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Post by rose xx on Jan 17, 2009 10:54:04 GMT -5
Broken castle. A large land, with a mountain for Damon to watch other deer that would come and invade his lands. He was exited as this was not inhabatied. Not one soul lived in the land. Damon shook his 13 pointed antlers. His flints stood in the long grass. It was breeding season and Damon was right now very defensive and aggresive against other Stags yet he galloped through the long grass, past the woods and the Enternal Herchary lands and then flew to a stop at the broken castle. A deep below came from his chest and he bucked playfully and galloped towards the castle.
An erie feeling surrounds this place. Its dark and mist is always upon the ground. A broken down castle or Church no-one knows from the rocks and the bricks. But its nice enough to climb upon. Behind the castle there is a forest, dark and scary the wolves surround here, but don't dare come into the eye of Ferrari. The sky is always the color of crimson blood. It rains here quite alot and the grass is always soggy and muddy and a swamp covers the left side of the land. But the scary part is the cliff. The sea crashes against the rocks, so its quite easy to push someone off. Inside the castle is a few rooms, with lit candles inside, and a nice carpet. In the foyaye, the carpet is still comfy, with a fire place and the table is still set. The rooms have beds, and fire places. Its nice in here and usually doesn't leak, but you will not be able to get in.
"I claim this land for my own. It shall be called Broken Castle, and 2 generations shall rule this land!" Bellowed Damon before snorting. A smirk covered his mug. Letting out another below to show to Does that he was now dominate he turned on his hanches and galloped to Frosty Forest.
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 18, 2009 12:17:43 GMT -5
She followed in silence into the large land which was so called because of the huge castle that stood before her, old but majestic and beautiful in its own right. The darkness that surrounded it gave off a slightly uncanny aura but she was sure that as time passed that would fade into nothing. A good defense mechanism at least. She tried dodging the rocks hidden beneath the mist that lurked but it was near impossible to miss them all and she found herself stumbling on more than one occasion.
“It’s very big for two isn’t it? I’m sure that will change though. I can help with that too if you like- Ow!" Another small sharp stone but it seemed the rocky area was thinning out now and what was left was damp, soft grass.
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Post by rose xx on Jan 18, 2009 12:28:02 GMT -5
Damon looked around his land. Smiling and then looked at her. "Sorry about the rocks, and I don't need help to find...." He broke off as he realized that she might want him to breed with her. "Do you mean fawn wise?" Damon asked confused. [/center]
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 18, 2009 17:57:21 GMT -5
Upon realizing what she had just said she looked positively horrified that she had been so bold as to ask. Of course she didn’t want to upset him by saying no but then again he didn’t seem like the type that would want to breed with a random doe he had just met but naturally that was what males generally wanted in rutting season.
“Oh! I didn’t mean for that to come out the way that did. I just thought… with the time being what it is and all that you might want me to ask a few does to join us but if it’s fawns you want I’m completely uncovered.” Her ears drooped with embarrassment. She could comply with whatever he wanted but she didn’t want to feel like she was only doing this because she was the only one there. Take what you get and all of that.
“Fawns wouldn’t be born until late Spring or Summer…”
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Post by rose xx on Jan 19, 2009 2:22:44 GMT -5
Damon looked at her, a smile over his facade. She was quite bold to speak, and Damon waited for himself to make a decision. As her ears dropped her nuzzled her, a laugh creeping out. "I would not mind. It would be nice to be the first in the land to have a fawn!" He said, speaking slowly.
[[shall we start a post in the breeding grounds...you just post the stats of the parents and then we do the fawn?]] [/center]
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 19, 2009 8:57:32 GMT -5
[[ Okay then <3 I'll just go post her up ]]
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 19, 2009 14:56:30 GMT -5
Coco was feeling rather pleased with herself this morning for some reason. She seemed to be eating a little more than normal though as she assumed and hoped it was because she was now feasting for two. This would be her first fawn if that was the case and mixed feelings hung thick in the air. She was excited yet anxious about the arrival of the fawn due to the number of predators that would just love to eat a small fawn for breakfast and there was very little she could do about it even if she did change… a rabbit was hardly able to fight off a wolf if they attacked. Damon however was very pleased she hoped. She called softly out into the open to see if he was anywhere in earshot.
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Post by rose xx on Jan 19, 2009 15:01:01 GMT -5
The large stag, his antlers high trotted to his doe as she called him. A smile on his facade. The two were now expecting a fawn. The first in the lands and Damon now held his stack with pride. His antlers were worthy to peirce another Challanging stags skin. The stag walked to his doe and nuzzled her. Carful of the fawn within of his blood. It made his shiver, he was exited, yet worried of the predators. He saw a bit of tension and nickered to the Doe. "No predator will get the fawn. I am a cheetah, and I am much faster than any in the land!" Damon spoke gently. He looked at her bloated belly and smiled. [/center]
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 19, 2009 15:09:14 GMT -5
She returned his nuzzle affectionately and nibbled at his nape. She knew that, she knew that he could outrun any living animal if he so chose too but the fawn could not in its delicate state.
“Yes, and I am a rabbit. It’s like asking for predators to come. What if he takes after me? I can run but I can’t escape the predators above.” She paused as she tried to calm her nerves. She didn’t need to stress herself out any more than she already was. She could protect this fawn… she had sharp hooves did she not? It would all be fine.
“Maybe I’m worrying too much. I can hide him in the tall grass if danger comes and get their attention to myself.” She smiled contently and lowered herself to the ground where she could lie down and rest. “Did you have any luck at the Forest?” She asked.
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Post by rose xx on Jan 19, 2009 15:16:16 GMT -5
Damon smiled and nuzzled her back. Nippling her neck tenderly. He sighed, she was a rabbit and it he accidently killed her one day because he was hunting then it would be a disaster. The predators above? "The predotors turn into prey." He snarled, he let himself melt into a Cheetah and growled. He wouldn't allow a foal to do anything of the sort. He let himself come back to a deer. "You are, the predotors are my prey. If they attacked you I would run after them." He snarled once more, but nuzzled her, so not to frighten her. He looked up as he spoke of the forest. "Yes, one doe I think. She was fairly nice, and I hope you get along." The stag spoke stepping back and looking at coco with questining eyes. [/center]
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Post by tama on Jan 20, 2009 14:38:44 GMT -5
Smoothly, I flew threw the skies. My brown wings were stretched out either side of me, occasionally flapping as I glided along on the warm breeze. I was looking for my new home. Yes, I had been claimed by a stag. Well, that was how some would see it. I didn’t see it that way. He had not claimed me as his, for I was a free spirit. If I wanted to leave at any time, then I would. It would be difficult for him to follow me, as I could fly. He shifted only into a land animal, namely the cheetah. I thought back to the debacle in Frosty Forest. God had that been a mess. All he had done was scare me really. I was willing to look past that though. He had given me a home and I was grateful for that. It was still breeding season though and I would make sure to be wary whilst it was. I didn’t particularly trust him not to try and make me breed with him. If he did, I wouldn’t hesitate in hurting him.
Looking down, I realised that I had reached Damon’s lands. The sky was a crimson colour, a supposed trademark of his land. And yes, there was the old building that he had mentioned to me. This was the place. Swooping down, I flew low over the land, looking for him. My white head, a notable feature of the bald eagle, turned left and right, trying to spot his distinctive colour. And there he was. He was standing in a clearing. He was not alone either. There was another doe with him, brown with speckled white spots. I made a split second decision to wait for a little while before letting them know that I was there. Landing in the lower branches of a nearby tree, I let my brown body blend in, not moving much as I watched them. After conversing for a while, they left. I didn’t know where they went.
When they returned, it became apparent though. The doe was eating more and she seemed slightly swollen. So, she was the first one to allow him on top of her. Whilst it was just her and me, she’d be the last two. I wasn’t so easily persuaded to breed. Deciding that it was time to let them know that I was here, I opened my beak, letting out a rough cry. I didn’t go to the ground and shift to a deer. Let’s see if Damon recognised my shape and the distinctive purple line down my back, which would be visible from where he stood. It should not be too difficult, for this land was not the right climate for bald eagles and so there would not be any more around here. If he didn’t know it was me, I would be very disappointed.
Word Count: 481 Muse: Great Listening To: Us Against The World/Flying Without Wings - Westlife Character: Tama
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 21, 2009 15:12:31 GMT -5
The small does nodded in agreement. She didn't want to worry him either when it was such a busy season for him. She sighed lightly and lowered her maw to nibble at a few strands of grass beneath her. The weather seemed to be perking up at least... meaning that summer would soon be upon them. She yawned and gazed up at the branches. Something small caught her eyes and she stared with surprise. It was a rare sight to see them so early in the year.
"Wow, I thought they had moved on."
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Post by rose xx on Jan 21, 2009 15:15:22 GMT -5
Damon watched Coco and watched her graze, then look up at the branch and smiled. Turning as he heard Tama he smiled at her and nudged Coco. "Coco, this is Tama!" Damon said looking at the two...wondering if they would really get on... [/center]
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