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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 4:00:18 GMT
A bright winter day, the sun was shining, the snow was glistening; the forest was alive…for all but a young woman sound asleep. She was bundled in a very thick fur lined bedroll next to a warm fire. Wood was stacked neatly not too far away from the sleeping beauty. The fire burned neatly within a circle of stones that were placed carefully. Garret red hair seeped out from the bed roll which was pulled over the young girls head. A stark contrast to the white of the snow. Really that was the only indication of what the lump under the bedroll might look like.
Her camp was a neat one, pack of food was hung high up in the tree a good ways from her little camp; the fire was set up for cooking when she woke. Two sets of clothes were set to dry by the fire; they had been recently washed and laid out on a make shift rack. They were her only pair of clothing, and she preferred for them not to smell. So she had washed them the previous nice and took her bed roll in the nude. Aria had taken to sleeping mostly during the early mornings; the forest was always a bit quieter during the day hours.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 11:22:56 GMT
Jerboa, too, was 90% nocturnal; His deer half told him safety lay in darkness, while his Human half was a chicken to boot. He tended to sleep at dawn and dusk due to this, instead of- Oh, I dunno, A NORMAL SLEEPING PATTERN. This made him miss a lot of stuff- But the teeny sparkle of a fire in the distance was not missed.
Immediately attracted to the warmth and light, he hopped carefully through the snow, the stuff hardly crunching under his tiny hooves. When he approached the fire, he noted a sleeping form near it; Immediately he backed away, but the warmth of the fire was far too lustful for him to deny. He eventually settled halfway around the flames from her, so he could watch the little form (little by his standards) and make sure it made no sudden movements...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 11:40:04 GMT
As the young deer man approached; the soft snores slowly subsided. When he finally reached the outer ring of her fire, that oh so lovely feeling of being watched slowly ebbed Aria into consciousness. Slowly a small head with very tousled hair poked out of the bed roll. Large blue green eyes blinked sleeply, even when they rested on the…deer…or was it man….she blinked more and slowly sat up. With one hand she clutched the blanket around her; it fell down around her shoulders revealing creamy white skin. Her other hand came up and attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes as she tried to make sense of the thing in front of her.
”…..I don’t want to meet the human that helped create you….. or I’m dreaming….am I dreaming?”
She was more mumbling to herself, clearly not all the way awake. The red head yawned and looked down at her bed roll debating just falling asleep again….but there was a stranger….dream or not…watching her. It was a little unnerving.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 13:00:38 GMT
Jerboa, upon registering her voice, leapt upward as a deer would and stumbled halfway out of the firelight. As she tried to make sense of him, he, too, tried to understand her. He tread between the thin line between the light and the shadows the trees cast.
"I... What are you?" He squeaked. "How cruel of someone to cut off your back half... How do you walk?" He inquired, flittering his white tail cautiously.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 14:24:02 GMT
It moved? And now it was talking....Now Aria was awake. So she wasnt dreaming about this off creature. She stayed very still only her eyes tracked the ...she wasn't sure what it was. Slowly Aria opened up her mind: her consciousness spreading out around her like a soft blanket. With it, it carried an immense calm. She was curious if she could sense this half beastie as she diid the dragons turned human. If she was indeed able to, then the deer creature would feel a warm trickle across his own mind. Not an invasive one but one that just washed over. With it would come the sense that the one wrapped up in furs meant no harm. Meanwhile Aria gave the creature a kind smile; and slightly chuckles at the thought of her rear end getting cut off. Aria poked her feet out of the bed roll and wiggled her toes in the cold morning air.
"I don't have hooves either, and it seems to me you have two to many legs to stand on"
To answer his question Aria stood up, still clutching the blanket around her.
"I'm what the beast people refer to as a two legger, at least most of the time I am. Come by the fire promise I won't bite... I'm curious what are you? I have been in these forests for most of my life and have not encountered anything quite like you"
Aria ran a hand through her wild hair, pushing out of her face, revealing the nasty scar that blazed up the right side of her face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 19:44:16 GMT
Jerboa moved forward a few inches, unwilling to let his guard down. Due to his currently feral sense of mind, he was hit full frontal with this warm sensation. Even though he knew she was no threat, he didn't understand it, and that only frightened him further.
"Well... I'm a Deertaur. I've never heard of you... 'two-leggers'. I've been raised among my own kind since I was born." He said. "Nobody ever mentioned your people, except on occasion; And there was no specific name for your kind. We just referred to anyone as 'they'." He explained. The hair over his eyes gave him a nervous teenager look, which only added to thr vibe of effeminateness.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 23:45:22 GMT
As she did with all skittish animal Aria let the deer man approach her. She did sense something however; a curious development. She never did get to try out the extent of her ability when the person was part two legger. Most of these types of people were extinct by the time she was borne; at least this was a plus side to being pulled from her time….Her family didn’t know her any more but at least there was plenty of things to do and discover.
”Wait there is more of you?? I have never heard of a deertard what how do you guys come about, is it weird to have six limbs to control? How many stomachs do you guys have……what do you guys eat for that matter? Do you take more after your deer halves or your human halfs….dosn’t your top half get cold?”
And the flood of questions commences, her young face was eager. Though it seemed he was as curious about her as she was about him.
”Two leggers are a broad term for those that walk on two legs; there are so many races besides that it would get confusing. I think the ones your thinking of are human”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 1:40:29 GMT
Jerboa stared at her, peeling apart each individual question.
"W-Well, ah-" He took on a nervous smile, "Not really. Once you figure it out it's really easy. Second nature. And yes, there are more- I just left my Mother recently, actually. We're just so shy... My Mother said I was abnormally curious. And about our top halves... Well, sure. We kind of... Steal stuff, eheh. We find abandoned campsites and steal their furs- But we give them back if we can. The scent of dead organism is horrifying to us, so we keep them for as little time as possible."
As he said this, one hand had snaked up to his head and was itching profusely. His antlers were growing in, and it itched like the dickens; He would be getting three points this year. How exciting!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 2:22:27 GMT
Aria wondered if she’d be able to get into his head and try out that odd form.
”Funny my Da’ says the same about me; though personally I think that makes him a hypocrite.”
She grinned.
”If you dislike furs why not go for wool spun stuff; I’m sure you could spin some clothes out of the shed fur from your back halves…..but what do you guys eat?? Guessing its not meat if you can’t stand the smell of dead things….You also say you just separated from your mother, do you guys live in family groups? Or are you more solitary beings.”
For someone who was butt naked under her bed roll, Aria was fairly at ease. After all this wasn’t the first time she was caught in an awkward situation, and right now her curiosity was overpowering the awkwardness.
”But if you don’t mind me asking, why did you separate from your mom?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 11:20:16 GMT
((I feel like these two are gonna become besties.))
"Um-" He fiddled his fingers together, his head beginning to hurt. "We just eat plants and stuff; Like lettuce and corn. Sometimes we eat potatoes if we can figure out where they are." He said nervously. "And, we would, but nobody brings them out as far as I know. All we find is Furs." He shuddered. "And the whole family thing really depends on the individual. My mom was a real solitary person; But she told me that my father was in a group last she saw him, the spring before I was born." He said. "It's all preferences."
"As for why I left my mother," He said, "It was time. I turned 3. That's kind of an obscene age to still be with your mother, anyway, don't you think?" He said quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 11:43:36 GMT
”What do you do during the winter? Not much grows in the winter….The family thing is interesting; have you not met your father? Most humans prefer to live in groups; frankly if we don’t have companionship we can get a little nutty…”
This person didn’t seemed to mind her consistent talking and questioning; if he was curious like her then a continuous conversation was likely to put him at ease a little more.
”Come sit by the fire, its warm and doesn’t smell of dead animals”
Aria raised a brow when he said he was only three…..that was one big toddler.
”….Maybe it’s odd for your species….humans are relatively helpless at that age. Our young are not considered a mature age until around sixteen. That’s when they are married off. It may be earlier for poorer classes; but still at age three to be separated from ones mother is considered a tragedy. Personally I never got to know my mother; she was killed and my father gave me to an orphanage…..I was there until I was around six or so then they tried to cull me by fire…..I found my Daddy again when I was sixteen. I have been with him and others whom I consider family now up until a couple of weeks ago when I was taken away from them.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 13:01:35 GMT
Jerboa smiled and walked over, settling down a bit closer, though he still looked a little uneasy. "No, only heard of him. I know he was seven years older than my Mother, and that he had hundreds of scars on him, which is why my Mother chose him to father me." He flicked his ear a little as he listened to her tale.
"I think my kind grows up faster than yours. We need our instincts ASAP- We can walk from the very moment you were born. If a deertaur was with his mother for 16 years, he'd basically be shamed. That's a long time to mooch off your mother for us." He said.
"In the winter we move. Migrate, I guess." He said. "We follow the smell of warmth on the wind." He said. "What do you do?"
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