Post by Sohtoh on Jan 10, 2010 2:12:43 GMT -5
Starring:
Tehya - Female Whitetail Deer Fawn
Chanson - Male Whitetail Deer
Roscoe - Male Whitetail Deer
Setting:
Maple Glade
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Chanson isn't out to put on a show today. But he is cutting a rather impressive figure as he stands in the midst of the golden light filtering down into the trees, amidst the carpet of fallen leaves. His antlers are of course coming along nicely, and he nibbles on some leaves as he passes by, keeping a sharp eye out for what Roscoe termed 'serious predators.' If he's ever going to make a good show this winter he needs to try and be just as tough and alert as Roscoe is. He knows Roscoe is 'the protector' and everything, but Chanson has no intention of being lazy while Roscoe does the heavy lifting. And who knows? If he makes himself distinguished enough maybe Roscoe might even become friendlier, like Chanson has seen glimpses of every now and again.
As usual, Roscoe is keeping an eye on the glade. The scent of Tix is still in the air here, and he's not quite sure if she's left with the two fawns just yet. Yes, two. After meeting back up with her the day previous and apologizing profusely for the horrendous behavior at their son's birth, he discovered that she too gave birth to twins. A young male and female, the male being the piebald, and the female of normal coloring. Though thankful for that, he was not about to disown his only son for something as trivial and as unfair as what color pelt he was born with. So obviously, the Prince was in a better mood than usual. Though, he still looked as stern and serious as ever as he came to be perched upon the vantage point of the one good hill in the glade. From this point, he saw Chanson, and sighted lightly. He made no attempt to talk to the other male, and merely nodded his head toward him should the other buck look up to see.
It's almost like Chanson was on the lookout specifically for Roscoe, for he notices him quite quickly. "Hi!" he says cheerfully, but quickly and in a subdued manner. "Roscoe. Hi. Working hard, yep. See anything so far?" he asks quietly, moving a few steps towards him.
The other buck's immediate regard of him suprises Roscoe to some extent, and his ears cup forward, his brow raising and a small grin appearing. "Chanson. Good morning." This is said in a kind tone of voice, much unlike the way that Roscoe usually addressed Chanson, which was often reluctantly or not at all. Shaking his head slowly, he takes in a breath. "Nothing so far. But the day is young yet, and there is much travelling to do."
Chanson catches the politeness in Roscoe's tone. This is both surprising and pleasantly unexpected. Emboldened, the buck takes a few steps closer, smiling pleasantly. "Ahh... of course. Right. Yeah. Gotta stay on the lookout." He cranes his neck and glances here and there, ears perked. "So, uh... how're your... fawns?" he asks quietly, remembering that was something of a sore spot with him, from what he could see. He didn't want to ruin his apparently good mood or anything. Roscoe could turn hostile at any moment, and Chanson's desire for approval always makes him feel as though he's treading on dry leaves.
"Yes.." he draws out, and blinks slowly, casting his eyes over the land at a leisurely pace. At times, he doesn't want to go out and scour the forest for other deer, or danger, or anything of the sort. This morning would lead into one of those days. Now that he knows that he has a second fawn, now that Tix is near and has forgiven him, his selfish side wants to stay and spend time with his family. However, he knows the sacrifices of being a leader all too well, and will not even consider for a moment skipping out on his duties for a mere want. The mention of his fawns results in a sideways glance at the younger stag, and Roscoe's grin remains; even a chuckle escapes him. "Good, thank you. How are yours?"
Chanson says, "Oh... perfect," Chanson answers with a short, dreamy smile. "It's all so... perfect, Roscoe," he remarks. "Like... I never thought it'd be like this. Dad gave the impression you don't care a whole lot for kids. They're born and you just make sure they grow up, but. Wow. Seeing them... it was incredible." He's speaking in a near whisper. "I'd have never known this unless I came here. Met Aspen." He shakes his head, making his growing antlers bob around. "I hope they make good playmates.""
The reaction that he gets from Chanson is a little concerning. Happy though he should be that his fawns are well, the elder buck's grin fades and he finds himself staring off into the distance for a minute. "I'm happy for you, Chanson. You and Aspen. You seem to make great parents for your .. children." He says, almost giving in and saying 'little ones,' but refraining and using a less cutesy term. Clearing his throat and looking back down at the younger male, he continued. "We must keep our distance, as fathers. ..It.. it seems like a horrible thing to say, but at this time especially. Let them grow, with their mother. When they are old enough, they will ask about us, and then we will be more able to provide them with the knowledge they seek." Nodding his head, his grin reappeared. "As for now, we don't have much to offer them. They want what we cannot provide, but their mothers can, and that is nutrition." My, Roscoe was sure talkative today.
"Uh... really?" Chanson asks when Roscoe gives him his advice. "Huh. I thought you said... not to do what my own father did," he says quietly. "He was... well. He took being distant to a whole new level. But I guess... you're right. We can't really give them what they *need* right now, and... well. Being a guardian is a full time job." He looks at Roscoe out of the side of his eye. "I'm glad I got you around to talk to, you know."
With a blink, Roscoe regards Chanson's retort, and nods his head gently. A small grin forms, and he explains. "Perhaps not be as distant as your father, but let them grow when they are this young. Things.. happen." He said, and the grin faded. Fawns were a precious commodity, and fragile to boot. Anything could put them in harms way. It may have seemed cold, but the dominant male simply believed that the bucks should have next to nothing to do with the fawns until that coming fall. With his ears flicking backward in thought, Chanson's appreciation for him being there was.. odd. Raising a brow, Roscoe moved one of his hind legs backwards, one solitary step backward. "..Thank you."
Tehya hears voices as she wakes up. She carefully stretchs her neck and looks around and sees 2 very giant deers. She then looks around the place and sees no one is moving around. Then gets an idea. As she stands up and stretchs some. Then she starts to search around the area looking for something.
Chanson nods slowy in return, looking away again. Apparently, Roscoe couldn't even take a compliment without freaking out. "I suppose there's a good and a bad way to do it," he continues, planning on taking Roscoe's advice, kind of, for the most part. But he also intends to keep his promise to Aspen after the end of this winter. He had them to go back to, however far away he got until then. "Things are kinda looking up, though, with the fawns being born and everything."
Roscoe simply felt that he didn't deserve the gratitude. Being the leader, was it not part of his responsibility, from time to time, to give advice to the members of the herd? This younger stag seemed to require a great deal of advice, if only for his own self reassurance. That was all fine and well, but being thanked for it was.. awkward. Nodding his head again, he took in a breath, and looked over to his daughter playing in the further proximity of the area. He didn't smile, he didn't move at all. He merely watched her, and then his crimson eyes fell back to Chanson. "I'm sure things will go right back to the way they were soon enough."
Tehya forgot what she was searching for. At about this time a butterfly comes flying in. As she goes chasing after it for a bit. Then stops chasing it. As she then begines to explore the area she is in.
Chanson is silent for several minutes, just watching Tehya gambol about before them. "Really? Cause the way things were earlier I kinda hated you," he says with a little half-smile. "Of course... if you were getting *used* to that..."
Though he feels a twinge of concern for the fawn, he doesn't bother to keep much of an eye out for her at the moment. Exploring the glade would not lead her to any danger, and he would find her if she did wander off to far. However, his attention was focused mostly on the verbally responsive buck before him. Watching him watching the fawn. It was strange how enthralled Chanson was with the young deer, as if he'd never seen them before. Or perhaps Roscoe's distance exhibited less time with the youth? Either way, his expression doesn't break; stern, but apathetic. "I'm not here to be liked." He said in a half-cold sort of way, and turned his side in order to look in some other direction. "I'm just here to protect."
Tehya in her exploring of the glade. She encounters a log that is not small enough to hop over. She stops and looks at for a moment or two as she decides what to do. Then tries to jump up over the log and ends up stardled over the log with her front legs over the log and her back legs still not over. As she then begins to scabble to try to get her hind legs over the log.
Chanson rolls his eyes. Even when he means things as a joke, Roscoe takes it the strangest of ways. "Then why are you talking to me?" he asks him a little pointedly. "You don't just go through life hoping you never connect to anyone, Roscoe. I'd know. I've been as alone as you, you know. Like you said... things happen. No matter how much you guard yourself against it. Beasts come, and they... go. And don't tell you're happy when they do." He's silent after that, also turning away, as if they're trying to have a not-stare-at-each-other contest. Though seeing Tehya's antics out the corner of his eye makes him smile again, just slightly.
Really, why were so many of the herd on his case about being distant? So what if he was? One less being they would have to deal with. Expressing a heavy sigh, the dominant male took another step back and shook his head. "You don't understand." He said simply, and rolled his own eyes. He wasn't going to argue about his sociability with someone else. He knew what he wanted with the herd, and it was up to them if they decided to understand him or not. Which, he didn't give a hoot if they did, or if they didn't. Roscoe would stand by his defense of being a -protector- and not a -friend.- A brief look toward Tehya results in yet another lack of emotion, as his ears turn forward, and his other hind leg moves backward, as if trying to slowly back himself away from the both of them.
Tehya finally makes it over the log and turns around and looks at it again for a second and shakes her head at it. Then turns around and starts to explore the glade. As she is exploring she trips over a root hidden by the grass but manages to stay upright. As she turns around fast to see who or what tripped her but sees nothing. As she gets a confused look on her face.
Chanson wouldn't find it so hard to deal with Roscoe's indifference to everything if he didn't have the annoying habit of pointing out that he didn't care about anything! It's enough to make his head spin. "If you say so, Roscoe," he says, dropping the point like a mouthful of so many bad berries.
Tehya - Female Whitetail Deer Fawn
Chanson - Male Whitetail Deer
Roscoe - Male Whitetail Deer
Setting:
Maple Glade
-----------------------
Chanson isn't out to put on a show today. But he is cutting a rather impressive figure as he stands in the midst of the golden light filtering down into the trees, amidst the carpet of fallen leaves. His antlers are of course coming along nicely, and he nibbles on some leaves as he passes by, keeping a sharp eye out for what Roscoe termed 'serious predators.' If he's ever going to make a good show this winter he needs to try and be just as tough and alert as Roscoe is. He knows Roscoe is 'the protector' and everything, but Chanson has no intention of being lazy while Roscoe does the heavy lifting. And who knows? If he makes himself distinguished enough maybe Roscoe might even become friendlier, like Chanson has seen glimpses of every now and again.
As usual, Roscoe is keeping an eye on the glade. The scent of Tix is still in the air here, and he's not quite sure if she's left with the two fawns just yet. Yes, two. After meeting back up with her the day previous and apologizing profusely for the horrendous behavior at their son's birth, he discovered that she too gave birth to twins. A young male and female, the male being the piebald, and the female of normal coloring. Though thankful for that, he was not about to disown his only son for something as trivial and as unfair as what color pelt he was born with. So obviously, the Prince was in a better mood than usual. Though, he still looked as stern and serious as ever as he came to be perched upon the vantage point of the one good hill in the glade. From this point, he saw Chanson, and sighted lightly. He made no attempt to talk to the other male, and merely nodded his head toward him should the other buck look up to see.
It's almost like Chanson was on the lookout specifically for Roscoe, for he notices him quite quickly. "Hi!" he says cheerfully, but quickly and in a subdued manner. "Roscoe. Hi. Working hard, yep. See anything so far?" he asks quietly, moving a few steps towards him.
The other buck's immediate regard of him suprises Roscoe to some extent, and his ears cup forward, his brow raising and a small grin appearing. "Chanson. Good morning." This is said in a kind tone of voice, much unlike the way that Roscoe usually addressed Chanson, which was often reluctantly or not at all. Shaking his head slowly, he takes in a breath. "Nothing so far. But the day is young yet, and there is much travelling to do."
Chanson catches the politeness in Roscoe's tone. This is both surprising and pleasantly unexpected. Emboldened, the buck takes a few steps closer, smiling pleasantly. "Ahh... of course. Right. Yeah. Gotta stay on the lookout." He cranes his neck and glances here and there, ears perked. "So, uh... how're your... fawns?" he asks quietly, remembering that was something of a sore spot with him, from what he could see. He didn't want to ruin his apparently good mood or anything. Roscoe could turn hostile at any moment, and Chanson's desire for approval always makes him feel as though he's treading on dry leaves.
"Yes.." he draws out, and blinks slowly, casting his eyes over the land at a leisurely pace. At times, he doesn't want to go out and scour the forest for other deer, or danger, or anything of the sort. This morning would lead into one of those days. Now that he knows that he has a second fawn, now that Tix is near and has forgiven him, his selfish side wants to stay and spend time with his family. However, he knows the sacrifices of being a leader all too well, and will not even consider for a moment skipping out on his duties for a mere want. The mention of his fawns results in a sideways glance at the younger stag, and Roscoe's grin remains; even a chuckle escapes him. "Good, thank you. How are yours?"
Chanson says, "Oh... perfect," Chanson answers with a short, dreamy smile. "It's all so... perfect, Roscoe," he remarks. "Like... I never thought it'd be like this. Dad gave the impression you don't care a whole lot for kids. They're born and you just make sure they grow up, but. Wow. Seeing them... it was incredible." He's speaking in a near whisper. "I'd have never known this unless I came here. Met Aspen." He shakes his head, making his growing antlers bob around. "I hope they make good playmates.""
The reaction that he gets from Chanson is a little concerning. Happy though he should be that his fawns are well, the elder buck's grin fades and he finds himself staring off into the distance for a minute. "I'm happy for you, Chanson. You and Aspen. You seem to make great parents for your .. children." He says, almost giving in and saying 'little ones,' but refraining and using a less cutesy term. Clearing his throat and looking back down at the younger male, he continued. "We must keep our distance, as fathers. ..It.. it seems like a horrible thing to say, but at this time especially. Let them grow, with their mother. When they are old enough, they will ask about us, and then we will be more able to provide them with the knowledge they seek." Nodding his head, his grin reappeared. "As for now, we don't have much to offer them. They want what we cannot provide, but their mothers can, and that is nutrition." My, Roscoe was sure talkative today.
"Uh... really?" Chanson asks when Roscoe gives him his advice. "Huh. I thought you said... not to do what my own father did," he says quietly. "He was... well. He took being distant to a whole new level. But I guess... you're right. We can't really give them what they *need* right now, and... well. Being a guardian is a full time job." He looks at Roscoe out of the side of his eye. "I'm glad I got you around to talk to, you know."
With a blink, Roscoe regards Chanson's retort, and nods his head gently. A small grin forms, and he explains. "Perhaps not be as distant as your father, but let them grow when they are this young. Things.. happen." He said, and the grin faded. Fawns were a precious commodity, and fragile to boot. Anything could put them in harms way. It may have seemed cold, but the dominant male simply believed that the bucks should have next to nothing to do with the fawns until that coming fall. With his ears flicking backward in thought, Chanson's appreciation for him being there was.. odd. Raising a brow, Roscoe moved one of his hind legs backwards, one solitary step backward. "..Thank you."
Tehya hears voices as she wakes up. She carefully stretchs her neck and looks around and sees 2 very giant deers. She then looks around the place and sees no one is moving around. Then gets an idea. As she stands up and stretchs some. Then she starts to search around the area looking for something.
Chanson nods slowy in return, looking away again. Apparently, Roscoe couldn't even take a compliment without freaking out. "I suppose there's a good and a bad way to do it," he continues, planning on taking Roscoe's advice, kind of, for the most part. But he also intends to keep his promise to Aspen after the end of this winter. He had them to go back to, however far away he got until then. "Things are kinda looking up, though, with the fawns being born and everything."
Roscoe simply felt that he didn't deserve the gratitude. Being the leader, was it not part of his responsibility, from time to time, to give advice to the members of the herd? This younger stag seemed to require a great deal of advice, if only for his own self reassurance. That was all fine and well, but being thanked for it was.. awkward. Nodding his head again, he took in a breath, and looked over to his daughter playing in the further proximity of the area. He didn't smile, he didn't move at all. He merely watched her, and then his crimson eyes fell back to Chanson. "I'm sure things will go right back to the way they were soon enough."
Tehya forgot what she was searching for. At about this time a butterfly comes flying in. As she goes chasing after it for a bit. Then stops chasing it. As she then begines to explore the area she is in.
Chanson is silent for several minutes, just watching Tehya gambol about before them. "Really? Cause the way things were earlier I kinda hated you," he says with a little half-smile. "Of course... if you were getting *used* to that..."
Though he feels a twinge of concern for the fawn, he doesn't bother to keep much of an eye out for her at the moment. Exploring the glade would not lead her to any danger, and he would find her if she did wander off to far. However, his attention was focused mostly on the verbally responsive buck before him. Watching him watching the fawn. It was strange how enthralled Chanson was with the young deer, as if he'd never seen them before. Or perhaps Roscoe's distance exhibited less time with the youth? Either way, his expression doesn't break; stern, but apathetic. "I'm not here to be liked." He said in a half-cold sort of way, and turned his side in order to look in some other direction. "I'm just here to protect."
Tehya in her exploring of the glade. She encounters a log that is not small enough to hop over. She stops and looks at for a moment or two as she decides what to do. Then tries to jump up over the log and ends up stardled over the log with her front legs over the log and her back legs still not over. As she then begins to scabble to try to get her hind legs over the log.
Chanson rolls his eyes. Even when he means things as a joke, Roscoe takes it the strangest of ways. "Then why are you talking to me?" he asks him a little pointedly. "You don't just go through life hoping you never connect to anyone, Roscoe. I'd know. I've been as alone as you, you know. Like you said... things happen. No matter how much you guard yourself against it. Beasts come, and they... go. And don't tell you're happy when they do." He's silent after that, also turning away, as if they're trying to have a not-stare-at-each-other contest. Though seeing Tehya's antics out the corner of his eye makes him smile again, just slightly.
Really, why were so many of the herd on his case about being distant? So what if he was? One less being they would have to deal with. Expressing a heavy sigh, the dominant male took another step back and shook his head. "You don't understand." He said simply, and rolled his own eyes. He wasn't going to argue about his sociability with someone else. He knew what he wanted with the herd, and it was up to them if they decided to understand him or not. Which, he didn't give a hoot if they did, or if they didn't. Roscoe would stand by his defense of being a -protector- and not a -friend.- A brief look toward Tehya results in yet another lack of emotion, as his ears turn forward, and his other hind leg moves backward, as if trying to slowly back himself away from the both of them.
Tehya finally makes it over the log and turns around and looks at it again for a second and shakes her head at it. Then turns around and starts to explore the glade. As she is exploring she trips over a root hidden by the grass but manages to stay upright. As she turns around fast to see who or what tripped her but sees nothing. As she gets a confused look on her face.
Chanson wouldn't find it so hard to deal with Roscoe's indifference to everything if he didn't have the annoying habit of pointing out that he didn't care about anything! It's enough to make his head spin. "If you say so, Roscoe," he says, dropping the point like a mouthful of so many bad berries.