Sea Jay
Tord kin loser
Aran Winter-Eve
The deer-like creature sniffed the fresh air of the forest, feeling the breeze ruffle through his short white coat, shivering in delight at the crisp cold of morning. His delicate hooves crunched over leaves, thumped over grass, and clacked over stone as he lept and ran, weaving through tall trees, towering to the skies and shading from the rain with their thick branches and fresh, green leaves.
He had a woven grass basket strapped down upon his back, fur flooding over the ropes as they'd settled into it. In the baskets were a wide variety of herbs he had been sent to collect by the current tribe healer. An electric wave of cold shot up his leg and bristled his coat as his hoof passed through a small spot of water, he could smell the watering hole approaching in the clearing.
To his right, however, his ears flicked at a strange buzzing, pulsing sound, and as he turned his head he found something he couldn't explain. Stopping his rush back to his home, he approached it, peering at it from all angles. His tail waggled as he examined it thoroughly, trying to determine if it was safe.
Risking a touch, he reached a tentative hand towards it and panicked as he found that it engulfed his fingertips, though upon pulling back, he was unharmed. He reached his arm further, a tingling sensation passing over his bare skin, he quickly pulled his arm back and examined it, finding that it was unchanged.
He took a chance, closing his eyes and stepping inside, bracing himself for danger and clutching at the bow strapped over his shoulder, opening his eyes again to find himself in a strange place.
Strange creatures were just inside, and he took a nervous step back, ears swiveling about as he decided whether he should stay or run, his grip on his bow tightening ever slightly as he looked around the room.
The deer-like creature sniffed the fresh air of the forest, feeling the breeze ruffle through his short white coat, shivering in delight at the crisp cold of morning. His delicate hooves crunched over leaves, thumped over grass, and clacked over stone as he lept and ran, weaving through tall trees, towering to the skies and shading from the rain with their thick branches and fresh, green leaves.
He had a woven grass basket strapped down upon his back, fur flooding over the ropes as they'd settled into it. In the baskets were a wide variety of herbs he had been sent to collect by the current tribe healer. An electric wave of cold shot up his leg and bristled his coat as his hoof passed through a small spot of water, he could smell the watering hole approaching in the clearing.
To his right, however, his ears flicked at a strange buzzing, pulsing sound, and as he turned his head he found something he couldn't explain. Stopping his rush back to his home, he approached it, peering at it from all angles. His tail waggled as he examined it thoroughly, trying to determine if it was safe.
Risking a touch, he reached a tentative hand towards it and panicked as he found that it engulfed his fingertips, though upon pulling back, he was unharmed. He reached his arm further, a tingling sensation passing over his bare skin, he quickly pulled his arm back and examined it, finding that it was unchanged.
He took a chance, closing his eyes and stepping inside, bracing himself for danger and clutching at the bow strapped over his shoulder, opening his eyes again to find himself in a strange place.
Strange creatures were just inside, and he took a nervous step back, ears swiveling about as he decided whether he should stay or run, his grip on his bow tightening ever slightly as he looked around the room.
