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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 6:17 pm
[ ;D I'd totally prefer no wolves intrude on the Familiar parade! This is mostly for the prey of the forest, just to get some RP out there for the seldom seen! ]It was earlier in the morning when he peeked round a very large tree in this forest, entering into what would be his new home. The grounds were slick from an afternoon shower and should have served as treacherous territory for the weary traveler; had it been anyone but him. Gliding over blades and through the mush with ease, two large, blue ears rotated forward and stood high besides menacing antlers.
To Nature, and for this forest, Despeche was not ideal for survival. The ethereal fashion his pelt was coated made the stag standout even in the thickest, most opaque of weather. He was strong and tactful, capable of several ‘out maneuverings’ when situations allowed, but when things didn't go as plan the outcomes became unknown. If his legs gave out, or he managed to run into some prickly shrubs, or even get a nick or gash from the predator in question the laws of this world would fall on him just as they did everyone else. He appreciated life, even though he may seem rather egotistical at times...his mortality was never taken advantage of. Due to this, Despeche has a tendency to jump at sudden noises and scatter when the wind blows. It is out of habit that he acts out in this fashion, and also out of instinct.
One might say worrying all the time will kill you quicker, and perhaps there is truth in that. Despeche is the son to a long line of twitchy, easily rattled deer who have all managed to die off before their second breeding. It is surprising their lineage has lasted this long, to be quite honest, but for Peche the always on alert, bug eyed expression hasn't failed him yet.
Looking left, and then craning his neck right Despeche stood amongst the wild flowers of Telk, unaware of what danger this land would hold and waiting, rather patiently for some helpless doe to wander by so as he can formally introduce himself into this society... Meoow
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 6:07 am
((Sure, my flatsale squirrel girl could use some rp too, before I pair her up with any wolves. ^_^)) Skittering across the high branches, Titter ran full force down the length of one and leapt into the next tree, claws scrabbling on the bark of the branch she'd aimed for as she tried to get a good grip on the slick wood and keep up her forward momentum. Instead, her back paws slid clean off the branch, leaving her hanging by her front legs with her claws digging into the wood. Titter giggled and in the twitchy, hurried movements of most squirrels worked herself back onto the branch. She sat for only a moment before starting off on her journey again, scurrying over high and low branches on her way to... well, whereever squirrels were always running to.
A very large, very bright splash of color in a patch of sunlight drew her attention and she stopped, all paws latched to the branch beneath her as her back straightened and she lifted her orange chest and face higher, tilting her to try for a better looksee. Was that one of those hunting-unsuitable wolves? No, no! This one was too tall for that!
Titter hurried forward again, jumping to another branch and then running down the side of a tree a bit. Look at that rack! A stag then. She ran back up the tree and let the branches be her guide towards the bright colors, giving her a closer look. She finally stopped on the outskirts of the patch of sun he was standing in-- he'd never survive that way, being a big beacon for predators-- and sat back on her haunches, beady black eyes observing him. Her brown-and-white tail twitched a few times. What was he waiting for?
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 7:28 am
For a moment, he believed this new land was a barren waste.
Perhaps, he mauled, a little less anxious, the wolves and cougars took care of this forest and sucked the wildlife right out of existence! Maybe he was the last creature alive here, or one of the few…The idea, as well as his instinct resurfaced and in compliance to, Despeche turned to look around.
Poor, lonely, single, precious Doe; they need guidance, a leader, a Husband… In his gaze he saw no one, no deer or otherwise but what caught his attention instead were the wriggle of leaves and branches as something moved on top of them. He was relatively certain of what it was but chose to not take the chance. Ducking down and hunkering back, Despeche's lips quivered as his voice belted into the crisp air,
"Hey there little...creature. Come out and lets take a look at what you are, sound good?" flattening his ears back and nervously spinning once in a circle to the left and then to the right, Peche waited like coiled springs preparing to bounce!
((<333))
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