roses can be pricklily (northern doe)

[rose xx]

The hind carried herself over the ground. Orbs scanning the land for anything worth taking a look at, yet nothing really suprised her. Walking into the forest, and trekking through the snow she laughed. It was spring, and it wasn't exactly melting. Shaking her craniumas she did so, she called for a nothern stag...

[B.ambi!]

Upon hearing the call of a lone doe calling out for a stag he he lifted his head from his rubbing tree to gaze in the direction wher the calling was coming from. Breeding season was over and he had missed his chance at that however he was more than willing to accept stray does into his lands at any time. Heading towards her he couldn't miss her with her vibrant colors of purple. He dipped his head and spoke a deep greeting.

" 'Lo. My name is Phantom of the North. May I ask your name?"

[rose xx]

I watched as a large stag came over. His antlers looked sharp, and peircing. Lowering my eyes to his eyes a smile crossed my facade, for he had come over to me, for my call. I thought I would be alone now since it was breeding season, yet in summer it would be alright, breeding would be happening again! I bowed down to him. "Hallo sir. I am Trek. Why are you here when breeding season tis' not on?" She asked whistfully!

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[B.ambi!]

He smiled warmly down at the little fae, listening intently as she spoke in a sweet pleasant manner. Quite obviously she was not of a different alliance or she would have at least tried to speak down to him.

“Breeding season means little when you’re out to meet others like yourself. If I was to be as shallow as that then I wouldn’t be a gentleman would I?” Sharp daggers shifted neatly behind him looking completely out of place with the size of him. Bears didn’t dance did they? He shook his chest mane lightly to rid himself of dust then moved a little closer lifting his head to be careful not to spear her with the deadly trophy on his skull.

“And you Trek, what may you be doing here out of season?”