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Traders, Rubies and Thieves | Part 1HuishaTraders, Rubies and Thieves | Part 1 by Ettid
The bright, clear autumn breeze held a slight chill, but it was far from the harsh winds of winter. This was more of a lazy, sunny morning; the kind best spent strolling through the woods or napping the day away.
Huisha’s spirits were high as he talked to Scarlet. They’d picked out a quiet glade where they shouldn’t be interrupted by inquisitive fawns or single-minded stags in a mind-numbed state of rut.
The brilliant chestnut doe was old enough for the rut this year, and despite his advancing age it still took a bit of concentration to stop dwelling on that fact (and her striking appearance, and her enticing personality). He shook his head and reminded himself, again, to focus on the conversation.
She’d approached him earlier, seeing his vine-woven charms, about some instruction in magic. The gregarious Huisha didn’t need any enticing to be convinced to spend time with other fawnlings, and being sought out to teach magic always went quite a
Along Came a SliderScarletAlong Came a Slider by Ettid
‘Season of love’ they called it. Really, when you thought about it, it rarely was about anything even remotely close to love. It was hormones and little more; sure you had the few couples, where a fawn would be born and created from love, but really, how many was that lucky? Scarlet herself wasn’t even that lucky, if you went back far enough. Surely, her parents had come to love each other and her, but it had not been the sweet, love-filled story that one might expect.
Thoughts swarmed the does mind, as her muzzle disappeared in the cold, clear water. What she going to be truly influenced by ‘love’ this year? No. There wasn’t even the slightest chance when you thought about what she had encountered so far. The Blackwood stags, her dear friend, other stags. There were a lot of stags, but nothing came close so far and that was how it was going to stay. Fawns were cute, but not cute enough to carry for a whole winter!
Over her head the leaves we
Cool Flames and giggling FawnsSilaCool Flames and giggling Fawns by Ettid
Sila had noticed the stags kinda acting up. When she asked her mom about it, she said it was normal. Each year, in his season, autumn, stags would fight for does. She had caught a rumor about some stags going to have the first fight of the season … and she didn’t want to miss it. Her mom said it was normal, but she could feel the tenstion in the air!
Sila first wanted to get Simba and Soma. But she was kinda still mad at Soma for yesterday.. so she went to Aldra instead. She would love to see the stags too, she bet!
She ran over to the glade where Aldra and her mother usually lived. “Aldra! Hey good morning!”
Sila moved closer “I heard some stags were going to have the first fight of the season. I want to go and see! Do you want to come? It’s just on the North side of the glade!”
Aldra was bored. It was the best way to explain how she was feeling. She was completely out of things to do and that was despite it being fin
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Traders, Rubies and Thieves | Part 2BrynmoreTraders, Rubies and Thieves | Part 2 by byrch
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
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