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Post by rannoch on May 28, 2009 0:59:32 GMT -5
Kalana walked through the forest, taking in all which her senses gave to her. it had been a long while yet sinse she had seen any other deer, then again, it had been a long time sinse she wanted to. she strode gracefully throught the wood, unafraid of preditors, or anything else fo that matter. she felt fully independant. free.
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Post by losthope on May 31, 2009 10:53:29 GMT -5
Brechin walked through the woods, taking in the sights and sounds, so far he had not seen any doe that seemed to catch his interest, that is until he caught sight of a single doe making her way through the wood alone. He paused in mid stride and turned his twelve pointed head to her. She seemed to have an independent air about her, much like himself. He strode forward to greet her, deciding it best to say hello at least. Once reaching her he dipped his head a little Hello m’lady. he said though wincing inwardly as he spoke, the words were unlike him though he spoke them. Brechini’s auds pricked as he raised his head and waited for some sort of reply from the doe.
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Post by rannoch on Jun 2, 2009 18:54:06 GMT -5
Kalana searched the ground hungrily. it wasn't that there was nothing to eat, it's just that she liked to be particular about the plants she ate. if she couldn't find what she wanted, she would just resort to hunting. and right now she absolutely craved flowers. particularly those yellow ones. she didn't know, or care what they were called. all she knew was that she just had to have some. she looked around one more time, then seeing none she sighed in disappointment. suddenly, she smelled somthing... a deer... a stag. she had the sudden erge to look up, as all deer do when they sense something. but she restrained herself, not wanting to appear eager, or even like she cared. she finally saw him appear in her perrifs. a magnificent twelve pointed stag by the looks of it. A deep voice called to her from the stag. his greeting was friendly enough, but it sounded to be force words. like someone admitting to a crime they didn't commit. It didn't sound like someone lying, but rather, someone going against their own identity.
Kalana waited a moment before she replied, pretending not to even notice him. then, she rose her head, and looked around as if something had disturbed her sleeping. faining surprise when her eyes finally rested on him, she gave a curt not, only to acknowledge him. she moved to face him, then looked at the ground. there had to be those flowers around here somewhere. she lowered her head to the ground to search below the taller grass. her voice being her most powerful tool in this form, she made sure to say nothing, but made sure it was obvious she anticipated a conversation.
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Post by losthope on Jun 9, 2009 19:46:19 GMT -5
Brechin studied her with keen interest. He noted how she seemed to be looking for something, and not being able to find it. When he spoke he noticed she seemed to act as if she hadn’t heard for a moment then seemed surprised to find him standing there. He tilted his great head at the curt nod of acknowledgement and smirked a little. He noticed as she then continued to look around. He looked around as well not seeing anything of interest he resorted to asking her Would you mind if I asked what you are looking for? he words were deep and calm as he allowed his amber eyes to look at her closer. Perhaps she was looking for some sort of flower? His mother had liked the yellow ones, he didn’t remember what they were called but he nodded to himself. She was after all looking at the ground and didn’t seem interested in the grasses. I think I know what you’re looking for, if you so wish it, I can show you, perhaps I maybe right. he said in the same deep tones.
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