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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:38 pm
 Despite it the day having succumbed to the golden glow of afternoon, Dead Rite had little to show for a day spent on the hunt. A couple of birds and an owlcat (which had left quite the scratch down his nose) was all he’d managed to nab. He was, however, stunningly unconcerned with his lack of accomplishment and was amusing himself by snapping at butterflies as they drifted past where he was currently lounging. The picturesque little meadow, covered in tall grasses and bathed in the last of the days sun, was the perfect place to relax and he was enjoying his laziness immensely. Some company wouldn't go amiss, but he wasn't going to complain.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:28 pm
Dead Rite wasn't the only one amused with the butterflies. Idyll, always in a mood to shirk responsibilities, frequented those areas full of tall grasses and flowers to be in the company of the beautiful, shimmering creatures. Mainly he enjoyed standing completely still, and letting the pretty little things alight on him. He particularly enjoyed watching their strange little tongues pry at the lily on his neck. The most he'd managed to get on him was...what did Shatter say it was? Fif-ty-en? He'd forgotten. But it sure was a lot! He was in the middle of trying to beat his record when he noticed a little swarm of color not too far from him.
"That's a much better place!" he thought. And, without a care to the butterflies currently on him, pranced off to the same location Dead Rite happened to be resting. "Flut-ter flut-ter~" he sang, as he bounced along, trying to nose one here and there as he passed by, completely unaware of his surroundings until he was basically atop of the other buck.
"O-oh!" Idyll stumbled to a halt and looked down at the buck with wide and child-like eyes. It might have been unsettling, such a look coming from a grown buck, but perhaps even more unnerving was the flicker of something else, something more intense, behind that seemingly innocent curiosity.
After a very still moment of silence (which earned him two butterflies), he finally spoke again. "You look like you bathed in a summer sunset." The buck sounded delighted about this and smiled. "But you keep a branch of winter." Idyll pressed their noses together. "You're interesting," a tilt of the head, "who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:40 pm
Dead Rite had a big family full of all sorts of types; the sullen, the charming, the bad-tempered, the quiet, the energetic and the playful. He was well used to dealing with kin, and when he first heard and then spotted the other buck (a rather pretty one too he had to admit), he was pleased. He remained where he was, far too lazy to rise and smiled contently, waiting until he was noticed. Unfortunately by that time the pretty fellow had nearly stepped all over the orange hunter and Dead Rite was leaning back as far as his awkward position would allow.
"Hey now," he tone was cheerful with only a hint of strain, "just back up there a-aaah.... damn." He had been in the process of rising, moving his bulk so that he could have some control of his personal space. He hadn't been fast enough. There was currently a nose pressed against his and Dead Rite stopped breathing, turning as still as stone. Despite that big family and many acquaintances, Dead Rite had a serious issue with his personal bubble.
The buck's smile widened as he hissed out through gritted teeth, "Be a pal and step yourself back a tad. Then I'll happily tell ya exactly who I am. Sound good, yeah?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:59 pm
Idyll batted his pretty long lashes at the buck, staying right where he was for another beat, amused by how still he became at his touch. "Okay!" He took two gentle steps back, giving Dead Rite some of his personal space...but not much. In fact he probably still considered him to be IN his personal bubble considering he could probably still feel Idyll's breath against his nose. "My name is Idyll and my mate is Shattered and she's the smartest and most beautiful doe in all of the marshlands~" Idyll gave a little trot in a circle (a quadruped's version of a twirl) as he spoke of his mate. "What's your name? Do you have a mate? Is she the color of dawn?! What's HER name?!" The buck's tail twitched excitedly. They would be very pretty together, dawn and sunset. Not as pretty as him and Shattered of course, but decent.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:23 pm
It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to cope. Dead Rite took his chance to rise and tried not to look too awkward as he moved himself well out of touching distance. It was there that he stretched his neck and took in a deep breath of relief. Much better. His good nature restored, he gave the prancing buck a lopsided grin. "You sure like asking questions, Idyll. Well, let's see... the name's Dead Rite, but you can just go ahead and call me Rite. Your Shattered lass sounds swell. As for myself, well, I haven't got myself a mate." Honestly the thought of it made him a little nauseous.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 7:25 pm
"Dead Rite...?" Idyll tilted his head in thought. "Dead Rite," he said again, and rolled his tongue in his mouth as though he was tasting the name. "No," he frowned, "no that's not a pretty name at all. You could do much better." The buck began to debate what he would call this fellow instead, but the name of his beloved distracted him from his little mission. "Shattered is the best," he blurted out happily, almost as though it was a knee-jerk reaction to her name, but the joy was short-lived when Dead Rite mentioned he was alone. "O-oh. That's no good! You should have a mate! They make life so much more...wonderful~ Maybe you don't have a mate because your name is not very pretty. It's kind of scary actually..." There was a moment of silence from Idyll as he debated whether or not there was a reason for that. Maybe this buck had a scary name because he was scary? But he didn't look scary... "I'm just going to call you Rite! Like, Mister Right!" Idyll giggled, immensely pleased with himself for that one.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:53 pm
The buck raised his eyebrows but didn't choose to comment on his unsuitable Idyll seemed to find his name. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest and it didn't flow like the names of some of his family members, but at least it wasn't as ominous as his uncle, The Killing Moon. "That’s a good lad, you just call me Rite." Keen to move the subject away from mates and scary names, Dead Rite honed in something he presumed would suitably distract this Idyll. "Those are some fine locks you've got there, a bit like my pop. Shame I didn't inherit hair like that."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:14 pm
Idyll's eyes widened and, maybe it was just a trick of the light, but they seemed to sparkle as he complimented his hair. If there was anything Idyll loved talking about more than Shattered, it was himself. "It is a very nice head of hair," he preened and swung his head, letting the long strands flare around him. "I wonder if my dad had hair like this too," he wondered idly and, for just the most fleeting of moments, there was a deep, melancholy expression on the buck's face. But Idyll never stayed sad for long, and soon he was as bright and sunny as his hide and switched the subject again. "Sometimes Shattered puts flowers in it and then the butterflies land in my hair too! Aren't butterflies just wonderful~" Ruriska Augh sorry this took so long @@;
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