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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 7:05 pm
 The herbs were just out of reach and he was stuck. Nose-In-The-Air wriggled, testing the rocky walls that pressed into his sides. Now that he thought about it, he probably should have realised he had grown since his last visit. The once gangly, awkward colt had grown up and filled out; there was no way he was going to be able to fit through the tight squeeze required to reach the small patch of eyebright that clung to the side of the rocks. Darn. How typical. If anything was likely to go wrong for him, it would. Muttering a few choice curses under his breath Nose started to back up, only to find the process rather painful. Oh great, he’d wedged himself in here pretty well. No, don’t panic. No panicking. That would not help this time. Nose scrambled about despite the sharp command to himself and it was as much help as he had anticipated. He eventually stopped and took in a deep, shaky breath.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:19 am
"Bright eye, white eye, little blooming blossom
Wibble wobble, trip and fall
Forgotten songs, it cures them all..."Acorn Crop was singing one of her almost-nonsensical little ditties as she traipsed through the swamp towards the place where she knew a patch of eyebright grew -- her stores of the herb were getting low, and its growing season was almost over, so harvest was of necessity. She was not expecting to wander upon the scene she found laid before her as she neared the patch of little white flowers -- what appeared to be a buck, stuck in a crevice between rocks. Well, this was interesting. Crop trotted around to where the front of the buck should be and tilted her head down towards his, her blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Now I wonder what a brown-haired boy is doing here, holed up and held up in this hole. Very curious indeed, sir." Apparently lacking a sense of personal space, Crop leaned in closer to the buck's face, examining him. "Your horns are on backwards," she concluded, this last comment sounding less sing-songy than the first, and tinged with a genuine sense of curiosity.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:56 pm
The last thing Nose-In-The-Air needed was somebody to come across him in this annoyingly, embarrassing predicament. He had just set his mind to wasting away to death in the position when the doe turned up. His first warning was her voice; the silly song drifting to his perked ears. Great. Just perfect.
As she came around to the front (probably to tease him!), he set his face into a firm scowl. “W-what does it look like I’m doing here? I’m stuck! Hardly curious, unless you’re blind.” He retorted, forgetting himself in his annoyance. “And they are not!” When she moved in closer Nose attempted to retreat, front hooves scrambling ineffectually against the earth. In the end he had to resort to lifting his head up high.
From this awkward position he got his first good look at her, particularly the dead bird bits around her neck. His brain did a couple of mental somersaults and eventually came to the conclusion that she was going to kill him and wear his tail around her neck as a trophy. Or she’d take his horns. Well, it seemed a more interesting way to go than a long starvation.
“If you’re going to kill me, make it quick. This is getting very uncomfortable.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:56 pm
The doe stared for a minute before bursting into a strange, dry laugh that sounded like it came from a much older creature than she appeared to be. "I wouldn't kill a creature before its time," she replied, her tone seeming to imply that the very idea was absolutely silly. A few more chuckles escaped her throat before her blue eyes locked back on the buck examiningly, her head tilted. "And no, it is not your time. Quite a ways away. But let me tell you a secret." Her tone was serious as she leaned in close to the buck's ear. "Your horns are definitely on backwards."
She burst into the strange, grating laughter again, skipping away from the hole where the buck was caught and back again in a moment. A blue hoof tapped on one of the aforementioned horns. "I could try and fix them for you. But perhaps you like them that way?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:52 am
Nose was hardly reassured by her words. She was clearly insane, with that laugh and the crazy look in her eyes. So he frowned at her and made an unimpressed sound in the back of his throat. Not his time yet, eh? Well, it would be his time whenever he wanted it to be! No... wait..
He flinched away as she moved in to tell her secret, trying to pull him head back into his chest like a turtle. It did not work.
“They are not on backwards! Everyone else has their horns on wrong!” He grumped loudly as she laughed, even stamping his hoof a little. “And they certainly do not need to be fixed. I-I like the very much and if you’re not going to have the decency to kill me, then go away.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:13 pm
Acorn Crop's eyes widened a little at the buck's suggestion. Everyone else's horns were on backwards...what a fascinating idea. Maybe he had something there. "Perhaps they are!" she exclaimed, wishing she had a pool or something to look in to examine this theory further. "The motherfather works in strange ways indeed."
Crop turned back to the trapped buck with a grin on her face. "Leave? But don't you want me to help you get out of that hole?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:56 pm
Nose had expected her to laugh at him. He muttered a ‘yeah, the motherfather is odd’ under his breath and used Acorn Crops’s moment of distraction to try scrambling backwards again, but of course got no further than he had last time and then she was looking back at him.
“Wait… help me out?” He could hardly believe his ears and he gave her a thoroughly suspicious look. She seemed sincere… possibly, maybe, probably not.
“Well, maybe you should have said you wanted to help from the start, instead of going on about my horns and pretending to want to kill me.” Nose conveniently ignored the fact that he had merely assumed she was going to kill him and continued to glower at her reproachfully.
“So… how exactly do you intend to help? I am well stuck.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 1:53 pm
Crop laughed again -- a smaller chuckle this time, but it still had that dry, grating sound -- and grinned at the buck, her eyes glinting playfully. "I most certainly never said anything at all about even thinking about killing you," she replied, singsong. Her grin faded to seriousness once more. "And I'm sorry about your horns. They are quite lovely, in truth."
Apparently thinking that was enough apology, the doe trotted back around behind the trapped buck, eyeing his predicament as she went. "If pushing didn't work, perhaps pull will be the trick," she concluded. "Give me your tail, I promise I won't bite it off." Acorn Crop wouldn't even think of such a thing, really, but she couldn't help but tease the poor buck a little.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:04 pm
Nose gave her a stare that suggested he did not believe her one bit when she said she hadn’t been thinking about killing him. But her apology seemed to placate him a little and he stopped frowning for just a moment to look slightly embarrassed. “Yes well, thank you I suppose.”
His reaction to her suggestion was not at all pleased and he trembled, before immediately trying to cover at the motion with a feigned cough. “T-that might work.” Get your tail potentially bitten off or stay stuck until your starved? Nose sighed and flicked his tail up, holding it still for the doe to grab.
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