Post by Sohtoh on Feb 18, 2010 13:04:05 GMT -5
Starring:
Catori - Female Elk
Mojag - Male Elk
Setting:
Trickling River
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Early morning spreads fingers of creamy gold and pale salmon-rose, casting away the deep blue of night and hiding the stars behind high, thin, whispy clouds. On the earth below, an elk stirs, slowly rising from a thicket of sheltering trees and brambles not far from the river's edge. He shakes a blanket of leaves off his sandstone-colored coat, antlers rattling briefly against the twigs surrounding him. A low, yawning bellow escapes him, frosty white in the morning air. Mojag squints his eyes in the brightening day before slowly lumbering his way towards the river, dipping his head down first to take a drink and wet his throat before just deciding to dunk his whole face. No better way to wake up.
Maybe it was a good thing that at least one of them was a morning person. Catori seemed to find a lot about the environment that she hated, and waking up to a temperature that was too cold for even /her/ at this time of year made her shiver a bit, and shake off some of the dead grass and twigs that her back had gathered throughout the night. Though she had somewhat of a phobia of the bulls for the moment, she still stuck close to this area in case she did happen to run into a predator or something. Even with the bulls all.. uppity the way they were, she still valued the protection they gave. Pushing herself to her hooves, the cow lets out a light sigh, and heads in the direction of the river as well, having the exact same thoughts as Mojag, apparently. However, she was surprised to see the storyteller there at the bank, with his entire head dunked in the water. Giggling from afar, she stayed where she was and just watched, amusedly.
The river is not so deep that Mojag can fit his whole head in the current, but enough that it soaks the bulk of his head. He jerks his head back, tossing his antlers and casting off a shower of water with a cold-startled snort. A chill fluffs up his fur which he flattens with a shake, and only once he's cast off the worst of the cold does he spy Catori and shoots her a wry, soaked grin. "What? At least it makes me smell better than rolling in the dirt, right?"
Stepping toward the river slowly, Catori continues to smile and giggle at the silly behavior of the elk, dipping her head down and touching her lips to the water to get a drink the proper way before she spoke up to him. Keeping her distance though, she was a few yards away from him still, and rose a brow at his comment, still grinning. "Nah, now later on you'll just smell like old sweat or somethin'." She says in a joke, keeping a close eye on him to make sure that he doesn't get too close. Just because she's here at the river doesn't mean that she's buttered up to the whole idea of the rut just yet, but at least she's willing to give sociability a try.
Mojag dips his head sheepishly, letting out a long and exaggerated sigh. "I see how it is... us males can only ever smell like sweat and dirt. Alas. Ahwell, I suppose only a female can smell even sweeter than a rose, and be as bright and clean as a summer day. We males will just exist to make you ladies all the more beautiful." While he doesn't approach, he does paw absently at the stoney bank. "But, that's fine by me."
"Aw, don't be so harsh on yourself," Catori begins, taking a few steps closer to him. Though knowing her, it was probably more to joke around with him than to be sincere or even serious at all. "You males might be destined for the grimey smells of dirt and sweat, but we still put up with you." She says with her grin widening, mentally taking in all of his words and being rather impressed by them. Mojag was odd, but in a good way. Unique was probably a better word. Fun to be around, nice to talk to.. yeah, she definitely liked this male. All the more reason to take a few more steps toward him, hmm?
Mojag still holds his ground, knowing of Catori's nervousness and not wanting to spook her. He does brighten though as she comes closer, seeming certainly glad of her company. "Very true, very true. I suppose that speaks to the unending patience of the female persuasion. Still, I'll do my best to keep down the stink, for your nose's sake and... because.. you know.. I don't need to run around like some broken-antlered barbarian who'd smacked his head around a few too many times and didn't remember how to tend himself. We had one of those haunting my home herd... creepy fellow. Stand more than a bear after hibernation."
The fact that Mojag continues to stay where he is earns him some more valuable impression points, not to mention a higher level of respect for the bull. Her grin soon turns into a genuine smile, and she is soon right up at his side, pressing her nose against his neck fur and taking short breaths in. "You've got more hygiene concerns than a mother tending to her calf." She says with a little chuckle, and brushes her neck against the fur briefly, with her fear of the males apparently all gone with the way Mojag presented himself. "'Sides, I like you just the way you are anyway."
"Hey, aren't I allow to take some pride in my appearance?" Mojag says with a wide grin as she comes up to him, though at her touch one can see the inside of his ears turn blush and then near scarlet as he quietly clears his throat. "Well, I'm... glad I.. don't smell all that bad." He remarks, his grin somewhat nervous but still warm as he tacks on. "And that you like me how I am." He leans his muzzle in closer, gently touching his nose against the crown of her head. "I'm like you're how you are, too."
Keeping her muzzle tucked close to his neck, Catori closed her eyes and nodded a bit. "Mhmm, I guess so.." She responded to the first question, and kept still where she was, only moving her cheeks back and forth to use his neck ruff as a pillow of some sorts, stifling a yawn though she was certainly tired and almost felt like going to sleep right there. "You smell nice.. like a bull should smell." She says into his fur, the words muffled so that he probably couldn't even understand her, and then finally lifted her head up and brushed her muzzle rather lovingly across the underside of his chin.
Mojag shifts himself just slightly, offering a shoulder for her to lean on as he looks down onto her somewhat sleepy expression. "Mm.. maybe I'll have to see if there's any roses left from the summer. You should have some, they'd suit you - soft yet bright, careful yet warm, and always sweet." He dips down his head, brushing his water-cooled nose and muzzle against her own. "I can't think of any better representation."
"Roses?" She asks with a laugh mixed in there with the word, and continues to nuzzle at Mojag's neck, occasionally pressing her hooves up to tip-top to brush the top of her head at his chin. "You're too sweet." She says, wishing that she had a way with words like he did, but.. Catori was more of a playful type. "Maybe I oughta give you something too then, hmm?" She asks with a coy sort of smile, already her playful nature kicking in.
Mojag chuckles as he aims a playful squint in her direction, tipping his antlers to one side to add a hint of mock suspicion. "...a damp, smelly weed? Because, being a bull, I have to smell, and like a weed, you can't get rid of us. Ooorr... did you have something else in mind?" He asks with a coy trail of his voice, dipping his head so that he can brush his muzzle along the fur of her neck, inhaling her scent.
Taking a few prancing steps away, Catori leads Mojag on and lowers her voice a bit to add to the "game" that she'd started, shaking her head and taking a few more steps away, looking back as she paused a few other times, and let out a few bouts of laughter. "Nah, not a weed!" She says enthusiastically, and then lowers her ears, relaxing and motioning her head to a .. different area. One that wasn't so out in the open. "Something /much/ better than some smelly old weed.." The word 'weed' was hardly even annunciated, a giggle having taken over her words as his breath at her neck tickled a bit, and she pranced off into a more private, covered area. "Gotta catch me first, though.." An odd tone took over her voice with that, almost.. seductive?! It was new to Catori as well, but it fit the mood just fine. One more grin, and she trotted off at a leisurely pace, going on ahead but making sure Mojag was able to follow easily.
Mojag pricks forwards his ears at her words, and the implication makes him stand tall, antlers tipped proudly up to the brightening, daylight sky. Grinning, he then sweeps them down into a bow, hoof scraping at the turf as he calls out in a low and almost knightly voice, "As you wish, my lady." And then he's trotting after her with high steps, following her lead and making sure to stay close, though just far enough to make it /appear/ as if there was a race, even if the goal isn't to beat out the other but only walk alongside them.
Catori - Female Elk
Mojag - Male Elk
Setting:
Trickling River
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Early morning spreads fingers of creamy gold and pale salmon-rose, casting away the deep blue of night and hiding the stars behind high, thin, whispy clouds. On the earth below, an elk stirs, slowly rising from a thicket of sheltering trees and brambles not far from the river's edge. He shakes a blanket of leaves off his sandstone-colored coat, antlers rattling briefly against the twigs surrounding him. A low, yawning bellow escapes him, frosty white in the morning air. Mojag squints his eyes in the brightening day before slowly lumbering his way towards the river, dipping his head down first to take a drink and wet his throat before just deciding to dunk his whole face. No better way to wake up.
Maybe it was a good thing that at least one of them was a morning person. Catori seemed to find a lot about the environment that she hated, and waking up to a temperature that was too cold for even /her/ at this time of year made her shiver a bit, and shake off some of the dead grass and twigs that her back had gathered throughout the night. Though she had somewhat of a phobia of the bulls for the moment, she still stuck close to this area in case she did happen to run into a predator or something. Even with the bulls all.. uppity the way they were, she still valued the protection they gave. Pushing herself to her hooves, the cow lets out a light sigh, and heads in the direction of the river as well, having the exact same thoughts as Mojag, apparently. However, she was surprised to see the storyteller there at the bank, with his entire head dunked in the water. Giggling from afar, she stayed where she was and just watched, amusedly.
The river is not so deep that Mojag can fit his whole head in the current, but enough that it soaks the bulk of his head. He jerks his head back, tossing his antlers and casting off a shower of water with a cold-startled snort. A chill fluffs up his fur which he flattens with a shake, and only once he's cast off the worst of the cold does he spy Catori and shoots her a wry, soaked grin. "What? At least it makes me smell better than rolling in the dirt, right?"
Stepping toward the river slowly, Catori continues to smile and giggle at the silly behavior of the elk, dipping her head down and touching her lips to the water to get a drink the proper way before she spoke up to him. Keeping her distance though, she was a few yards away from him still, and rose a brow at his comment, still grinning. "Nah, now later on you'll just smell like old sweat or somethin'." She says in a joke, keeping a close eye on him to make sure that he doesn't get too close. Just because she's here at the river doesn't mean that she's buttered up to the whole idea of the rut just yet, but at least she's willing to give sociability a try.
Mojag dips his head sheepishly, letting out a long and exaggerated sigh. "I see how it is... us males can only ever smell like sweat and dirt. Alas. Ahwell, I suppose only a female can smell even sweeter than a rose, and be as bright and clean as a summer day. We males will just exist to make you ladies all the more beautiful." While he doesn't approach, he does paw absently at the stoney bank. "But, that's fine by me."
"Aw, don't be so harsh on yourself," Catori begins, taking a few steps closer to him. Though knowing her, it was probably more to joke around with him than to be sincere or even serious at all. "You males might be destined for the grimey smells of dirt and sweat, but we still put up with you." She says with her grin widening, mentally taking in all of his words and being rather impressed by them. Mojag was odd, but in a good way. Unique was probably a better word. Fun to be around, nice to talk to.. yeah, she definitely liked this male. All the more reason to take a few more steps toward him, hmm?
Mojag still holds his ground, knowing of Catori's nervousness and not wanting to spook her. He does brighten though as she comes closer, seeming certainly glad of her company. "Very true, very true. I suppose that speaks to the unending patience of the female persuasion. Still, I'll do my best to keep down the stink, for your nose's sake and... because.. you know.. I don't need to run around like some broken-antlered barbarian who'd smacked his head around a few too many times and didn't remember how to tend himself. We had one of those haunting my home herd... creepy fellow. Stand more than a bear after hibernation."
The fact that Mojag continues to stay where he is earns him some more valuable impression points, not to mention a higher level of respect for the bull. Her grin soon turns into a genuine smile, and she is soon right up at his side, pressing her nose against his neck fur and taking short breaths in. "You've got more hygiene concerns than a mother tending to her calf." She says with a little chuckle, and brushes her neck against the fur briefly, with her fear of the males apparently all gone with the way Mojag presented himself. "'Sides, I like you just the way you are anyway."
"Hey, aren't I allow to take some pride in my appearance?" Mojag says with a wide grin as she comes up to him, though at her touch one can see the inside of his ears turn blush and then near scarlet as he quietly clears his throat. "Well, I'm... glad I.. don't smell all that bad." He remarks, his grin somewhat nervous but still warm as he tacks on. "And that you like me how I am." He leans his muzzle in closer, gently touching his nose against the crown of her head. "I'm like you're how you are, too."
Keeping her muzzle tucked close to his neck, Catori closed her eyes and nodded a bit. "Mhmm, I guess so.." She responded to the first question, and kept still where she was, only moving her cheeks back and forth to use his neck ruff as a pillow of some sorts, stifling a yawn though she was certainly tired and almost felt like going to sleep right there. "You smell nice.. like a bull should smell." She says into his fur, the words muffled so that he probably couldn't even understand her, and then finally lifted her head up and brushed her muzzle rather lovingly across the underside of his chin.
Mojag shifts himself just slightly, offering a shoulder for her to lean on as he looks down onto her somewhat sleepy expression. "Mm.. maybe I'll have to see if there's any roses left from the summer. You should have some, they'd suit you - soft yet bright, careful yet warm, and always sweet." He dips down his head, brushing his water-cooled nose and muzzle against her own. "I can't think of any better representation."
"Roses?" She asks with a laugh mixed in there with the word, and continues to nuzzle at Mojag's neck, occasionally pressing her hooves up to tip-top to brush the top of her head at his chin. "You're too sweet." She says, wishing that she had a way with words like he did, but.. Catori was more of a playful type. "Maybe I oughta give you something too then, hmm?" She asks with a coy sort of smile, already her playful nature kicking in.
Mojag chuckles as he aims a playful squint in her direction, tipping his antlers to one side to add a hint of mock suspicion. "...a damp, smelly weed? Because, being a bull, I have to smell, and like a weed, you can't get rid of us. Ooorr... did you have something else in mind?" He asks with a coy trail of his voice, dipping his head so that he can brush his muzzle along the fur of her neck, inhaling her scent.
Taking a few prancing steps away, Catori leads Mojag on and lowers her voice a bit to add to the "game" that she'd started, shaking her head and taking a few more steps away, looking back as she paused a few other times, and let out a few bouts of laughter. "Nah, not a weed!" She says enthusiastically, and then lowers her ears, relaxing and motioning her head to a .. different area. One that wasn't so out in the open. "Something /much/ better than some smelly old weed.." The word 'weed' was hardly even annunciated, a giggle having taken over her words as his breath at her neck tickled a bit, and she pranced off into a more private, covered area. "Gotta catch me first, though.." An odd tone took over her voice with that, almost.. seductive?! It was new to Catori as well, but it fit the mood just fine. One more grin, and she trotted off at a leisurely pace, going on ahead but making sure Mojag was able to follow easily.
Mojag pricks forwards his ears at her words, and the implication makes him stand tall, antlers tipped proudly up to the brightening, daylight sky. Grinning, he then sweeps them down into a bow, hoof scraping at the turf as he calls out in a low and almost knightly voice, "As you wish, my lady." And then he's trotting after her with high steps, following her lead and making sure to stay close, though just far enough to make it /appear/ as if there was a race, even if the goal isn't to beat out the other but only walk alongside them.