Brooks frowned and shut his eyes, snuggling closer to her. He rubbed his jaw along her upper spine, just glad to have her near. "The Hunt will be over in a little while. I promise, we won't do anything dangerous until then." The buck said, glaring at a coyote that had stopped near the tree and was looking at them. It ran off soon after, leaving only dust in its wake.

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EDIT: YEAH, DIS PAGE IS MEIN!

"B-but I wanted to." He replied, plastering on giant puppy dog eyes. Chuckling lightly, he nipped at her ear and flopped onto his side, pinning his ears back so they couldn't be nipped at in retaliation. "If you want to come along, be my guest, but I'm not leaving you alone, babe."

He laughed, flicking his short, fluffy tail back and forth happily like a dog. Leaning up, he licked Orinoco's cheek, grinning. He stood up and looked around the gigantic, hollow tree stump they sat in. It had many platforms one could sit on leading halfway up the trunk, possibly having been carved like that by bugs or little critters. He leaped to the nearest platform, not daring her to a jumping contest but simply showing her a good vantage point.

Brooks gaped and stuck his tongue out at her, pouting for a moment before jumping up to join her. "Hah, not so cool now, eh?" He cocked his head, a sly smile on his face, and plopped down on her shoulders, squishing her with his fluff. "I am the king of Pride Stump. Hear me roar and tremble." Brooks said laughingly in a monotone.

Brooks pouted, knowing exactly what she meant when she said she was the one who really ruled the stump. A small glow caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head, finding himself to be looking straight at a glowing mushroom. Smiling to himself, he leaned over and nibbled on it. Within seconds, the buck had transformed into a frog. "Kiss me, Orin." Brooks said pitifully as he flopped off her back. "I'll turn into a prince again."

Brooks' jaw dropped, how was he supposed to catch something that flew? Taking a bite of the glowing mushroom, the buck was transformed into a tiny bat. Haha, he would catch her now! He flapped his tiny wings and flew after her, landing on her back and making himself right at on in the feathers when he caught up. "Hiya!"

"You're too pretty to let go of, babe." Brooks squeaked, his voice unnaturally high because of the small shape he took on. "Besides. I don't think I could." He said, snuggling into her feathers while dodging her beak. Good lord, as a bird her body temperature was higher. She was so warm... He could doze away like this. The slow, repeating motion of her wing beats plus the warmth of her body and the softness of her feathers was like a fatal dosage of sedatives.

"B-but. Warm!" He stuttered, looking up at the back of her head, frowning. "Stay a bird, babe. Too warm... Nice and warm..." Brooks mummered, snuggling back into the feathers in between her shoulder blades. The small bat pressed his side against the pink skin through the feathers on her back, dozing again.

Brooks mumbled, "If you want to, perch somewhere, an old nest or a branch, and we'll nap." Brooks used the little hook at the thumb of his wings to stay clung to her back. He made a mental note to give back to Orin, give her something in return for letting him stay on her back and sleep. Perhaps he could dress up their home a bit; clean out the old grasses, make her a little bed... perhaps.

"You are mein kampfy chair, Orinöco..." Brooks slurred, burying his face in her shoulder.

Brooks giggled a bit, a smile on his lips as he fell asleep in her feathers. "Thank you Nokie."

He was having that dream again.
The one where he was the Highwayman. Brooks rode on his horse, the fanciful lace it his neck stiff and choking. Couldn't breathe well. Night was cold... so cold. A... gunshot. What? Looking up, he saw a woman, bent over the railing of the balcony and blood dripping from her fingertips. Turning around, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run away. Screaming. Mad? No, frightened. Gotta get away.
No.
Something... something... A piercing pain, like his rib cage was pulled apart. Looking down, blood. BLOOD EVERYWHERE. Oh no. Ohno. Ohno. Ohno. Please, God, no. Not now, not like this. Sucked back to reality. He was on his horse, he was just shot by Redcoats. What now? Brooks cringed in pain as he was thrown from his mount, landing with a sharp sound on cobblestone. Something dribbled from the side of his mouth... Blood. Just perfect. The pain in his chest was still there... and that damnable choking feeling around his neck. Lace... Out of the corner of his eye, a man, a man with a bright red cloak.
Damn you. He hissed up at the soldier.

Brooks forced his eyes open, breathing somewhat irregularly, nothing someone would notice, really. The bat shimmied around his mate so that he was clinging to her chest. He nuzzled under her beak, reminding himself that a nightmare was just a nightmare. That this was real life.

"Just a bit of a bad dream, babe. I'm fine now." Brooks smiled, but... he felt a sneeze coming on. He wriggled his nose but it wouldn't go away. Oh no. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Brooks let go of Orin and dive bombed out of the tree, landing on the ground just in time to turn back into a full grown deer, the sneeze getting rid of the transformation spell.

Baby cake Anna needs to meet him. /nod/ I didn't know if you wanted to RP here or on her bio or wherever. Fudge, now I have Highwayman and Annabel Lee in my head. They're not entirely conflicting...

If you got a setting, by all means go for it. I've got nothing.

My war/suicidal boys(Akhen and Zash) would get along with Brooks. Half the time theyre thinking of how they died. Oh by the way, I feel so bad for him for having to put up with Orin, but it's so funny! He's probably going to think twice about having another kid.

The young doe stared out over the pond with awe. She was resting, her limping trek through the forest had led her to the stinky mass of water. She was tired and a little cold, the muscles of her little body weren't used to wandering such a distance. She didn't know what the water was called, or that it had a name. There were giant green things that reminded her of the "funny buggies" she had seen in the tall grass. They even hopped like them! She simply watched them with interest, but didn't get up just yet to bound after them.
No, might as well catch her breath first. The little fawn watched the water ripple across the surface, blobs of oranges, whites, yellow, blacks and reds darted under the surface. She tilted her head toward them, uncertain as to what they were. Were they like her? Should she be able to run around under the weird water stuff? Bella wasn't doing that. So then maybe Anna couldn't do that either? She wrinkled her brow in confusion, before something else caught her attention. It was like the little fliers, the butterflies! But faster... Annabel forced herself to get up, running, half slipping and falling , down the gentle slope as she chased the dragonfly. She slid to a stop when she discovered the mud on the shoreline, gasping as the cold and wet seeped into her pelt. She stared longingly after the dragonfly, before slowly starting forward after it, the mud sinking through her hooves. The tiny doe, sniffed the mud on her pelt, her snout wrinkling up in a grimace. It smelled awful! She had another shock awaiting for her when she encountered water. It was wet, and even colder! She wheeled around in surprise, her limbs flailing as she limped as fast she could back toward the grass, her pelt smeared in mud.
The little doe flopped in the grass, shivering against the weird goop that stuck to her pelt. What was it? She coughed after attempting to taste it, grimacing against the revolting taste on her tongue. Something gold caught her attention. Was it Bella? No...too big, and fluffy! She didn't limp toward it, merely watching for a moment.

Annabel watched him, her ears perking forward as the giant fluffy stag came to a stop a few feet away. She couldn't decide whether or not she should just wander up to him. But he looked warm and fluffy...She decided she needed to see what his pelt felt like and stumbled to her feet. She was still clumsy at getting up, her body leaning one way or completely falling over depending on how fast she got her legs under her. This time she leaned and was able to catch herself, stumbling a couple of steps before she could limp up and come to a halt a few steps from him, her little tail wagging as she tipped her head toward the stag. She didn't know how to introduce herself...oh wait. Maybe... She frowned as she tried to remember what Bella did... she had said her name. Oh!
"Annabel!" She exclaimed, feeling rather proud of herself.

Dear god, I'm tired. I just about died laughing over "manly giggle".


Annabel laughed, trying to mimic him but failing miserably. She ended up falling on her face, laughing as she stumbled back up to her feet to look up at him.
"Brooks!" She repeated the name, mentally putting a face to the name. Now that she was talking more, she was figuring out it wasn't so hard.

She tilted her head, repeating the phrase with curiosity, "Get cleaned up?" she didn't know what that meant. Her attention wasn't captured by the words for too long, as she giggled and hopped after him, taking several leaps to his one. She swayed to a stop beside him, looking up at Brooks expectantly.

The fawn looked between him and the gross stuff on her fur. Oh...that's what he meant. She tried it herself, licking the goop off her fur and nearly gagging in the process. At least it'd be off her fur though...she tried again, licking at the random spots on her fur she could reach. She stopped when she fell over. The fawn sighed, becoming annoyed at the situation. She remained where she was, focusing on the spots on her legs where the goop clung to her fur. She wrinkled her snout, man this stuff was gross!

Haha. x3
Brooks: *glances at Poppy* Hey Pooppp? Could you... watch over Orin for a sec? I gotta do something that doesn't involve standing here?

And then he's on his way to FREEDOM, BEECHES! XD

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Brooks chuckled and leaned down, cleaning the rest of the guck off the small, crimson fawn. He nearly choked on the pond sludge himself, but he couldn't leave it on the baby. "Annabel?" He asked softly once he'd finished cleaning her. "Where are your parents? Maybe we could find your mom and she could give you a better bath."

SUREEEEE. Now Brooks can do something without being chased :3

And Ori can have chocolate. HERE, BEFORE HE COMES BACK.

Poppy: -sits nearby- Man, what it is with preg does? I think it's just a reaction to slowly growing fat and knowing that there's nothing you can do to stop it.

-To Brooks- You'd better run before she uproots a tree and flings it at you.

The fawn tipped her head. Go somewhere? "Okay!" She giggled excitedly, hopping around. She stopped short though, tilting her head around to look at the stag. "Momma? Know Momma?" she asked, turning back around to look at him. Did he know Momma?

The fawn giggled excitedly, bounding over and attempting to jump up onto his back. Someone just as good as Momma? She wagged her tail and managed to settle herself down between the stag's shoulder blades, snuggling into his fur.