Keya | Doe | Lone | Mentions: Ezra

It's getting pretty rough out there. I wonder where you would have been without my assistance.

Keya's ears flicked at the stag's voice. His first remark wasn't what bothered her. Anyone could have pointed that out. But his coy expression that followed had warned her against what he may say next. Confirming her suspicions, the stag had boasted about how she needed him. Typical. All stags were the same, weren't they?

Never had Keya met a buck who didn't annoy her in some way. All of them had some flaw that she couldn't bear. It was common to find some who were egotistic with that aggravating masculine air. There were a couple who were self centered and too boastful. And there were the occasional who were just completely helpless. To her, it seemed like this buck fell in the first couple categories.

Keya scowled at his words, rolling her charcoal eyes as he settled down into a comfortable position. Keya hadn't had time to really look at the stag before, since they had been out in the storm and all. But now, under shelter, she had a chance. Besides, she had realized that he might have been looking her over as well. Keya didn't mind it, to be honest. He could look, but he couldn't touch. And the doe was amused to know that she may have some effect on him, however small it may be. Keya was well aware of her neatly kept appearance, clad in a russet coat and a lithe frame.

Her own gaze inspected the stag for a quick moment, realizing that he was quite stocky with what seemed like a thick and soft pelt. When he spoke again, her gaze met his evenly. She could finally pin a name on this stranger. Ezra.

Nonchalantly, Keya responded "Keya. My name is Keya." She paused for a moment. As pleasant as the moment was, she wanted to remind the stag that this was most definitely temporary. "But why would you have to know that? If we are going our separate ways after this storm."

(No worries!)

Venom | 2 years 1 month | Stag | Bachelor | Mentions: Riot (ind.)

Venom was treading through the forest, he felt lonely and tired. He didn't like this..not one bit. He wasn't an independent stag, he needed to be with others. He didn't even know why. The little piebald stag should his small growing rack and snorted. He walked upon a nice stream, he lowered his thick neck and started to drink from the cool, refreshing water.

Ah..so pure. The young stag looked up to the sky, "Oh Riot..I should have never left..." he sighed, and began drinking once more. He kept thinking of his older brother, remembering when he fled his older brother because he was scared. I should have stayed-I shouldn't have been such a coward! He yelled at himself on the inside, he cursed and swore at himself.

The beautiful piebald stag stood up, and walked along the stream, seeing a path of large rocks leading across the cold stream. His hard, black hooves leaped onto the rocks. One by one, his hooves slipped a few times on the slippery tops, but he managed to get across.

"Huh, truly thought I would fall and crack my antlers, such lu-" guess he spoke to soon. Venom tripped over a light clump of snow and fell right onto his head but thankfully his antlers held and didn't break. "Damn."

Riot | 5 years 6 months | Stag | Bachelor Stag | Mentions: Open

Riot was walking through the woods, he had been following the tracks of fellow Red Deer for a few hours now. He needed protection, for at least a few days. Something felt off, someone was out there. Watching him, he didn't like the feeling one bit.

The red stag snorted and picked up the pace to a brisk trot. He watched around carefully with his eyes but kept his head forward watching the tracks. Riot heard movement behind him but kept his cool. His pace quickened, and so did the movement behind him.

His heart started to race. Coyotes. Riot felt a bite on his hind leg, and he kicked his hoof out, kicking a coyoted right n the face. "Fuckers," he whispered as he bounded into a run, away from the tracks. He didn't need nor want any deer to get hurt, and because it was the right thing to do.

The coyotes behind him snapped, growled, and howled. Only a pack of 5..I can outrun them-hopefully. Riot pushed himself, his hooves flinging up snow behind. him into their faces. He bucked and kicked his hind hooves out, hoping to kick a coyote but failed somewhat. When he kicked, a coyote dodged but ran right into a tree going unconscious. "Win..win?" He chuckled to himself, he looked straight ahead. Only 4 left...

Dawn | 3 years | Doe | Eastern Herd Doe | Mentions: Beau, herd (ind.)

Dawn walked up to Beau, standing close to him. She felt safer around him, because he was well, the Lead Stag. The one who would protect his herd with his life, and her. Because she was apart of his herd. But there was something else...yes, she liked Beau more than a friend. That is why she was jealous of Faith but didn't hate her for it. No, she wasn't like that. She just wished that she was by Beau's side. But it was just a fantasy, not real life, sadly.

"Beau?" She looked up to him, then back to the trees. "I know it's not my place to say, but I suggest we start moving only because its spring. And the bears and coyotes are getting hungry and thirsty and by staying by this water source we are in slight risk," she spoke softly. She looked up to him again, then back to the forest.

"Just a suggestion though.." she added before she started grazing on the dead grass. She found a stick and started to eat the chew and eat off the bark. It wasn't tasty, but it was something and the food was somewhat scarce.