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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:02 pm
 blind hermits
an rp between little deer and donnchad in a secluded part of nivae's forest. the time is just after nightfall, and the weather is clear and fair.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:21 pm
There was something to be said for sunlight, but Donnchad had seen too much of it of late, and was punished for it with a sharp peck on the ear as he almost nodded off in the shadows of the dusky trees for yet a third time. Grabbing at the side of his head with a sharp hiss, he roused himself, shaking his shaggy head from side to side.
"I know, I know," he muttered to the barn owl on his shoulder. Slapping his own cheek lightly, he went back to kicking up the undergrowth in search of prey for his demanding friend. "There isn't much tonight," he noted curiously as the owl gave a worried hoot. "Hope the others have had better luck." The others in this case were a plethora of owlkind who all lived in a large tree that Donnchad slept inside a hollow of. This had been their arrangement since Donnchad had intruded into their home years ago, and though at first the owls hadn't been receptive to the skinny, nervous cervitaur, both the youngest generation of owls and Donnchad himself had grown accustomed to each others' company. Familiarity smoothed the bumps in the less-than-ideal relationship, and what they had, for all intents and purposes, worked.
It was better than the home Donnchad had left all those years ago, at least.
"I don't understand," said the deer boy at last, after a few more unsuccessful attempts were made at scaring up at least a mouse. "It's like something's scaring them off. Humans don't usually trespass here, they just leave food at the cairn..." As the thought that some non-human intruder could be lurking about entered his mind, Donnchad drifted off, clamping his mouth shut and fingering his owl mask nervously. He reached into a pouch tied to his waist full of red berries and mashed a few up, smearing his fingers, and then the tree closest to him with red. He drew with care until, emblazoned on the trunk, there was a stylized picture of a boar surrounded by owls, the nature spirit that Donnchad had always thought was looking after him. The image revealed nothing, but it made Donnchad feel the tiniest bit better.
As his finished, there was the sound of footsteps nearby. Heavy ones, not from the animals in the area that he knew of. Hand alighting on his mask again, Donnchad scrambled behind the tree and peered out as cautiously as he could. Maybe this was the perpetrator of the night's misfortune.
He only hoped they weren't more intimidating than he could be.
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