Post by Sohtoh on Oct 11, 2010 13:29:31 GMT -5
Starring:
Awinita - Female Whitetail Deer
Roscoe - Male Whitetail Deer
Setting:
Maple Glade
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OOC Note: Implied 'brb, gonna go make a fawn' at the end. Durr.
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Even though she never formally spoke to any herd leader, Awinita had somehow become an integrated 'member'. Even she's still unsure how it happened. She's spent longer here than anywhere else, which is very uncharacteristic ofthe restless doe. Perhaps she's just charmed her way in with her odd manner and strange ways, intruiging Tehya and Dilani with outlandish tales, frightening a mother-to-be when she burst from the brush, coyote howling obscenities at her retreating hooves...yes, she likes it here. At the moment, she is bent low, searching for shoots of grass to nibble on, ears flicked back and eyes half shut in a tired sort of way.
Winter has set in long ago and already the glade is covered in a thick blanket of snow. Roscoe has been around the area, but has become slack with his care of the land in making sure that it was safely marked for the rest of his herd, and for others to heed warning that this was, indeed, his land. Exhaling through his nostrils, the aristocratic, aging buck steps lightly through the snow, getting around the infinite obstacle quite gracefully and without much sound. With his breath visable, he lets out a snort at the vaguely unfamiliar scent of a doe lurking around, stronger now than at other times of the year given that this was in fact the rut. Perking his hears forward, Roscoe's large, grey-ish brown frame is still well-camoflagued even through all the white, and he stays quiet until he can find the doe.
Awinita is unaware she's being 'tracked'. She merely goes about her business, nosing through the snow to pull up the remnants of some sad, brown roots. All in all, an unsatisfying meal. She's not far from Roscoe, and she unwittingly brings herself closer when she lifts her head and meanders aimlessly in that direction. Its a lazy day, thoughts of a woodland stroll cross her mind, so she pauses and yawns. Walk, or nap. Oh decisions, decisions.
When he sees that the doe is wandering his way, he immediately figures that she is of a careless mind. Not that that's a bad thing, she just wasn't on her full guard. The threat of man was minimal to the extreme here though, and there weren't many predatory scents lingering in his glade either. So, it was okay if she wasn't aware of every little motion in the forest. However, he does clear his throat and straighten himself out the moment he can actually see her, and hopefully, she'd have heard him this time.
Awinita turns lazily to stare at him. She has a moment of pause where she catches his scent and attributes it to the marked territory and blinks. What to say to the leader, one of obvious importance? "Evening." She shakes some stray snowflakes from her back. "Chilly day, eh?" Thats just how she is. Casual, everyone is the same in her eyes - leader or not.
Somewhat amused and somewhat annoyed with the lazy nature of the nameless doe, Roscoe quirks a brow and gives a silent nod of his head, tiny piles of gathered up snow falling from his large rack of antlers. "It was, yes." Keeping himself still, the large buck looks up to the sky and takes a bit of comfort in the coming night. He always did enjoy winter evenings far better than the days. "I believe I've met you before, but I can't recall you're name." He says, sounding professional but yet apologetic at the same time. It was rude to forget anyone's name, after all.
She acknowledges her introduction with the slightest dips of the head. "Er, yeah. 'M Awinita, Nita for short. Your...Roscoe right? Tehya talks about you all the time." She notes his antlers - yep, defnitely the head honcho here. No one else would want to carry that much around. He seems to be a staightbacked, snobbish type, so she pulls herself up slightly higher, letting her long legs stand closer together, pushing herself into a forced grace. Them big bucks appreciate that, or so she's been told.
"Nice to meet you again, Awinita." He says as kindly as one of his ego can, and gives another nod of his head. "Tehya is my eldest daughter." Content to know that Tehya speaks of him, it's only afterward that he wonders if it's well, or ill-speak that she continues on with. His lack of interest in raising her, or her younger half-sister for that matter after the disappearance of their mothers could be harsh on his reputation.. but really, it wasn't his responsibility. Taking a step forward, nothing or no one should expect that he not be interested in the doe's scent at this time of year. "Who else have you talked to, around here?" Not Chanson, hopefully. Or whatever other bucks continued to linger around.
"Pleasure." She returns, ears flicking forward as he approaches. "Yes, she speaks highly of you. Uh, yeah she's nice." She didn't really have an end in mind fr that sentence when she started it, so it trails off. "I'm a bit of a recluse, so mainly the younger ones, Dawn and Dilani, Tehya, etcetera. I wasn't planning on staying so long, but I lingered and next thing I know its winter and I don't really have a choice. Heh." On top of this, her instinct is chaining her here, screaming to follow natural order, settle down. A prospect she finds terrifying, but is starting to lose the resistance to.
"Dilana." He corrects absent-mindedly, and nods once again. "I'm glad that you've stuck around. You'll find that the glade and the areas around here are quite safe, especially under the care of the herd." Well. That might've just been him bragging, as there was little to no contact with the rest of the herd in quite a while, except for does mingling with does and the elk doing their thing. As usual, he'd been the recluse as well. "I do hope you decide to stick around after the spring thaw as well." Grinning just a bit, it's kind of blatanly obvious that he's pushing the niceties. But hey, at least he's /being/ nice.
"Didn't I say that?" she wonders, equally as absentmindedly. "I am too, its...very nice here. I like it - though, the, uh, bucks have been more than restless lately. Been hiding in the woods all rut." She says, slightly exasperated. She doesn't even bother trying push niceities, she's too...open about everything - blunt, to say the least.
No, she didn't say that, but he wasn't going to correct her about it. "Glad that you like it. It was beautiful in autumn, wasn't it?" He asks, looking up to the sparse canopy of twigs and still clinging, dried out leaves above their heads. Not long ago though, they would've been lush, rich maple trees in all sorts of pretty colors. Autumn was his favorite time of the year, and especially in the glade. The mention of other bucks has Roscoe's attention though, and his ears press forward, followed by an inhale and a slight tilt-up of his muzzle. "They have.. have you met any others?"
"It was." She agrees with a nod. "And a few. Never got any names, just senseless chatter. Bunch of young idiots just trying to 'get to know' the new doe." She rolls her shoulders frward and gives a short laugh. This guys regal, seasoned, not just some green young buck. Could be interesting.
Happy that she didn't particularly seem to care for any of the 'young idiot' bucks, Roscoe smirks just a bit and makes sure to stand up straighter and maybe even tilt his head upward some more so that Awinita can get a better look at just how amazingly awesome his antlers are. "Well, sorry that you had to be subjected to that. Had I seen any of them beforehand I would've made sure they stayed away from you."
"Ha, thanks mate. Nice antlers, by the way." She says, stifling a snort at his discreetly showy behavoir. "Thats an awesome offer, thanks." She doesn't mention that she is pretty snazzy at keeping ehrself keen on her own, but she's curious to see where this conversation goes. Naturally, the power-seeking light clicks on in the back of her head. She can get close to this guy, move on up in the herd and have her own slice of immunity from...well she doesn't know from what. She's not one for politics. Sounds like a good plan in her head, though.
Well, Roscoe did go through a lot to make sure he had a good pair of antlers. A good diet mostly, that was most important. That and avoiding injury, which was relatively easy for most of the year. But the compliment to his antlers does give him a bit more of an ego boost; as if he needed any, and with as much of a charming smile as Roscoe could give, he took another few steps forward and gave his ears and tail a flick. Sizing her up, maybe, but he doesn't say anything else.
Bucks are all the same, when you get down to it. This is something she learned early on in life. But she can play him too, because she could use with an ego boost herself the doe straightens, lifting her chin slightly. Making herself look desireable, which is something she rarely attempts. Why would she? But this...this is an experiment. This gives her reason.
As highly as Roscoe thought of himself, Awinita's thinking was right. At the core, he had one instinct at the moment, and no amount of flattery or conversation would deter him from it, even if it meant the doe ran off and he didn't get to fulfill the purpose of the rut. But, no matter. He would still try, and given that she gave him that look, chances were good for Roscoe.
"Hm." Nita hums, one ear ficking forward in interest, one hoove rising momentarily to bring her into movement. It feels like something unspoken to her, and she turns slowly, purposefully begins to trek for the woods, throwing one, meaningful look over her shoulder. What was there to say? Conversation always mucks things up.
Awinita - Female Whitetail Deer
Roscoe - Male Whitetail Deer
Setting:
Maple Glade
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OOC Note: Implied 'brb, gonna go make a fawn' at the end. Durr.
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Even though she never formally spoke to any herd leader, Awinita had somehow become an integrated 'member'. Even she's still unsure how it happened. She's spent longer here than anywhere else, which is very uncharacteristic ofthe restless doe. Perhaps she's just charmed her way in with her odd manner and strange ways, intruiging Tehya and Dilani with outlandish tales, frightening a mother-to-be when she burst from the brush, coyote howling obscenities at her retreating hooves...yes, she likes it here. At the moment, she is bent low, searching for shoots of grass to nibble on, ears flicked back and eyes half shut in a tired sort of way.
Winter has set in long ago and already the glade is covered in a thick blanket of snow. Roscoe has been around the area, but has become slack with his care of the land in making sure that it was safely marked for the rest of his herd, and for others to heed warning that this was, indeed, his land. Exhaling through his nostrils, the aristocratic, aging buck steps lightly through the snow, getting around the infinite obstacle quite gracefully and without much sound. With his breath visable, he lets out a snort at the vaguely unfamiliar scent of a doe lurking around, stronger now than at other times of the year given that this was in fact the rut. Perking his hears forward, Roscoe's large, grey-ish brown frame is still well-camoflagued even through all the white, and he stays quiet until he can find the doe.
Awinita is unaware she's being 'tracked'. She merely goes about her business, nosing through the snow to pull up the remnants of some sad, brown roots. All in all, an unsatisfying meal. She's not far from Roscoe, and she unwittingly brings herself closer when she lifts her head and meanders aimlessly in that direction. Its a lazy day, thoughts of a woodland stroll cross her mind, so she pauses and yawns. Walk, or nap. Oh decisions, decisions.
When he sees that the doe is wandering his way, he immediately figures that she is of a careless mind. Not that that's a bad thing, she just wasn't on her full guard. The threat of man was minimal to the extreme here though, and there weren't many predatory scents lingering in his glade either. So, it was okay if she wasn't aware of every little motion in the forest. However, he does clear his throat and straighten himself out the moment he can actually see her, and hopefully, she'd have heard him this time.
Awinita turns lazily to stare at him. She has a moment of pause where she catches his scent and attributes it to the marked territory and blinks. What to say to the leader, one of obvious importance? "Evening." She shakes some stray snowflakes from her back. "Chilly day, eh?" Thats just how she is. Casual, everyone is the same in her eyes - leader or not.
Somewhat amused and somewhat annoyed with the lazy nature of the nameless doe, Roscoe quirks a brow and gives a silent nod of his head, tiny piles of gathered up snow falling from his large rack of antlers. "It was, yes." Keeping himself still, the large buck looks up to the sky and takes a bit of comfort in the coming night. He always did enjoy winter evenings far better than the days. "I believe I've met you before, but I can't recall you're name." He says, sounding professional but yet apologetic at the same time. It was rude to forget anyone's name, after all.
She acknowledges her introduction with the slightest dips of the head. "Er, yeah. 'M Awinita, Nita for short. Your...Roscoe right? Tehya talks about you all the time." She notes his antlers - yep, defnitely the head honcho here. No one else would want to carry that much around. He seems to be a staightbacked, snobbish type, so she pulls herself up slightly higher, letting her long legs stand closer together, pushing herself into a forced grace. Them big bucks appreciate that, or so she's been told.
"Nice to meet you again, Awinita." He says as kindly as one of his ego can, and gives another nod of his head. "Tehya is my eldest daughter." Content to know that Tehya speaks of him, it's only afterward that he wonders if it's well, or ill-speak that she continues on with. His lack of interest in raising her, or her younger half-sister for that matter after the disappearance of their mothers could be harsh on his reputation.. but really, it wasn't his responsibility. Taking a step forward, nothing or no one should expect that he not be interested in the doe's scent at this time of year. "Who else have you talked to, around here?" Not Chanson, hopefully. Or whatever other bucks continued to linger around.
"Pleasure." She returns, ears flicking forward as he approaches. "Yes, she speaks highly of you. Uh, yeah she's nice." She didn't really have an end in mind fr that sentence when she started it, so it trails off. "I'm a bit of a recluse, so mainly the younger ones, Dawn and Dilani, Tehya, etcetera. I wasn't planning on staying so long, but I lingered and next thing I know its winter and I don't really have a choice. Heh." On top of this, her instinct is chaining her here, screaming to follow natural order, settle down. A prospect she finds terrifying, but is starting to lose the resistance to.
"Dilana." He corrects absent-mindedly, and nods once again. "I'm glad that you've stuck around. You'll find that the glade and the areas around here are quite safe, especially under the care of the herd." Well. That might've just been him bragging, as there was little to no contact with the rest of the herd in quite a while, except for does mingling with does and the elk doing their thing. As usual, he'd been the recluse as well. "I do hope you decide to stick around after the spring thaw as well." Grinning just a bit, it's kind of blatanly obvious that he's pushing the niceties. But hey, at least he's /being/ nice.
"Didn't I say that?" she wonders, equally as absentmindedly. "I am too, its...very nice here. I like it - though, the, uh, bucks have been more than restless lately. Been hiding in the woods all rut." She says, slightly exasperated. She doesn't even bother trying push niceities, she's too...open about everything - blunt, to say the least.
No, she didn't say that, but he wasn't going to correct her about it. "Glad that you like it. It was beautiful in autumn, wasn't it?" He asks, looking up to the sparse canopy of twigs and still clinging, dried out leaves above their heads. Not long ago though, they would've been lush, rich maple trees in all sorts of pretty colors. Autumn was his favorite time of the year, and especially in the glade. The mention of other bucks has Roscoe's attention though, and his ears press forward, followed by an inhale and a slight tilt-up of his muzzle. "They have.. have you met any others?"
"It was." She agrees with a nod. "And a few. Never got any names, just senseless chatter. Bunch of young idiots just trying to 'get to know' the new doe." She rolls her shoulders frward and gives a short laugh. This guys regal, seasoned, not just some green young buck. Could be interesting.
Happy that she didn't particularly seem to care for any of the 'young idiot' bucks, Roscoe smirks just a bit and makes sure to stand up straighter and maybe even tilt his head upward some more so that Awinita can get a better look at just how amazingly awesome his antlers are. "Well, sorry that you had to be subjected to that. Had I seen any of them beforehand I would've made sure they stayed away from you."
"Ha, thanks mate. Nice antlers, by the way." She says, stifling a snort at his discreetly showy behavoir. "Thats an awesome offer, thanks." She doesn't mention that she is pretty snazzy at keeping ehrself keen on her own, but she's curious to see where this conversation goes. Naturally, the power-seeking light clicks on in the back of her head. She can get close to this guy, move on up in the herd and have her own slice of immunity from...well she doesn't know from what. She's not one for politics. Sounds like a good plan in her head, though.
Well, Roscoe did go through a lot to make sure he had a good pair of antlers. A good diet mostly, that was most important. That and avoiding injury, which was relatively easy for most of the year. But the compliment to his antlers does give him a bit more of an ego boost; as if he needed any, and with as much of a charming smile as Roscoe could give, he took another few steps forward and gave his ears and tail a flick. Sizing her up, maybe, but he doesn't say anything else.
Bucks are all the same, when you get down to it. This is something she learned early on in life. But she can play him too, because she could use with an ego boost herself the doe straightens, lifting her chin slightly. Making herself look desireable, which is something she rarely attempts. Why would she? But this...this is an experiment. This gives her reason.
As highly as Roscoe thought of himself, Awinita's thinking was right. At the core, he had one instinct at the moment, and no amount of flattery or conversation would deter him from it, even if it meant the doe ran off and he didn't get to fulfill the purpose of the rut. But, no matter. He would still try, and given that she gave him that look, chances were good for Roscoe.
"Hm." Nita hums, one ear ficking forward in interest, one hoove rising momentarily to bring her into movement. It feels like something unspoken to her, and she turns slowly, purposefully begins to trek for the woods, throwing one, meaningful look over her shoulder. What was there to say? Conversation always mucks things up.