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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:20 am
 The young buck had had the idea put into his head, and now he was going to act to it. He was old enough to have noticed his sisters' physical changes, along with his own. He had had encounters with a couple does, had enjoyed it, and left. But he hadn't actively considered the implications of it... at least until he'd seen his new honorary sibling hatch. His family had cooed over the little foal, offering up soft plants for the tiny cold to eat, before leading him up to the sheltered, flora-rich clearing where he remembered gamboling about at a younger age.
He wasn't sure as to whether he was quite ready to raise any foals just yet, but by the way his brother had talked to him, there was a long courting process to precede any sort of real thought of offspring. That suited his ideals, and his purposes, well enough. His decision made, he shook the water out of his fur, going to walk along one of the more commonly frequented stream-banks that poured into the pond that hid the entrance to his mother's den.
Now, I just have to find the doe.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 7:13 am
The snow-white doe woke with the sunrise. It was a calm morning, naught more than a gentle breeze floating through to rustle the leaves. She smiled as she listened to the gentle song of the running riverwater, accompanied by the melody of the morning birds. Her eyes fluttered open. What she could see of the sky was a lovely pure blue, and the sunbeams sifting through the branches cast a delicate golden light on everything they touched. It was looking to be a very nice day for sure. She lifted herself half-up and stretched, front legs, back, then rear legs. There was a startled squeak heard as a little chipmunk that had been sleeping on her rump ran up her spine and nestled in between her antlers. She chuckled, tilting her head downwards to create a path to the ground. "You silly little thing, I'm not a bed," she cooed as the tiny creature dashed away. She shook, causing the morning dew to flee from her coat, then took the few steps journey over to the river to have her first drink of the day.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 8:28 am
Picking down the rocky stream in the morning air made him feel alive, focused. His predatory, vivid eyes swept the expanse of trees around, looking around for any sort of movement - a pet might potentially mark a kin hiding away somewhere in the earthtoned surroundings, and if it wasn't the sort of animal he normally thought of as a pet, well... he needed to eat, too. Eventually, though, he caught a couple glimpses of white and blue, pale sky colors too low in the sky and on the wrong side of the horizon to be anything other than a kin.
He walked forwards as silently as he could manage, though that wasn't his strongest suit, having been gifted with this slightly awkward hoofed shape, instead of that of the sleek predator that he had always felt he should have embodied. Once he was a little closer-in he could determine it... this kin was a doe, a pretty little doe with the most fascinating delicate antlers, looking almost like iced-over branches... And she had a fetching little fringe flopping rakishly back over one eye, sort of similar to the fringe on his own head.
So... what is it that I know to do in this situation? he asked himself, pausing in the brush as he assessed the situation. I'm supposed to talk to her. He stepped forwards, almost materializing out of the brush, opening his mouth to speak, when she walked right past his camouflaged coat, towards the stream he had just come from.
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