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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:20 pm
((ooc : ugh. busy week. i'm so sorry for the delay. <33 i've gotten hardly any RPing done this week, unfortunatley. I should be free from now on, though, so not so long of a delay. <333))
Sergie nodded happily. He was certain this Anlach would be his season, as well. There was that one hind he was interested in... And he wouldn't mind going after a few more. From his post, he had spyed a few lookers he was interested in for certain, and a few prospects. Though he didn't expect to get a large harem right off the bat, one or two might be nice. He was young, after all, and had time to build.
Nibbling on the grass, Sergie was content with a few moments of silence to get some more food in. These breaks were rare, after all, and grazing was an excellent way to sepdn them. Though, he did enjoy the company of his fellow Outriders. It wasn't often that they got to chat so casually like this. Usually, it was all offical. This was... nice. "Are you after any hinds this comming Anlach, Ronno?" It was just a question; he didn't mean to make himself seem like competition. After all, if he could get a hold of a hind or two without having to resort to sparing, he'd prefer it. The less energy wasted, the better.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:11 am
The young stag thought over this question quite carefully, which was strange for him as he stood there and nibbled the sweet shoots of summer grass.
Hmmm...was there any hinds he particularly wanted in the herd?
No, he didn't think so.
There where a lot of hinds but he didn't really think there were any that caught his eye, his ears flattened back as he looked up at Sergie and shook his head and large antlers.
"No I don't think there are any...I suppose I'll have to see what's available when the time comes." He said bluntly before returning to eat the grass as he stood there.
The sun beating down on his back.
"I don't think it really matters as long as I get some though."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:57 pm
Brychan listened amusedly... munching on the grass that was every bit as green as this young buck seemed to be. After a few moments of silent listening, and several bites of grass later... the starry pelted one spoke up once more.
"Ah... but it does matter" he replied, voice light and casual. "The hinds you choose will be the ones that bear your offspring. After all.. you wouldn't want an ugly hind that would give you ugly and weak calves would you? No no... you're far too much of a stud for that." He chuckled, but it wasn't at Ronno's expense, he meant every word he said. The youngster was very capable and good looking to boot. He didn't think he should settle for the mediocre and below average hinds. "The hinds are also choosey. They desire the strongest stags." It went both ways... and Brychan had chosen a set of three hinds that he thought well suited him, and they seemed to feel that he suited them as well. It was a good balance... and they had given him some fine offspring.
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