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Post by Cursico! on Mar 4, 2009 15:57:04 GMT -5
Cursico tilted his head up at the sky without so much as half-noticing the sky was overcast and rumbling with angry thunder. Even when fat raindrops splashed on the velvet end of his muzzle, his senses got sidetracked by the screaming hole in his chest. Going up that cliff where all the intoxicating smells were had been a dire mistake. Since then, it kept going round and round in his head. Even though he couldn't guess what it was, Cursico knew he had missed a window for growth. It was like being a fawn all over again. He had been born around this time when shoots happily popped up their tender heads.
A frustrated snort almost made its way out his chest, but he supressed it into a long whispery sigh full of anguish and confusion. Cursico missed his herd, he didn't like these lands, they were too strange. It wasn't just a matter of needing the protection of groups, he yearned for the simple life that was now lost to him. It hadn't occured to him yet that he was in another herds territory. Nothing much was getting through to him this downcast day.
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Post by rannoch on Mar 8, 2009 21:33:00 GMT -5
Rannoch tilted his head tward the sky. then looked back down, sighing. will this rain ever stop? he wondered, whispering it alowed, his brown cote gleaming dully in the clouded light. Rannoch was content with this life. He had his own land, health on his side, and even a few beautifull does. rannoch stood there, staring up at the sky from atop one of his hills, marveling at his luck. something caught his eye, and he jumped as something flashed in his perifs. He sented the air, the scent was familiar somwhat. Regardless, he jumped into the air, and formed into a falcon, heading toward where the scent came from. ooc: ssry bout how long it took and how bad the post is  |
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Post by Cursico! on Mar 10, 2009 14:05:34 GMT -5
Cursico continued his slow ponderous movement, even if he'd have seen the falcon he probably would have ignored it anyway. Being Upwind of the bird, his nose wasn't going to tell him that the bird was another deer like him.
Another freak deer to remind me just how far from home I have become. As his un-optimistic mind would have said if he had been Downwind. Aloud, words which also portrayed his homesickness: "Mother would be appalled I'm out in the rain." She was long gone, even if he hadn't seen her die, even if she was still healthy, she was dead to him.
Trud. Trud. Trud. Cursico kept his head so low, his antlers disturbed the grass, water fell off him in a steady flood that was only occassionally broken. "She'd want me under shelter with the rest of the herd..." He mumbled, drifting deeper into depression.
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Post by rannoch on Mar 10, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -5
Rannoch closed into the deer, keeping his altitude. He vaguely recognized the young stag that came into view. He climbed quickly upward in the sky, still not knowing the intentions of the stag, then dove straight down and in a matter of a few seconds was near enough th the ground to shift into a deer just behind the stag.
he pointed his antlers toward the stag encase he decided to attack, and said in a stern but somewhat friendly voice, "why are you here?"
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Post by Cursico! on Mar 13, 2009 13:37:56 GMT -5
Cursico continued to trudge along, dismissing Rannoch as a halucination. He'd been having alot of those lately. Dragging his feet without pause, it didn't occur to him all his other hallucinations had been deer from his herd, and the stag he was dogedly walking towards bore no resemblence to the lost family. "Mother'd be verrrrrrrrry mad" He mumbled, almost incoherent, walking at Rannoch without any signs of moving to either side in order to avoid him. After all, hallucinations were as solid as a cloud.
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Post by whiplashice on Mar 14, 2009 20:17:18 GMT -5
White, beautiful doe trot into the land, standing by Rannoch.
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Post by rannoch on Mar 14, 2009 23:12:45 GMT -5
with the doe b his side, rannoch's determination to find out the stag's intentions, and stop him if necessary. "Stop." he said curtly, a little rougher. seeing the stag still coming on, he tilted his antlers a little lower, and braced himself.
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Post by whiplashice on Mar 15, 2009 17:01:11 GMT -5
How dare this buck come forth like that near Rannoch? Doe snorted, and nuzzled Ran, moving back.
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Post by Cursico! on Mar 18, 2009 11:27:31 GMT -5
Cursico glanced up, his step pausing above the ground. Two hallucinations, he had been sure there was only one. Another sign of his insanity, the hoof dropped on the ground and he commenced moving, head falling low to the ground again, limpidly swaying with his thick neck. He had absolutely no intent of obeying these figments of imagination, his brain had done nothing for him so far. It would be nice to let go, forget the past, but the thought didn't help at all.
"Mother, help me pleeease. I didn't mean to upset Him" Cursico sobbed in a near-whisper, absently flicking water off his tail. Rain fitted his mood perfectly, though the weather was annoying him.
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Post by whiplashice on Mar 18, 2009 18:02:52 GMT -5
Slamming ears up, white doe lept infront of the small deer, and in between Rannoch, Little one... She said sweetly, how old was this buck?
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Post by rannoch on Mar 18, 2009 20:51:52 GMT -5
Rannoch started as the doe next to him lept in front of him, and tried to talk to the buck, who, was still advancing, mumbling. In a flash, rannoch darted right, behind a tree that had a bolder next to in. he rubed his antlers a few times agenst the large rock to sharpen his antlers, antisapating a fight. he then flung himself out from behind the tree so that he was no longer behind the doe, rather on the side, directly in the middle of the two deer, about 10 yards back. with the rain obscuring his body, rannoch poised himself ready, his blue eyes glinted as if lighting had just shot through them. he had no intention of letting the young stag even touch that doe without feeling what he had coming... let alone ignor him... oh yes, rannoch was ready.
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Post by Cursico! on Mar 24, 2009 13:06:33 GMT -5
How strange, he couldn't remember his mother being like that, and yet the doe was acting very motherly. How did his mother look? Cursico squeezed his eyes shut, but could only bring a hazy image of her. Afterall, it had been a while since he had seen her, in that time he had grown large (though he didn't have the usual stockiness, he supposed that was the next stage that would seperate the blissful young fawn in his mind to it present state)
They were playing leapfrog he noticed hazily, pausing in midstride again, blinking rain from his eyes. They wouldn't stop, they'd keep leap frogging, go past him and continue to wherever his hallucinatins went while out of sight.
Leapfrog in my mind? I didn't play it much when I was still a fawn, but I suppose I still miss it. Miss feeling like I belonged everywhere, understanding the place I was in. Not like now. No, now is very different.
Cursico's eyes swivelledback to the floor in their sockets, and he continued, happy enough to hurry over the last ten yards and then put the strangest hallucinations yet behind him. I'll remember you, perhaps your faces will appear in my herd, and why not? This could have happened in my old herd, who's to say I can't see whats going on way back there when I can become a fox? Whom can have those answers?.
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Post by rannoch on Mar 24, 2009 20:01:51 GMT -5
By now, Rannoch's temper had run out of patiance. The young stag had not even answered fearless. though he was releaved, yet, somewhat confused when the stag just walked by her.
"Nevermind." he said quietly to these thoughts . his blue eyes flamed with a firey fury as he leaned back on his haunches, and charged the stag, thinking, this'll snap some sense into him!
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Post by Cursico! on Mar 30, 2009 15:15:31 GMT -5
Cursico gasped as he found the hallucination had found some way to touch him. Then when he was in a hurt (More emotionally that physically) heap on the floor, he reconsidered whether or not they were actually hallucinations. He looked up from the floor at the stag, and squinted through the rain at him. No, while he couldn't tell the difference between a real form and a halluciation by sight, he was not willing to believe he was so far gone as to get knocked over by a figment of his imagination.
"Real..." He muttered, looking back from Rannoch to his doe, making no effort to stand up. Quite frankly, he felt like lying in the dirt. "Real" He said again, with more than a trace of bitterness in his voice. Real deer, whoopdedoo! They could all stand on their hind legs and do the jig! "Am I in your land or something?" Cursico asked without really caring for the answer. If the stag had only just hit a stranger deer coming into his land with so many warnings, Cursico didn't think he was the violent type.
He could just leave i it was their land, let them do whatever they did in peace. The stag didn't want to be a bother, nosirree.
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Post by rannoch on Apr 3, 2009 22:10:57 GMT -5
Rannoch turned around after his strike. he stood in a poised position as the young stag shook the feeling back into his body.
"of corse i'm real!" laughed Rannoch "what did you think i was? your imaginary friend?"
Rannoch consitered the bewildered stag for a moment, then said, "why yes you are in my land... and i dont see it fit for you to leave just yet. so you shall not... i meen... look at you, you look like you've taken a few hooves to the head!... no, you will stay, at least for a while."
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