Stomp.
Plumeria found herself staring down at the ground, a tiny footprint left embedded in the ground where her hoof had connected with the earth. The soft ground was littered with similar marks, some redone two or three times until they were to her liking. The tiny fawn held her tail high and her head higher, obviously happy if her body language wasn't enough say-so. She had finally done it, finally found a niche in the woodland that seemed hidden from the ever present hum of activity, a place to call her own! She looked at the small grove of trees and the dilapidated array of hoofprints, ever pleased and twice as proud. This was her domain, and no one could have it!
Certainly, no one would be allowed here either without her special permission, though she felt like she wouldn't have to worry about strangers or their ilk barging in; the woods were a vast place (It took her so long to find a place to her liking, even!) so she was confident that no one would be around to intrude here; This is mine.
For a brief moment she paused, swiveling her ears around to listen just in case, though the only thing she could hear were the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves and definitely no footsteps or calls or talking or what-have-you. Satisfied with this, the little fawn dipped into the tiny grove (taking care to stomp more hoof prints all the while) until she came to what could roughly be called the center, the place where her prize remained safe and secure.
It was a peaceful area, a good place for resting or reflecting or thinking in general. A place not so suited for a rambunctious fawn as herself, but rooted out and used by one all the same. It was with no doubt pretty, though it could be said that the entire area was beautiful in of itself but this spot specifically was why Plumeria was here in the first place. The gentle hum was pretty and the grass was very green and it was shaded and shrouded and felt like a place of utmost secrecy (like a hideout!), though what was peculiar were the various fungi and flowers that she found blooming in the shade. Of course, Plumeria herself could care less about the fungus (mushrooms smell weird!) and was more or less captivated with the blossoms that speckled the landscape, a trait she shared even beyond the dream.
She was not a very considerate fawn. She did not know, or care, if this place had already been 'claimed' (of course, in her own sense of the word, as it wasn't really possible for any one creature to own a chunk of the forest), or if this place was forbidden or not. She had seem rooks and rabbits and other creatures roaming, but no deer such as herself. Mine. Yes, this all belonged to her now, and no one could tell her otherwise. Certainly, no one would even be around to challenge that!
Kamileunaire
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