Forging of the Herds

Once these lands were peaceful and the deer could live as they pleased. They lived scattered about the lands having no need for separate herds and only gathered together in autumn for the rutting season.

However, things have changed and spring has come late, leaving very little food. The deer must change their way of life and form herds, or perish. Two brothers, have decided to create two different herds where food is available, however other stags have had the same idea. Will the brothers be able to create the herds and save all deer, or will the lands be thrown into chaos.

The Lands

The lands is the area in which this role-play takes place, the lands is a valley that it surrounded by mountains making it hard for the deer to leave and for new deer to arrive, the mountain and beyond are referred to as the outlands by the deer and anyone from there are often seen as mysterious or strange as very few make the journey.

In the centre of the lands is a large lake, which is fed from rivers at each side, the areas nearest the lake are the richest in food and currently the only spot in the lands where there is enough food (due to the late spring). On the west side of the lake is dense forest, that can be difficult to transverse while on the other there is open meadow land, with rocks and some trees providing shelter.

When Posting

This is a semi-lit roleplay so remember to keep each post at least 150 words and try to match everyone else’s level. Nothing is more disheartening than getting a one sentence response after writing a few paragraphs. When posting please put above:

Character Name || Rank ||Herd || Mentions:

Season || Weather

It is early spring, flowers SHOULD be blooming however they are not and it is still like the depths or winter, Snow lays heavy on the ground, food is scarce and it is bitterly cold. Does are giving birth to fawns after last year’s rut, and they are desperate for food to keep their young alive.

Meanwhile the stag’s antlers are re-growing after being shed in winter; they are still in velvet and can be broken or damaged very easily. Fighting should be avoided and if forced into combat most stags should avoid locking antlers otherwise they risk losing them.

There is a really bad blizzard outside, all deer should be in shelter or seeking shelter. Those that do not find some will have a radom chance of frostbite.

Riot || Bachelor || Lone || Mentions: Open

Riot was pushing thick snow around with his muzzle, causing his nose to become cold but he knew he could deal. Riot was all alone, every winter. He knew he tricks, of a lone bachelor. He knew how to get water, food, shelter, and anything else ou needed out in these harsh winters. So, it was sort of easy for him. When he finally reached the ground, he started to munch away on the dead grass. He was somewhat filled, but he had a slight showing of his hip bones.

A few minutes, after eating all the grass that he could find, it was now to find a water source. He held his head high, his large rack of 4-5 points. They have just started growing so in a week or two, he would have his full, strong rack of 8-9 points. Riot knew that lone bachelors would start arriving for the water sources, and he had no intention of dealing with them. He started toward the east remembering a lake of a sort. He started off, treading through the snow.

Venom || Bachelor || Lone || Mentions: Open

A unique colored stag was lying on a bed of dead grass, no snow. This particular stag was known as a "Piebald" Red Deer Stag. He has received the name of "Venom", no one knows why he was named this. But some believe that he has done some horrid, things that he could never speak of. Venom stood up, shaking his colored pelt, and yawning. "Great, another..stinking...morning," he yawned once more before walking around. Better get some exercise there, he told himself mentally. Venom perked his ears up, listening to every water drip and every clump of falling snow. He could feel a wind of chills, passing through him and he shivered.

Venom looked around, to see a willow tree, seeming like it was barely clinging to life. Maybe it has some decent grass around it? He trotted above the snow, like an angel. He arrived near the Willow tree and started to dig for some sight of grass.

Dawn || Herd Doe || Eastern Herd || Mentions: Open

Dawn was lying down, sad, and depressed. She was supposed to have a fawn this year, but due to an accident, she miscarried. This made her feel empty like it was her fault that she had killed her baby before it was even bored. I should have been more careful...I should have! She blamed herself ever since that fall on the ice, all those weeks ago.

Dawn pushed the thoughts and feelings away before standing up and replenishing her morning thirst. The water was cold and chilly. She had woken up a few hours ago, punched a hole through the ice with her hoof before sleeping again. It may have been cold, but it was better than dying of dehydration. As the doe finished her drink, she shook her coat, making it seem poofy. "Oh, fantastic," she whispered to herself as she walked from the lake towards the trees. Pawing at the snow until it was visible, and started to eat her morning meal.