Post by Ahiga on Jan 24, 2010 19:49:16 GMT -5
Setting: Crooked Brook
Here the course of the water changes. Beginning in a gentle slope to the side and rolling into a much more dramatic set of small curves, the land around it shifting beautifully around each different movement. Branches hang low over the water in places, providing shade, while other trees stand tall and offer perches to whatever happens to come along. The pebbles and smooth rocks just beneath the surface of the stream seem to be somehow more streamlined here, probably because the gentle current speeds up a bit in this area due to the changing landscape. The banks here are high, creating small overhangs above the water; a particularly large one shelters the entrance to a den burrowed into the riverbank.
Characters: Sohtoh (Female Adolescent Moose), Chanson (Male Whitetail Deer), Aspen (Female Whitetail Deer)
It's taken the adolescent a long time to get up here, but luckily, the river was fairly easy to navigate. Arriving in the shaded area of the brook, the young moose lets out a quiet yawn, and takes her place just under some of the branches that hung over the water, though her dark brown legs remained submerged as she occasionally dipped her head into the liquid to search around with her sensitive muzzle for any aquatic grasses. Though, at the moment she wasn't having much luck. Lifting her elongated head, Sohtoh released a heavy sigh, and waded upstream, her tail and ears flicking away at some of the flies and mosquitoes that called this area home.
Water! What a thing it was. The one thing that gave life no matter what kind of conditions it was under. And a right devil to try and walk through under the wrong conditions. Generally Chanson much prefers tranquil ponds or the like. But what can you do, he's here now, looking for a place to cross for whatever reason. Perhaps he's just trying to determine where they might move if their home territory doesn't quite work out. But then he catches something interesting. Someone is walking in the water... large creature. Is that those moose he's always seen from afar? Standing proud like any good male, he waits for the large creature to forage her way over.
Truth be told, Sohtoh much preferred the pond as well. She wasn't having much luck with grazing around here, and actually kind of wanted to go back. Though, she knew that she had to make a mental map of the area if she were to stay here. Planning on staying, she stuck around the brook as well. With her hooves carrying her gracefully through the water, the large, though still young moose's ears flicked forward at the sound of the pebbles crunching under some weight in the distance, and her dark eyes stared in that direction. What would she find but another deer-creature? Not one that looked like herself.. she was already almost as big as he was, and she wasn't anywhere near fully grown. Still, it was much better than seeing a predator. "Heh..Hello?" She asked quietly, her shyness rather obvious.
"Hello." Chanson dips his head politely, trying to incorporate those parts of Roscoe that made him big and bold, but adding his own brand of shy, reserved etiquette. Can't be too brusque. Especially when a creature is almost as big as himself and doesn't even sound full grown. "Pardon, but I haven't seen one of your kind in such a long time. It's a bit of a surprise to find one so deep into the woods." He shakes his head and his impressive set of antlers. "Chanson. That is my name. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
A giggle comes from the young moose as the buck seems to perk himself up into a more respectable position, and Sohtoh continues to wade through the water toward him, though her legs would never leave the brook. Too hot. "Chanson?" She repeats, her voice still carrying that high pitchedness associated with youth. "My name's Sohtoh, nice to meet you!" She said, and dipped her head respectfully. His antlers were nice, but not nearly as nice as some bull moose's. She wouldn't be so rude as to put down his decorative cranium, however. Smiling, she took in a breath and looked around, then back to him. "This place is pretty.." Perhaps she was trying to avoid talking about other moose, perhaps not. Only she could know for sure.
"Sohtoh... how interesting. That *is* a nice name," Chanson says with a tilt of his head, and exaggerated curiosity. It should be obvious he's putting on airs, trying to play the part of the tough, aloof big buck. Of course, he'll be outsized by this one very soon, but it's the principle of it. "And yes, it is quite pretty. Though I am only here to determine where other foraging grounds for my herd might be found." Since Roscoe is probably snoozing and trying to convince everyone he's actually been working.
Sohtoh's ears flick forward again at the compliment to her name, and another giggle escapes the cow. "Thank you!" She said, and her tail flicked absentmindedly as she continued to look past the buck, and then back to him, still getting by by just looking at the sights. It really was a beautiful place. If Chanson is putting on a show, it's news to Sohtoh. She's simply trying to make conversation while still getting familiar with the waters and whatnot, occasionally dipping her head back to the cool liquid to either get a drink or, in this case, search around for any plants. No such luck. Lifting her saturated muzzle, she let out a huff of breath. "Not here, that's for sure. There aren't /any/ plants in this water!"
Wading in the water is definitely not her thing, especially when the water is moving such as this brook. No. Aspen greatly prefers dry ground, which is likely why she has opted not to wallow through the water despite the summer temperature. But being near water is much cooler than being away from it, and thus the female deer emerges from the forest and approaches the brook. A drink is in order, and likely a bit of lazy rest before returning to her duties in the glade. Her duties being, er, watching over fawns and the like. Her ears prick forward as she spots two large shapes in the near distance, thankfully both of which seem deer-esque. One is very recognizable, while the other...not so much. She smirks a little as she nears, catching the latter portions of words said by Chanson and all by the young but large moose. "Hello Chanson. And hello," said to Sohtoh. "Have you tried the plants on the banks? I'm sure they're just as tender. I've never had..underwater plants before, myself."
"No... plants?" Chanson asks, glancing down at the water before them. Oh... look at that, she's right! He's never bothered to check before. "Er... no, that is most unsatisfactory," he says with a huff. Stupid water, not having plants for a friendly moose like this. He turns about calmly when Aspen speaks, inwardly surprised, but not willing to show it. He has to look imperturbable. "Ah, Aspen!" he says happily, ears and tail perking up. "Come over here and meet Sohtoh! A moose, can you believe it?"
"Nope! None at all! I guess the waters aren't used to having to care for my kind, hmm?" She says with a hint of humor, and blinks curiously as another deer joins them at, and by the brook. This one being a female. "Hello!" The young moose called out happily, and took a few steps closer to the bank as she thought about following the doe's advice, but cringed a bit at how .. dry the leaves looked. "Eh.. I think I'll just continue my search. Thank you, though.. more for you!" Never tried underwater plants? This catches her by surprise, as she was rather under the impression that /all/ deer ate underwater plants, this ones included. "Oh, you must try them sometime.. Aspen?" Questioning the females name, not sure if she got it right or not. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." She said, and tucked her head down politely.
Ha! Look at Chanson being all ... somewhat Roscoeish. But not /too/ Roscoeish, which sits just well with Aspen. The buck is greeted with a light touch of her muzzle to his neck, a gesture that could be taken as either one of respect or affection, before she looks back to the moose. "Sohtoh?" she repeats. "Moose aren't a thing we see much of around here," said with a light grin, "though I've always figured that was because moose are a shy bunch. Could be wrong, as I've never met one face to face." This being true, she takes the time to look the young moose over, taking note of her large stature before her ears raise at the use of the word ma'am. "Oh! That's very kind and respectful of you, but please..Aspen will do just fine. 'Ma'am' makes me feel so old," she laughs, glancing to Chanson afterwards. "What are you doing out here, hmm?"
"I'm out here... erm... on patrol," Chanson says quickly. "Yes. I'm looking for other places for us to nestle into should our old spot become unsavory or. Something." Yes. Most official business says his very stiff posture. But there's nothing that can hide the affection in his eyes as he looks down at Aspen, almost forgetting about Sohtoh right there. "Erm, um, hum!" He turns back to the moose quickly. "Yes. Do tell us if you're planning on staying or passing through. We do need more creatures like us around here, more's the pity."
"Nah.. I don't see much of them around here either." The adolescent said quietly, and shrugged. "Ah well. You're not missin' much, trust me." She says, and nudges at the water once more, thinking that she may have saw a speck of green beneath it's clear blue sheen. But, upon further inspection, it was only her imagination. Pity! Her eyes remain on the water until Chanson speaks up again, wanting to know if she was going to stick around, or not. Herds weren't something that she instinctually gathered into. Moose were solitary creatures, and Sohtoh was no different. While she might take frequent visits to this area now that she knew there were other, friendly deer around here, she couldn't stay. For her safety and for theirs. Lifting her head once more, she let out a sigh, and shook her head. "Nah, I should probably get going. Gotta look for some food and all. But, thank you anyway! Maybe I'll.. stop by again soon?" She added in, and grinned at both of the whitetails, before her long legs appeared out of the water, and she began a rather quick trot downstream, her large hooves carrying her very naturally in the water, back toward the pond that she came from.
Here the course of the water changes. Beginning in a gentle slope to the side and rolling into a much more dramatic set of small curves, the land around it shifting beautifully around each different movement. Branches hang low over the water in places, providing shade, while other trees stand tall and offer perches to whatever happens to come along. The pebbles and smooth rocks just beneath the surface of the stream seem to be somehow more streamlined here, probably because the gentle current speeds up a bit in this area due to the changing landscape. The banks here are high, creating small overhangs above the water; a particularly large one shelters the entrance to a den burrowed into the riverbank.
Characters: Sohtoh (Female Adolescent Moose), Chanson (Male Whitetail Deer), Aspen (Female Whitetail Deer)
It's taken the adolescent a long time to get up here, but luckily, the river was fairly easy to navigate. Arriving in the shaded area of the brook, the young moose lets out a quiet yawn, and takes her place just under some of the branches that hung over the water, though her dark brown legs remained submerged as she occasionally dipped her head into the liquid to search around with her sensitive muzzle for any aquatic grasses. Though, at the moment she wasn't having much luck. Lifting her elongated head, Sohtoh released a heavy sigh, and waded upstream, her tail and ears flicking away at some of the flies and mosquitoes that called this area home.
Water! What a thing it was. The one thing that gave life no matter what kind of conditions it was under. And a right devil to try and walk through under the wrong conditions. Generally Chanson much prefers tranquil ponds or the like. But what can you do, he's here now, looking for a place to cross for whatever reason. Perhaps he's just trying to determine where they might move if their home territory doesn't quite work out. But then he catches something interesting. Someone is walking in the water... large creature. Is that those moose he's always seen from afar? Standing proud like any good male, he waits for the large creature to forage her way over.
Truth be told, Sohtoh much preferred the pond as well. She wasn't having much luck with grazing around here, and actually kind of wanted to go back. Though, she knew that she had to make a mental map of the area if she were to stay here. Planning on staying, she stuck around the brook as well. With her hooves carrying her gracefully through the water, the large, though still young moose's ears flicked forward at the sound of the pebbles crunching under some weight in the distance, and her dark eyes stared in that direction. What would she find but another deer-creature? Not one that looked like herself.. she was already almost as big as he was, and she wasn't anywhere near fully grown. Still, it was much better than seeing a predator. "Heh..Hello?" She asked quietly, her shyness rather obvious.
"Hello." Chanson dips his head politely, trying to incorporate those parts of Roscoe that made him big and bold, but adding his own brand of shy, reserved etiquette. Can't be too brusque. Especially when a creature is almost as big as himself and doesn't even sound full grown. "Pardon, but I haven't seen one of your kind in such a long time. It's a bit of a surprise to find one so deep into the woods." He shakes his head and his impressive set of antlers. "Chanson. That is my name. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
A giggle comes from the young moose as the buck seems to perk himself up into a more respectable position, and Sohtoh continues to wade through the water toward him, though her legs would never leave the brook. Too hot. "Chanson?" She repeats, her voice still carrying that high pitchedness associated with youth. "My name's Sohtoh, nice to meet you!" She said, and dipped her head respectfully. His antlers were nice, but not nearly as nice as some bull moose's. She wouldn't be so rude as to put down his decorative cranium, however. Smiling, she took in a breath and looked around, then back to him. "This place is pretty.." Perhaps she was trying to avoid talking about other moose, perhaps not. Only she could know for sure.
"Sohtoh... how interesting. That *is* a nice name," Chanson says with a tilt of his head, and exaggerated curiosity. It should be obvious he's putting on airs, trying to play the part of the tough, aloof big buck. Of course, he'll be outsized by this one very soon, but it's the principle of it. "And yes, it is quite pretty. Though I am only here to determine where other foraging grounds for my herd might be found." Since Roscoe is probably snoozing and trying to convince everyone he's actually been working.
Sohtoh's ears flick forward again at the compliment to her name, and another giggle escapes the cow. "Thank you!" She said, and her tail flicked absentmindedly as she continued to look past the buck, and then back to him, still getting by by just looking at the sights. It really was a beautiful place. If Chanson is putting on a show, it's news to Sohtoh. She's simply trying to make conversation while still getting familiar with the waters and whatnot, occasionally dipping her head back to the cool liquid to either get a drink or, in this case, search around for any plants. No such luck. Lifting her saturated muzzle, she let out a huff of breath. "Not here, that's for sure. There aren't /any/ plants in this water!"
Wading in the water is definitely not her thing, especially when the water is moving such as this brook. No. Aspen greatly prefers dry ground, which is likely why she has opted not to wallow through the water despite the summer temperature. But being near water is much cooler than being away from it, and thus the female deer emerges from the forest and approaches the brook. A drink is in order, and likely a bit of lazy rest before returning to her duties in the glade. Her duties being, er, watching over fawns and the like. Her ears prick forward as she spots two large shapes in the near distance, thankfully both of which seem deer-esque. One is very recognizable, while the other...not so much. She smirks a little as she nears, catching the latter portions of words said by Chanson and all by the young but large moose. "Hello Chanson. And hello," said to Sohtoh. "Have you tried the plants on the banks? I'm sure they're just as tender. I've never had..underwater plants before, myself."
"No... plants?" Chanson asks, glancing down at the water before them. Oh... look at that, she's right! He's never bothered to check before. "Er... no, that is most unsatisfactory," he says with a huff. Stupid water, not having plants for a friendly moose like this. He turns about calmly when Aspen speaks, inwardly surprised, but not willing to show it. He has to look imperturbable. "Ah, Aspen!" he says happily, ears and tail perking up. "Come over here and meet Sohtoh! A moose, can you believe it?"
"Nope! None at all! I guess the waters aren't used to having to care for my kind, hmm?" She says with a hint of humor, and blinks curiously as another deer joins them at, and by the brook. This one being a female. "Hello!" The young moose called out happily, and took a few steps closer to the bank as she thought about following the doe's advice, but cringed a bit at how .. dry the leaves looked. "Eh.. I think I'll just continue my search. Thank you, though.. more for you!" Never tried underwater plants? This catches her by surprise, as she was rather under the impression that /all/ deer ate underwater plants, this ones included. "Oh, you must try them sometime.. Aspen?" Questioning the females name, not sure if she got it right or not. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." She said, and tucked her head down politely.
Ha! Look at Chanson being all ... somewhat Roscoeish. But not /too/ Roscoeish, which sits just well with Aspen. The buck is greeted with a light touch of her muzzle to his neck, a gesture that could be taken as either one of respect or affection, before she looks back to the moose. "Sohtoh?" she repeats. "Moose aren't a thing we see much of around here," said with a light grin, "though I've always figured that was because moose are a shy bunch. Could be wrong, as I've never met one face to face." This being true, she takes the time to look the young moose over, taking note of her large stature before her ears raise at the use of the word ma'am. "Oh! That's very kind and respectful of you, but please..Aspen will do just fine. 'Ma'am' makes me feel so old," she laughs, glancing to Chanson afterwards. "What are you doing out here, hmm?"
"I'm out here... erm... on patrol," Chanson says quickly. "Yes. I'm looking for other places for us to nestle into should our old spot become unsavory or. Something." Yes. Most official business says his very stiff posture. But there's nothing that can hide the affection in his eyes as he looks down at Aspen, almost forgetting about Sohtoh right there. "Erm, um, hum!" He turns back to the moose quickly. "Yes. Do tell us if you're planning on staying or passing through. We do need more creatures like us around here, more's the pity."
"Nah.. I don't see much of them around here either." The adolescent said quietly, and shrugged. "Ah well. You're not missin' much, trust me." She says, and nudges at the water once more, thinking that she may have saw a speck of green beneath it's clear blue sheen. But, upon further inspection, it was only her imagination. Pity! Her eyes remain on the water until Chanson speaks up again, wanting to know if she was going to stick around, or not. Herds weren't something that she instinctually gathered into. Moose were solitary creatures, and Sohtoh was no different. While she might take frequent visits to this area now that she knew there were other, friendly deer around here, she couldn't stay. For her safety and for theirs. Lifting her head once more, she let out a sigh, and shook her head. "Nah, I should probably get going. Gotta look for some food and all. But, thank you anyway! Maybe I'll.. stop by again soon?" She added in, and grinned at both of the whitetails, before her long legs appeared out of the water, and she began a rather quick trot downstream, her large hooves carrying her very naturally in the water, back toward the pond that she came from.