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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:30 pm
Life in the mountains was hard, snow was near constant, food was scarce. His legs were nimble and strong thanks to years of treacherous climbs. The rack of antlers spoke of the blue males years and the lack of serious scars or injuries spoke of wisdom...or luck. A solitary existence had been his for as far back as he could recall, except for a vague memory of his herd. He could remember the rumbling sensation in his legs when many hooves combined struck the earth. He could barely recall the blur of moving shapes in all sizes and colors around him. A herd, it was his fondest memory, perhaps because it was the only time he hadn't been alone.
A herd was Hinto's fondest desire, but the deer in the mountains seemed more solitary and so he ventured down, down, down into the forests of Telk. Here he was eager to seek out does and young bucks who would benefit from joining him, benefit from his guidance and protection. Protection was something he knew he had to give, because unlike the mountains where few wolves roamed the forests of telk were thick with many packs, all hungry.
He had yet to come across many other deer, or any other deer for that matter. It was starting to seem a fruitless search and his ears flicked in annoyance. With a soft sigh he moved down to a small stream and bent his head to drink his ears ever alert twitched and he lifted his head quickly. slowly he looked about his legs tense and ready to propel him away if danger was near.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 5:27 am
 Frit wasn't sure how long he had lay curled up under the pine tree, instinct had kept her still and quiet far longer then many animals but even baby deer have their limits. Thirst and hunger both conspired to test hers and when the scent of a strange deer filtered through the strong smell of pine the little fawn couldn't help but lift her head and try to peer through the branches. It wasn't her mother - but at least it was another deer and that was excuse enough for her.
It was all to no avail however, the branches were far to thick to see through and she was left with no other options the nto continue lying soundless and still or go out and look. It was hardly a choice for Frit who patience was indeed worn thin. Lifting herself to her feet with a soft rustle she pushed the branches aside and stuck her head out to see just who this stranger was.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:18 am
He turned and peered at the rustling pine, how odd...what was hidden there? He stepped a bit closer and blinked as the movement became a bit more, too big to be a squirrel or a crow. Then he saw a pretty purple fawn head stick out and he chuckled.
"Hello little one." Ahh how long had it been since he'd seen a fawn? too long, far too long, and the sweet wobbly youth before him filled him with hope. There were indeed other deer in these forests granted they seemed well adept at keeping themselves concealed.
"Where is your mother?" He asked curiously and tilted his head. His eyes scanned about trying to figure out where the doe might be. Most females probably wouldn't appreciate him being so close to their fawns, but he meant no harm and intended to tell her just that.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 12:30 pm
Frit peered up at the blue stag for a few moments taking in the rather kind look in his eye as well as the antlers on his head before responding. His words had brought back her worries and she blinked a few times emotionally "I don't know" she admitted - it would be safe to tell him yes? He was another of her kind, not one of those snarling furred beasts her mother spoke of. "She left to eat and drink a the stream several suns ago, she never came back" She continued, pushing her way fully out of the tree while she spoke and giving a little shake to dislodge any needles that might have caught on her hide.
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