Post by B.ambi! on Jan 18, 2009 19:17:01 GMT -5
Let The Phantom be Your Guide.
There was a calm serenity that shrouded the forest at this time in the morning. The air was damp and the morning mist had settled contently over the horizon to the south which was very dark and solemn especially at this time in the morn. He could smell the fresh scent of the early arrivals and the sweet scent of does in spring… yes, that especially on his mind, as it was with every other beast alive on the face of this earth. Every hour of every day was like a competition to find the best lands; the best does, raise the best fawns and live up to the expectations as a proud stag of the herd. The dream behind it all was pretty pathetic in itself but of course he didn’t see it just as an opportunity to follow the crowd, rather he found it an ideal time to express himself in as many ways as possible.
Lifting his large shadowed frame off of the dewy moss he shook the droplets of water from his coat and took a few testing steps forward (You know, just to make sure everything was working) and then continued on his way deeper into the tundra. His head hung relatively low due to the weight in which it was supporting – the last of the furry coating had been scraped clean to reveal two rather dashing antlers prized above his head looking both impressive but frightful at the same time. Here he found he could carve away at the few trees darted about without worry that other Bucks would intrude as he hadn’t scented another around here since he had arrived so he was guessing this place was free territory. It was perfect for him. Vast and almost empty, full of grass and foraging area yet quite close to a small wood for shelter the only thing separating the woods and fields were the small fences and walls that were badly needing of repair. A home couldn’t be perfect though could it? Well, it was good enough for him.
Finding a clear open spot he opened his mouth and called loudly, warning other stags that this place had finally found its rightful owner.
“I hereby claim these lands Ivory Fields. Any stag or even doe that wishes to challege step forward now and I shall give you no clemency!”
Ivory fields is a vast set of fields sandwiched between two small sets of woods in the Northern Lands. It was so named for the frost that covers the long field grass in the morning or late night making it appear almost silvery white against the moon or early sun. The only obstacles standing between the fields and the trees are a few broken fences and a gate left open from times before. The long grass is perfect for fawns or does in hiding though the more open areas can be a little too out in the air for those who prefer to be a little more in the dark or in hiding. This herd is shared only by the small mammalians that burrow beneath it.
Lead Stag;; Phantom
Lead Doe;;