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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:22 pm
The sun was particularly strong that day, though it was a nice temperature out. It's blazing rays burned the albino's sensitive skin and stung her protectionless eyes, handicapping her to below the oak tree. Her fur had always been somewhat of a curse to her; the hinds spoke vicious rumors of her exsitence, and when the sun beat hard enough, it was a hard life. Such as today. And it really sucked, she muttered to herself. The weather was so nice, she had even planned to go play with the other fawns and calves. But of course, she couldn't, because the stinkin' sun hated her. "Stupid fur." The young fawn glared at the blades of grass below her as if they had done her some great injustice.
It was a while before Tegwen could calm down. She was unique, she reasoned with herself, and that was eomthing to be cherished. Though she would never call the white fur a gift, she coulda t least come to terms with it. When the snow fell, it would sting her eyes even worse than before, as the light reflected from all ends of the world instead of just from the great sun in the sky. It was not snowing right now, however. She had to count her blessings. With a sigh, she threw her head on the ground, closing her eyes and trying to relax. The other fawns might be off playing with the calves, but she had completely control of the best tree in the meadow. 'That's right, Teg,' she thought, 'count your blessings.'
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:34 pm
Artair was, as usual, prancing about. He always seemed to act much younger then his real age- one could only tell that he was on the older calf side by looking at the budding antlers he so proudly displayed. That was the paradox in his manners: he wanted to prove himself to be a great big stag, but at the same time acted like a tiny calf new to the world. Ah well- it was doubtful Artair would ever change, even as he grew older. He was young at heart forever, and would be. The cares of adulthood hadn't hit his shoulders yet, and it was difficult to imagine that they ever would. Oh, aye, he would know they existed, and know what they were, but he would fail to see how they applied to him. Why should they? He was a prince.
Still prancing about merrily through the long grass, Artair finally stopped to gather his breath. It was kind of sunny today, wasn't it? In the sun it felt almost hot, which was unusual for fall, or so his instinct told him. Shouldn't it be cold by now? And what about snow? When did that come? Suddenly the young deer's eyes spotted a white blob. Could it be? Was it really? "SNOW!" He ran over happily, bounding and leaping over anything that could get in his way. "Snow, snow, snow!" When he finally reached the sad white bundle close enough to see it, he realized it was not in fact snow, but another deer, a girl. "You're funny looking," Artair said bluntly, not concerned over whether or not he injured her feelings. "Pretty, but funny looking. I haven't seen a white deer before. Are you made of snow?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:25 pm
Tegwen's head shot up at the exclimation of snow. Having just rejoiced in the fact that there was none, it came as a shock that a deer had found some. Snow was bad. Snow was wet, cold, and reflected the light viciousley into her eyes. At the rate her thoughts were going, she'd be a cynical old hind in mind by the time she was a doe. Almost laughing at the calf, she scoffed a little. "No, of course I'm not. I'm made outta... outta.. Well, I dunno what I'm made outta but I know it ain't snow." Scientific jargin wasn't her cup of tea, and she had absolutely know idea what she was made 'outta'. It was a good thing she was covered in that white fur, however. If she hadn't been, a deep red blush could've been seen at the compliment hidden within that question.
Suddenly, the fawn realized that she had just what she had wanted. A fawn to play with. And one in the shade, none the less! She suddenly stood so abruptly you would think she had spotted a hungry vixen stalking the pair. She didn't want to sound desperate, but she did want to make it known that the calf was very welcome under the oak. "So uhm... Hi. I'm Tegwen. Who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:39 pm
Artair felt momentarily hurt by the scoffing tone in the fawn's voice, but was able to shake it off in easily and with an amiable grin. Okay, so she wasn't snow. She was in fact another deer of about his age; perhaps a little younger. She looked smaller anyway. He suddenly felt a swell of superiority at his advanced size and age- plus, he had antlers. She would never get those. Never ever ever!
"I'm Artair. My mom is Danica." The statement was spoken with such pride, Artair's little chest puffed out to the max, that he looked silly, to be frank. "My father is Fell Lore," he added as an afterthought. His father was so remote to him....
Anyway, that was far too serious for his young mind. He just kind of felt like playing right now, like running around Tegwen and showing off how handsome he was. "Do you want to play buck and doe? I'll protect you from the evil fox. That stump is the fox. And I can hit at him with my big royal antlers and you can box at him and then I save the day. Or we could play tag." Clearly Artair wanted to play the game of his own invention rather than tag, but didn't want to do something she was unwilling to do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:00 pm
I the names presented, Teg cocked her head some. Fell Lore... Fell Lore. Now wasn't Dyani part of his harem? Of course, the scatterbrained hind wasn't truely her mother, more of a caretaker to her and her twin, but would that give her any relation to Artair? She doubted hugely. "I'm Tegwen. My mom.." She falted for a moment, taking a step back, staring at the grass. How was she to put it? Her mom ran off with a buck, so unnaturally? No, no. How about mom never happened. That works. "My mom doesn't live here..." Yeah, yeah, that works. That works reaaaal nice. "Dyani takes care of me and my twin, Drys, though. I think she's in Fell Lore's harem, though I'm not certain. I've never met the Lord, really. Just heard what old Lailoken says of him." She'd spent many an afternoon resting with the old storyteller, listening to stories about Fell.
Tegwen flopped her large ears around for a moment, considering the possibilities. Buck and doe was something she had never heard of, something she'd never played. She wasn't the adventurous type to go out and try new things, but she was certain that practicing her boxing on a stump wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Buck and doe works, if you want to play that. You'll have to tell me what to do, though."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:19 pm
Was she his sister? She kind of looked like Danica, but not really, and she said her mom was someone else. Her dad probably wasn't even Fell Lore, but the very idea that they were related by spirit made Artair happy. He had a sister, a real life sister! Well, a /kinda/ sister, but that was enough. Best of all, she wanted to play his favorite game that he very much doubted his mother would like to play, or any of the fawns his age. They were all too busy pretending to be Outriders. Artair snorted in derision, though it must have looked rather strange to Teg.
"Buck and doe is real easy. That stump is the fox, okay? The fox wants to eat us and then eat all the rest of us, and we're the brave protectors." Artair sort of made up new rules as he went along but it was okay, really. It was his game, after all! "So I gotta run at the stump and headbutt it so it gets hurt and then you got to box it. Whoever kills the stump first wins." What killing the stump consisted of was anyone's guess, though it would likely involved a great deal of destruction. Boys, no matter the species, seemed to enjoy that. "I'll let you go first," Artair said with courtesy. His mom said girls should always go first and to always be nice.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:47 pm
She faltered slightly for a moment, not entirely certain in her boxing skills. She didn't truely feel as if she had to impress Artair, but she didn't have to make a fool out of herself. She nodded her head vigourousley, quite pleased to find that the offending stump was in the shade. She took a few strides forward, threw a glance back at the growing calf, and went on. As she walked up to the once tree, she mused lightly about her meeting a sort of half brother. Really, they had no relation whatsoever. Fell Lore hadn't sired her and her sister, and Dyani hadn't carried them. However, considering the circumstances... Dyani was sort of an adopted mother, though not entirely, and Fell Lore was sort of an adopted father, though not entirely. She doubted highly she'd ever meet the great Lord of the Herd, and she also doubted she'd ever see him. She more than likely wouldn't stand with him as a hind, as she was adopted by a hind in his harem, and she'd never meet him on a lazy fall day. With a slightly dull thought, she realized she might never run into Artair again. The budding antlers on his head suggested he was close to becoming a buck, when he would enter the Corps. Perhaps, though, after today... Maybe they'd forge a sort of friendship, and he would visit her occasionally, like a real brother would.
Shoving all of that thought aside, she stared down at the stump determindly. It took her a moment to get in the swing of things, but when she did, she actually yipped in excitement. She'd yet to actually box with a stump, and whacking at it with her hooves was more enjoyable than she had originally asumed. Her little white body whipped around, giving a strong back kick at the wood. She heard a rather satisfying snap, and made her way back over to Artair, a proud grin on her face. "Your turn?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:28 pm
"That was a good one!" Tegwen was good with the stump, Artair noted. Maybe one day she'd even be as good of a boxer as his mother, though he doubted it. No one could be that good in his mind- his mother was the pinnacle of perfection, what every doe and hind should aspire to be.
He nodded at Teg's question. "Yes, now it's my turn. Ready? Watch and learn from someone really good at it!" Dashing forward, Artair lowered his head so that his tiny, newborn antlers pointed outwards towards the trunk. He increased speed so that he was nearly galloping, a pace quite unnatural for a deer. His fault may have been there- he put so much force and momentum behind this brief attack that when he rammed into the tree, he found instead of bouncing out, he stuck in.
"I'M STUCK! Teg, I'm stuck! I can't get my antlers out!" Indeed the silly little creature was- his antlers were lodged firmly in the bark of the tree, near the core where it had not quite rotted yet. Artair's liquid brown eyes went wide in panic. "Help me, pleasseeeee."
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:56 pm
Tegwen yelped in surprise at the loud crash that resulted in Artair's collision with the trunk. She raised back on her hind legs for a moment, kicking out in an instant flight or fight reaction. When she came back down to the earth below, she heard his frantic cries, and grew frightened. He was stuck? How could that be so?! He was bigger than her, stronger! How was she supposed to help him? Taking a few cautious steps forward, she stared at the panicing calf dimwittedly for a moment, completely out of her element. It took a good minute of watching him struggle for her to get over her shock and move to his side. "Artair... Stop struggling! You're just gunna get hurt." She surveyed the situation, walking around the stump, and finally jumping on top. Yup, those antler nubs were in that bark good. "I think I'm gunna hafta box off some of the bark around your antlers. Will you hold still?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:18 pm
"As long as you don't kick my head." Artair instantly calmed down, trusting completely in a sibling he barely knew, and wasn't even related to. That was part of Artair's folly- he had complete trust in the female gender, even if they confused him and he didn't know how he felt about them half the time anymore.
"But be careful, okay? I don't wanna get hurt please." The idea of humiliation never crossed Artair's mind, perhaps because the idea of pride hadn't. He just wanted his antlers out so he could return to playing around, though after all this fuss he was just as likely to want to return to Danica's side and try and get milk out of her. She probably would discourage him, as he was getting quite big, but it was worth a try. His mother's milk always calmed him.
"Kay, I'm ready." Artair closed his eyes tight. Sweat would have been dripping off him if he was capable of sweating.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:16 pm
Closing her eyes, possibley a stupid move, Tegwen lifted on her hind legs and boxed at the stump, chipping away at the bark. By some miracle, she didn't hit his head. She let her legs drop again with a loud thump, opening one eye tosee if the calf was still alive. "Did I hit you?" She wasn't at all confident in her boxing skills, but a look at the stump said it was possible for him to pull free if he tried hard enough. At least, she thought so. She really didn't know either way, as she didn't have antlers. Hopefully, however, the calf would be able to pull himself free. If she had to bat at the wood again, there was no promising that she wouldn't collide with his head.
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