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 Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:01 pm
 Under the quietly rustling canopy of the ancient forest, a lone buck strode. He held himself tall, a great rack thrust proudly above him, as he silently picked his way along the leaf-strewn earth. As he wound his way between brush and fallen limbs, he considered his current predicament. Oberon could be difficult at times, he was not ignorant of that fact despite what anyone may think. However, he had not expected it to be quite so difficult to find someone to travel with for any length of time. There had been acquaintances, of course, and the occasional companion for a brief time, but a long-time partner? Someone to roam with indefinitely? He had yet to find anyone suitable. Sometimes, they left him; sometimes, he left them; but the end result had always been the same. They parted ways and he found himself alone again. He could not quite remember how long his solitude had lasted this time, nor was he at all certain how long it would be before he found someone again. He could only hope it would be soon.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 7:17 pm
 There had been times of company and times of solitude, both of which were fine with the cloudy hued doe. Solitude was nice from time to time, to gather one's thoughts or to recover from some stressor or another. However, there was something to be said for keeping company as well, to be able share experiences and the pleasure of each others presence, even if for a time. Every encounter, no matter how brief, left its mark. A long term companion, a partner. Heck, even a mate, if someone rose to the occasion. Now, that would be something. For now though, she was alone.
Having come across a stream, Fjotli waded into the shallow, cool flowing water that lapped sleepily at her ankles. Dipping her head low, she drank, twisting her ears back to keep an ear out. The fading light of the waning day was made dimmer by the thick canopy overhead aided by the swirling mists. Most birds were quieting down, but there were a scattered few that seemed to be using the relative quiet to make sure their songs were heard with the first soft strains of cricket accompaniment.
Once her thirst had been slaked, Fjotli straightened and walked to the other side of the stream, giving a back foot a bit of a kick to rid herself of some excess water. Mm. Evening. The doe looked up towards the tree tops, narrowing her golden eyes to see if she can spot any shadowed flitting forms of bird or arboreal beast. Finding none, she pressed on her way. There was no set destination to which she was heading, although she occasionally gave some thought to going to see the sea. That wasn't for today, tonight. No. For now she was content to meander the part of untouched weald that she had come to find herself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:29 pm
Lost in his thoughts, Oberon almost missed the movement in the gloaming mist. The soft glow of golden eyes nearly blended in with the dying sun. However, he could not mistake the deliberate movements of a sentient beast. Alert, but not alarmed, he drew closer and the vague shadow soon materialized into the form of an elegant doe. His ears perked forward in interest.
Well. This was perhaps the last thing he was expecting so soon. Still, he was not to be deterred by his surprise.
"Good evening, milady," he called, and if he happened to be holding himself to the best advantage, well, it was purely coincidence.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 10:12 pm
High stepping over a large fallen branch, Fjotli paused to watch a few mice scamper from between her front legs and under a cluster of ferns. So as to not disturb their early evening foraging, she took several careful steps away before resuming her standard gait. Leave them be. Their carrying on wasn't of any particular interest to her.
Her attention wasn't focusing on anything in particular, but she was vaguely aware of movement of something larger than mice and rabbits. As such, she wasn't entirely surprised when she was called out to. Looking to the buck, she blinked at him, quiet for a moment as she drank him in. Silvered lilac. A frost kissed buck.
Finally, she smiled a small, easy sort of smile. "Good evening," the doe answered back as she straightened and half-turned to be able to face the male without having herself all twisted around. It'd be rude and silly to not face him after all. "Who might you be? I haven't seen another for..." She paused to think on the last time she had met another deer. "Oh, a good while at the very least." It had been quite a bit of time since. That much she could say.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:51 pm
"Forgive me," he said. "I am Oberon. Might I have the honor of your name?"
Now that he was close enough, he took a moment to study her more closely, from her darkened points to the the smoky curls running from eye to tail. As lovely a doe he had rarely seen.
He frowned slightly. "Having been alone a while, myself, I'm hardly in a position to protest, but why do you have no companions? I am certain you can care for yourself, but the wood has been growing more perilous of late."
That much was certainly true. Not all who dwelt here were benign. There were those who would attack an unwary deer.
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