own thing . While slowing down his all out chase he danced his way across the field being left behind. Perhaps, it was the music playing or just the spring that bounced within his steps. As the others pulled away he opted to sway his head and tail just being a huge peacock showing off his feathers so to speak. Even if he'd lost this battle he still felt like himself leaving the others behind.

Speed - 40
Dexterity - 40
Intelligence - 40
Charisma - 40

Rolling with: Speed
Points: 5

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Speed - 38
Dexterity - 37
Intelligence - 37
Charisma - 37

Rolling with: Speed
Points: 16

Word count: 1026

Breathing hard and feeling defeated, Dryxel had spent the time running around with the group trying to come up with a plan to woo this doe. Sure he had kept up pace with the doe has she ran and the suiters ran but after her not even seeing his strawberry he was a little hurt and even more worried. This was just not going the way he had hoped for it to go.

After a good run they came to a stop all of the suiters catching their breath. The does smiling at them. "What will she come up with next." His muse wondered. He still had hope of winning her attention and affection. This fired Dryxel back up, he was going to at the very least catch her eye again. Even if he did not winner her heart in the end he was going to get this doe to notice him.

"One look is all I need form her. Then I will know it at less is not me and more about her." He reasoned this in his head. Honestly is was the only way he was going to keep it together. "After all this is said and done we are going to need an older and wiser noul to help our mind out." He added to himself whole rolling his eyes. " If you keep talking to yourself we might need more then that." His muse chuckled at him. "Oh stop it. Ever noul talks to themselves." He argued. "Yes but do they argue with themselves is the really question." His muse was now rolling around in his mind with laughter. This doe was really doing a number on him.

Shacking his muse way form the forefront of his mind he changed his focus back to how he was going to win this doe over. He would have to be extra amazing in this next task she gave them or think of a great recovery. He could tell by the light of the day that the sun would be heading down soon and then this little meadow game would be all over and who knew if he would even see her again.

Trying to let go of all the past failures, except that one time he had manage to get her attention with his flower, Dryxel tried to think of the here and now. "Think positive. Think positive." He repeated under his breath no louder then a whisper. "Ya cause that would be mega embarrassing if one of these other suiters hears you." His muse sprung back up still belly roll laughing at him.

Hearing the doe wanted to run again gave Dryxel some hope for catching her attention. He could do this running was no problem. Though all this running sure did remind him of Tempest. Strange that he would be thinking of her when trying to woo another doe. Shacking the image of her from his mind he got ready to run again.

The doe took off like lighting in a thunder storm. She sure was faster then the average noulicorn. Planting his hoofs setting them to run he took two steps forward into the run. Form out of the grown right in front of him burst out to turtle doves which knocked him right of balance. The momentum and force he had had in forward motion sent him flying in the air and rolling to in the ditch. Somehow he had managed to avoid hurting the birds but his pride was more then damage at this point. This just was not him at all.

As he came to a stop in a laid down position he watched his chances of getting the does attention running away with the other suiters. "What the heck buck?" His muse glared at him and had steam coming out his nose. Not really but that is how Dryxel imagined his muse right now and heck he could not blame him. Standing up, Dryxel walked back over to where the doves had landed after being scared into flight. "Are you two ok?" He asked them while looking the over them for injures. They just stairs at him with black expressions clearly not understanding him but also not in an kind of distress. "They are find. Now can you pleaseeee go catch that doe before it's to late." His muse weirdly searched the meadow for her.

Looking around he spots the group of nouls. The beautiful doe at the center of the group is smiling and laughing at the other nouls that still had her attention. "What to do?" He says under his breath trying to come up with something new and attention getting. "Ummmm..." And then it hits him. In that moment he knew what he had to do to, at the very least let her know his was true and genuine in his pursuit for her attention.

Running over to catch up with the group, he knew this was going to be one of the hardest things he very did, apart form losing his papa. Getting in front of the beautiful doe he bowed his head low. The group watching his every move adding to the pressure of what he was about to do. Taking three or four deep breaths in he cleared his throat and looked up at the doe with bowed head. "Dear sweet doe if you would but give me a chance I will be a wonderful companion and friend. I will be a great father to any young we might have and wish for nothing more then to have a big and wonderful family. All I ask is for a chance to provide that I am above the rest."

His muse stood with his mouth dropped open in complete shock. He closed his eye and waited. He had just laid it all on the line now all he could do was wait and see what might happen. Would she pick him or would it be another? As the seconds ticked by, Dryxel waited totally still, hoping to hear her sweet voice say the words that would completely redeem him form the days even.

Speed - 45
Dexterity - 45
Intelligence - 45
Charisma - 51

Rolling with: Charisma
Points: 16

Word count: 868

Ha! I knew it! She had tricked us. Small sprint from here to there in a straight line. Pfttbltlblt....She now wants to run again!" he muttered hoping none of the other suitors could hear him.

Running was not an issue, his stamina was strong. He believed himself to be a fast, strong, and capable runner but to be honest this felt like a foal's game than trying to woo a beautiful doe.

He sighed, tilted his head back and forth, and shook out his mane. He felt jittery like he was on edge and he did not like that feeling one bit. Something about this doe attracted him but also repulsed him at the same time. At the beginning of this little "wooing adventure" he felt sure about himself. Now with several other suitors proving themselves worthy he felt like his attentions were for naught.

This always happened to him. He set his sights on a specific doe and he did his best to impress her and nothing. Another buck swept her off her hooves. He strutted, he danced, he brought gifts such as flowers, he was adept in many topics of conversations, and most of all he was handsome. It seemed that each doe he encountered found fault with him for something. This doe seemed to be the same, no matter how hard he tried he was on the losing end as usual.

Throughout this adventure he noticed two others who stood out even to him. He had a feeling one of those would end up wooing her. Somehow, even with their failures they kept strong and showcased themselves in such a way that the doe noticed.

He began to wonder just what they had he did not. The physical differences were obvious. The coloring, patterns, and such as well as gender. The intellectual differences were noticeable too but in his mind he was the most intelligent one in this little game of hers. He could out-think anyone, he was quick on his hooves so to speak.

His mind was still turning over when he took off like a bolt of lightning. He started off late so he had to catch up quickly. He took notice of those ahead of him. He had sized up a few of his opponents early on in the "adventure' but one buck stood out to him. He had yet to fully figure him out, no matter what was thrown his way he kept going. He did not let anything get him down nor did he allow anything to stop him from wooing the beautiful doe.

His determination came back full force, he was not going down without a fight. He knew he was the one for that doe and he was not going to let anyone get in his way! He played this game fair, he did not try anything under-handed to get the upper hoof. He wanted to win on his own ability not on trickery. The doe deserved that much respect as did his competitors. They were here for the same reason as him, to win the adoration of the doe.

He envisioned her standing still awaiting his arrival with a smile on her face. Serene and graceful she will look to all who are there to witness his truimph. The sunlight casting a glow behind her that made her seem untouchable as if she was a goddess who came to be with those who worship her.

His breath began to come in shorter bursts, steam coming out of his nostrils as he ran with everything he had. His legs felt strong, his hooves pounded over the hard, damp clay making a noise as he ran. His tail moved in the breeze as did his mane. His eyes were focused on the direction in which she ran knowing she lay just beyond his line of sight awaiting him.

He heard the sound of hooves and realized he had a few suitors on his tail. He put on speed and tried to leave them behind as he gained distance. He felt it in his very bones she was near. How near was the question and he desperately wanted a answer. He was getting tired of playing these games and he wanted to speak from his heart to her. He kept going over it in his mind as he ran what he wanted to say to her. How he wanted to approach her, his posture and the tone of his voice as he spoke.

His thoughts consumed him he did not pay attention and ran past her. It took him a few precious moments to realize it though. He came to a screeching halt, took a deep breath, and trotted over to her as if he had all the time in the world.

Looking her in the eyes, he said the first thing that popped into his head. "I guess you thought I was not paying attention! Well,I was....uhhh.... I mean I saw you but needed a moment to stop. he shook his head in embarrassment as he felt his cheeks heat up. He said something to her that was very stupid and now she was looking at him funny.