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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:31 pm
Nettle lay at the mouth of her burrow, enjoying the sun on her storm-cloud coloured back. She'd spent the morning on her own, casually grazing on the fresh, sweet grass and watching the comings and goings of the warren. By nature, she was a rather solitary creature. She enjoyed the company of others, but often they didn't enjoy her as much. The young doe considered herself to be a realist. Bad things happened. And she felt free to comment on them. Her sarcastic wit rarely scored her many good points with others, either. So, she had learned to enjoy her time spent alone.
Thanks to the weather, it appeared that there were many other rabbits were enjoying mornings similar to hers. Just lazing about, waiting for something better to do. Nettle closed her eyes briefly, wondering if a nap would be the the next thing her morning would bring her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 6:57 pm
 Hopping about passively, he glanced around, ears twitching as he noted the others. It was a gorgeous morning, warm with good flay, and several laid about on the grass. Despite the quiet there was a bit of energy in the air these past couple of days, almost like the feeling before a storm as far as Nuthatch was concerned. Almost like he wanted to run, to jump as high as he could, or pick a fight just feel that adrenaline. Well, after a nap and a good silflay at any rate.
Wandering about, knowing that there was little chance he'd find anything tasty that wasn't already picked over, Nuthatch caught sight of a doe sitting by herself. Normally this wasn't all that unusual, but with so many rabbits conversing and playing in the sunlight to see such a pretty hanging back by the burrows made him take notice. Curious and a little intrigued, he pretended to nose the greenery, slowly approaching her as he tried to appear to be randomly traveling from this mowed patch of clover, to that patch of trimmed grass, and so on. He glanced up at her every so often, noting that the simplicity of her coat made the little black streak up her muzzle all the more profound. And from this angle he could see her tail, which looked as if it were dipped in something. He smiled to himself, finding her tail rather endearing actually. Dropping his head back to the flay, he nibbled on some grass; trying to be inconspicuous.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:26 pm
Nettle scanned the crowds, chatting, playing, enjoying the day. And then she spotted him. A handsome young buck, certainly. He was a warm brown tone, with a broad streak of a sunny colour down his back. His chest was snowy white, and edged with a deeper brown, like shadows. In all, he stood out, but in a simple way, not a flamboyant one. And, of all things, he seemed to be creeping closer.
Nettle tried to catch his eyes, as he tried to avoid hers. She smirked. He was acting like an outskirter with his eye on a pretty older doe. The little grey doe hopped towards him, a mischievous look upon her face. Her green eyes sparkled, looking down at the well mowed flay he was attempting to eat. She was close to him now. Certainly more than close enough to allow conversation.
"It's a lovely day, isn't ?" She tilted her head, one ear flapping over. "But I must say, you might have more luck with flay if you picked a place not so well eaten. " She grinned at him, proud of herself at noticing his attempt at inconspicuous behaviour.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 4:52 am
Glancing up to see her heading this way, he quickly ducked his head again, feverishly nibbling at what little there was to eat. Had she noticed? Was he really that obvious? Well, if she was approaching it couldn't be all bad, could it? At least he'd caught her attention. He'd have to play it by ear and hope she wasn't just coming over to tell him off. She spoke and he sat up, acting as if he hadn't noticed her approach.
"Why hello there! And yes I should say so."
He sniffed, catching her sent and tucking it away to associate with her name later. He hadn't seen her eyes from so far away, but now that she was close they were rather lovely. He grinned sheepishly as she pointed out his poor excuse for coming to this side of the Down. Running a paw over his ear he bought himself a few moments to think and came up with a suitable answer.
"Ah, well... the silflay wasn't the best surely. But I couldn't argue with the view."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:03 am
The little doe looked up at him through the thick lashes above her eyes. He was a strange one, for sure. Her sarcasm had seemed to bounce right off him, and earned her a pleasant, happy reply. Those who dealt with her in her day-to-day life knew her sharp little tongue was often quite biting.
She bent forward, nibbling at the close cropped grass, watching the buck carefully. Certainly he had to want something, to have skulked around the way he had. Looking up again as he spoke, she smirked a little.
" It is a view. Maybe not the best in the Down, but a nice one. " Nettle was oblivious to the compliment.
"What brings you to this side of the Down? Looking for someone?" She knew she'd never seen the male before, and was very curious about his purpose.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:42 am
He wilted slightly, noting that his self-deemed charming reply had gone unnoticed. Maybe direct was the best approach. After all, that seemed to be her style. He twitched his nose, looking around at the actual view from here. He noted that if you looked down and away, you could just make out the fields of Nuthanger farm, but that the farm itself was hidden from view. Definitely a plus in his books.
Turning towards her with that smirk of his, he tilted an ear in her direction.
"Well, I suppose in a sense. You see, something lovely caught my eye."
He paused a moment before facing her fully and settling into the grass.
"And yourself? I can't imagine you're hanging around here for the flay."
He joked warmly, once again nosing the greenery to find most of it ripped up or chomped away close to the soil.
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