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Post by Cursico! on Jan 18, 2009 7:07:54 GMT -5
In the middle of the day, with his first interest in fighting running as testosterone in his veins, a single figure trotted along the edge of a steep drop. Eyes black as coal before the humans touched it looked this way and that, studying the contours of the land for anything that looked remotely deer-like. The new-land jitters he had gone through trying to get his head around the place were fast fading out, leaving him with the feeling spring incurred on all stags. He was young and newly chased from the place he had spent his life, before having recieved any guidance for mating.
He'd decided that he was just being hyper-active. After running the morning away, exhaustion had made its sweaty mark on his coat, but he still felt... Excited... It was hard to explain. He wanted to do something, he wanted to do something badly. The feeling had started the day before, and it only seemed to be growing as time took its toll.
Cursico paused and put his nose to the earth, inhaling deeply. The smell rose his feelings, and he wished he hadn't scented the earth for the fifth time that day. There would probably be more times, it was like he wanted to smell it. Clear liquid ran down his legs, it smelt alot like the churned up ground, but without enticing his emotions into a new frenzy. It was coming from glands on the insides of his thighs. He couldn't even decide if he wanted to headbutt the rock or just rub against it.
He sighed, and walked up some more. Each time he looked up, he could see that if he ever managed to reach the top, he would wind up on a plateau. That place would be the focal point of the ground smells, either that or deer leapt off he edge before they reached it. His laugh echoed over the rugged rock and ground earth.
Cursico broke into a swift trot, heading up closer to his goal. A strange grunting noise was coming from his throat. He finally got to the top, and a direct ray of sunlight blinded him before he could get a chance to look around.
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Post by rannoch on Jan 20, 2009 17:02:48 GMT -5
Rannoch:
i stepped boldly out into the opening below the cliff, and looked up onto the Craggy cliff. it looked menacing indeed. i could have sworn that i saw something move up there, though it seemed unlikely considering that the cliffs looked barren of life... "hellow?" i called, "hellow, any one up there?" it had been a while since i had seen any of my own kind, and i was eager to change that.
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Post by rose xx on Jan 21, 2009 13:29:34 GMT -5
ooc - please don't double post, just modify your post, or I shall delete it. [/center] |
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Post by Cursico! on Jan 22, 2009 13:20:09 GMT -5
Cursico flicked his ears, blinking at the bright sunlight which eventually did not seem so bright at all, only warm. Magestic as a clumsy deer can be, Cursico turned his head each side, then decided the noise was coming from the edge closest to him. The plateau's intoxicating smells made jumping off the edge not such a horrible idea. Because of this thought, Cursico was extra careful to get down on his knees and shuffle to the edge.
Stretching his neck, Cursico looked down from his advantag point, and got a wash of nausea at seeing just how high up he had gone. It wasn't especially high, but all the ragged edges and the winding path made it look very high indeed for one who had to get down or starve up on the barren top.
"Hello!" Cursico called back, doing his best loud voice. A nice echo cheered him up and made the effort worthwhile. "I'm up here, jus' sunnin' my hide for abit!" He joked, though it was like a sunbed on the red earth.
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Post by rannoch on Jan 22, 2009 14:43:53 GMT -5
Rannoch laughed quietly to him self as he saw the sight of a young buck, apparently on it's knees on the top of the plateau, joking down to him as though he were standing nobly next to him. "wow!" called Rannoch, "this was the last place that i would expect to meet another deer, so... why exactly are you up there?" he was squinting now from the sunlight pearing into his deep eyes. thats when the thought occured to him that the strange deer might not be joking. throught his life Rannoch had had his share of dangers, but never has the thought of bathing in sun occured to him... well its an odd thought if nothing else thought Rannoch
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Post by Cursico! on Jan 22, 2009 14:58:46 GMT -5
Cursico rested his chin on the edge, horns casting an elonated shadow along the cliff's. Looking at his shadow made him feel huge. "To be exact, I just followed the smells." A frown creased his forehead, "Can't you smell it?" He hoped the weird smell wasn't just something from his imagination. It couldn't be, it was mixed with the scent of other stags, and he seemed to be making his own.
Then again... No, the smells were there, if the other buck didn't smell it then he had no nostrils! Case closed, no excuses.
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Post by rannoch on Jan 22, 2009 15:20:07 GMT -5
"Course i smell it" said Rannoch in as loud of a voice he could without yelling. He had never liked to yell when the occasion didn't call for it. "But how did you follow it to the top of a cliff?" This part really confused him, it would be unlikely for so many stags to go to the top of this same dull lifeless cliff. He ducked his head for a moment, the sun had become to much for his tired eyes by now. He gave a long, tight blink and rose his head back up to the young deer, tilting his head inquiringly.
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Post by Cursico! on Jan 22, 2009 16:45:49 GMT -5
Cursico snorted, tossing his head before realising his antlers could topple him over the edge. "I have good feet." He boasted very matter-of-factly, even uncurling one leg so it dangled off the edge, toes facing down like a ballerina, though it was something deers did easily. "There's an easy enough path along the edge... So long as you aren't too heavy and brig the ledge crashing down that is!" He chirped cheerfully, even kicking off a loose piece of earth and watching it skitter down the steep slope.
Cursico was the type of deer who didn't mind bellowing out for the whole world to hear. "What is the smell? Its making me go crazy!" He shouted, though admitting something with was being heavy on his chest. The best way to get something out which didn't want to come, was to shout it loud.
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Post by rannoch on Jan 22, 2009 17:14:46 GMT -5
"it's the season." said Rannoch curtly, lauphing agian to himself as the young buck bosted. And indeed it had been, but now was the end of the end of breeding season, and the scents were getting dimmer and dimmer by the day.
Rannoch no longer felt the want to talk to the stag, and Rannoch knew that his one flaw was to act on impulse, on emotion... on feeling. so without further adieu he ran forward, jumped into the air and twisted into the form of a falcon. He flew straight up high over the cliff, then made a steep dive near the buck. when he got close enouph, he pulled up and passed close to the young one's head, calling a quick "bye." Before plungung down to the forest where he flew off through the trees, ready to fill his mind with more adventure, more questions... more answers.
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