eirwen
deer shifting daughter of davorin and naga
twin to iluna
Among the two newly acquainted equines was a small herd of deer, grazing lazily about and mostly ignoring them. Horses and deer coincided naturally. There was no domination or competition. Just a simple understanding, a truce amongst them. Besides, it was always helpful to have more sets of ears to listen for hungry bellies or scent ravenous bodies craving for flesh and blood.
The white doe stood among the band. Pure white blinding against neutral browns and greens of summer foliage. Dark pools interested in the tender shoots as large ears swiveled tirelessly. On the occasion, she would bump lightly against another doe or perhaps one of the younger bucks that had not been driven off yet. Life had grown simple and quiet. The animals moved as one, relying upon each other and their kinship.
Eirwen seemed to spend most her time in her alternate shape. She can not recall when she had slipped into the familiar feel. Perhaps it had been when her moon twin Iluna, and her mother had gone off to talk to the Amazons but it had been a long time since Eirwen had set her eyes on either face.
Eirwen was not hurt but she knew that Iluna was more like their mother. Eirwen did not want the hard Amazon life that seeped from every pore of Naga. Eirwen was gentle, more suited to fight with her words rather than hooves.
But-
That is neither here nor there.
The snowy doe lifts her head when the tangy scent of equines touches her muzzle. The deer knew all the forest's secrets and it had been some time since she had seen horses and her curiosity was much too great. A soft bleat is traded off to her new deer companions as she moves silently towards the mare and stallion, watching wordlessly. Each thin limb places among the moss and mushrooms with the ease of practiced grace.
Lobes flick as there is a rather small exchange of words. Eirewen's sensed riveting with stimulus. Her sensitive being picking up the shyness of the mare and the intrigue of the stallion. The doe wondered briefly if they were old lovers having bumped into one another again after years lost...but no, no that is not right. The mare is timid but trying, trying, trying. The stallion is yearning for the connection as well and Eirwen is breathless to witness the sacred beauty that is blossoming like the silky petals of the gardenia flowers.
The white woman does not intend to interrupt as she nears them but a misguided step and a small snap of a twig gives away her position. Shock sends the doe off instinctively, bounding away in a flash of white. The doe senses the end of her movement once she has put some distance between the equines and herself, turning to watch intently, curiously.
Deer could be such odd, flighty folk.
((weird post haha but I wanted to get in on this
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