Take and Give -bid-A warm, soft breeze billowed through the still green Glenwood. Autumn was new, and summer still held her soft embrace upon the rich land of Glenmore. Birds aplenty twittered and sang their songs from the covered branches, like an invisible choir for the royal does and a princess that were gathered under the oaks on soft grass and ferns.
A small doe stood near the princess, combing Princess Glenda’s long luscious locks and placing delicate flowers of different colors within. The princess’s long eyelashes fluttered open after awhile, “That is enough, Lady May. Please, stand there.” She nodded her head in just the slightest to her right.
“Yes princess.” As the young doe turned her back, the princess snickered to the other gray doe that lay near her.
“She is hardly a lady, just a speck of royal blood in her. Father had me take her as a hoof maiden, for her to learn the courtly ways. Some kind of favor for an old comrade of his, or something
Pale ThunderLow rumbles of thunder grew in the distance as droplets of rain fell through the thick canopy of needles. It had been storming since that day’s morning, the sun hiding and quivering behind the thick, dark clouds that cast the already dark Blackwood forest into an eternal night.
Rosie’s red pelt was slick with sweat, her swollen belly stretching the skin so tight it hurt. Sleeping on the pine boughs, she twitched while she dreamed of running. Always running, in this dream. She didn’t know if she were running to someone, or away, but that it was constant. Her legs never seemed tired in the dream, though her mind screamed to stop. It was an agonizing run, where no matter how fast her legs were moving, it seemed she only was going as fast as a walk. It was infuriating.
A loud clap of thunder coincided with one of the first contractions, the sound waking her more than the irritating spasm. Gasping, she raised her head and looked around. A nameless fear entered her mind as
Summer CleaningA glow almost surrounded Rosie as she walked with Bryn and Gilly toward their den. Her large belly nearly hid the marks of where her ribs were. This fawn had taken a lot of her energy, though she seemed, happier and content, able to grow more food than the previous year for herself and her children, both born and unborn.
As they neared their den, Brynmore looked over at her. “You let me take care of it, my love. Just rest while I prepare it.” He said with a nuzzle, before trotting off to take care of the den. Removing the furs one by one, shaking them out to get rid of the dust, he laid them upon a branch. The prized wolf pelt, which despite its roughness had kept her and Gilly warm through the winter, was the first to be taken out. Bryn had found the injured wolf, still snarling even at death’s door, and had finished it off, figuring out a way to skin it and preserve it from one of the other herd members. Next came the two lynx pelts, surprisingly soft, and then nume
Traders, Rubies and Thieves | Part 2Brynmore
Bellowing again, his eyes trained on the red doe as she lept through the brush, before he looked at the small aging stag. Ears pinned back, he lowered his antlers and shaking them side to side, pawing at the ground as he heard the doe crash through the forest, as he watched the old stag stand his ground.
Snorting, he charged at the small stag, his legs pounding the ground, getting ready hold his own against the stag if it became a push and shove match. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his heart racing to keep up with what was happening.
Huisha eyed the bigger stag warily- surely he would charge, it was only a matter of when. As an older stag and small to begin with Huisha didn’t fool himself about being much of a threat.
He risked a glance backwards and saw that Scarlet had, thank goodness, taken off. He’d known that one had a sensible head on her.
Huisha began dancing lightly on his feet, feining quick lunges with his rack here and there a
Unconventional tactics“Go doe, get moving!” the stranger said as he pushed and shoved against Rosie. “I know you’re from Glenmore, I remember seeing you flit about and around.” Rosie squealed as a sharp tine poked her rump, tears springing to her eyes. “Prince, please, leave me be!” she pleaded as she tried wheeling around to face him, to beg for mercy.
A voice echoed through the quiet subdued forest. “Leave her be! She is not yours, and never will be!” A tall, dark stag bounded toward them, anger seething from every fiber as he ran toward them.
Brynmore growled as he charged the gold stag, antlers driving the skinny, pompous fool away from Rosie. He’d been trying to make off with her, aggressively pushing and shoving the newly pregnant doe when Brynmore had returned from a quick romp around Blackwood with Gilraen.
The gold stag twirled around to meet Brynmore, his pointed antlers cracking against Brynmore’s sweeping ones. “How da