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thought I tracked this ;;
tracking now ♥

Pffft Don does'nt mind staring at fish.xD Ahh,poor boy ;u;

I'm just gonna stick a track right hurr...

Glad to be seeing this boy in-forest more :3

Aww. She's a little crazy lately, but she doesn't usually bite :3

Oh this boy's a cutie!
Seen him around, but only when Peri had a destination and couldn't sniff every stranger. ^~^

I wonder if I can add you in skype... or you add me: Luana.Dajhi

This guy is so adorable. ♥

A bump.



Happy birthday, Zash.

Happy Birthday Zashy!!

SOB I NEED JACOB TO INTERACT WITH HIM MORE/plops Jacob on top of

ALSO

Happy Birthday, Zashy! ♥

WAIT, WHAT? What happened? He's not gone, is he??

Oh phew! What's going on with him, then?

Donovan trodded throughthe undergrowth,head swiveling,eyes searching as he sought out his friends.Curse his lack of smell! The Cowboy had to rely on eyes and ears alone to seek out others.Which often had him wandering aimlessy through the forest trying to see familiar figures.
And it was one figure,who caught his eye in the distance,a vaguely familiar one at that...Zash perhaps?
He trotted closer,chuckling to himself,what a lazy lump his friend was,mabye he could paint blueberry juice all over the grey bucks face as he slept.
He drew even closer,coming to a dead stop when he noticed red smothered all over his friend...The hell!?
He breaks out into a run,skidding to a stop near the stag,a strangled cry ripping from his throat.
"Zash?" He breaths,nosing the downed buck.

The rivets of cooling blood had yet to fade into the background of his conscious. He was still aware of the agony that swept through him, of how broken and helpless he was. He should have stopped Riley sooner. He should have been stronger. He should have figured everything out sooner. If anything he deserved the pain for being too stupid to figure it all out before Riley showed up.
He once considered himself smarter than that.
Zash? the question sounded extremely far away to him, as if someone was shouting to him at some great distance. At most, he recognized his name and the question itself, the flow of the word over the tongue. Some part of him wanted to respond. He struggled against the shadows that dragged him down into sleep, fighting nearly as hard to show that he heard them as he fought just as hard to breathe. Zash... He struggled harder, wanting to say something. Anything, move, twitch a muscle. Show that he wasn't ignoring them to die. He wanted to live, didn't he? Some part of him still held onto that. He wanted to live. He sucked in a weak breath, something that was considered stronger than the faint breathing before, but it tapered out by the blood rushing up from his destroyed lungs.
Please wake up... Every bit of the will he had left was put into the effort as he realized whoever they were had to help him. He got his foreleg to twitch enough to drag across the earth, though he barely felt the motion, or the dirt tugging on his hoof. I'm trying...I'm trying... he thought, though the words were painfully slow in his mind. As if he had all the time in the world, not...giving...up...

{e} Fixing this because it's driving my perfectionism up a wall.

She shook her head softly"No I don't but..he needs help" she said her eyes searching her friend desperately. "Zash" she said laying beside him and groomed him gently. Her sight being hindered by her tears."I don't know what to do Don..."she said looking to him for any comfort.

A bump for recovering RP time thing. Please come and interact with him!(RP that is in progress above this post will remain that way, below this post will be a new RP)

Zash tilted his head toward the voice, more relieved than he originally thought that this voice was a friendly one, albeit unfamiliar. His sluggish mind worked to come up with some response to his greeting, trying to come off in an equally nice and friendly tone. He didn't want to scare him off by coming off gruff-he felt he would be alone for a while if he did. Yet, the Grey's mind and tongue weren't working together quick enough and by the time the other spoke up again he was only halfway through at settling on some form of timely greeting.
You're not hurt, are you? he was stumped on that one. He was, but he was getting better. He didn't know if he could handle saying that or not. Or if that was even the case. He felt a bunch better, just out of it. 'No' seemed to be the way to go about responding to that one, but it was a blunt and definitive type of response.
Then it struck him, he was pondering how a greeting would be taken rather than actually answering. He never cared about that before. He settled for answering the last set of questions, since by then it was a little too late to greet.
"...no...am getting better though..." even though his tired voice said otherwise he flashed a weak half smile, as if he was trying to convince the other male of this. "Name's Zash..." he added after a few heartbeats, "What... may I call you?" his words felt painfully slow and somewhat muddled on the tongue, even though talking seemed to be helping his mind pick up the pace.

Seed. Zash mentally tried to pair the name to the voice. He thought he could see something green moving...maybe that was him? He wished he could see him better. Though he felt somewhat relieved when Seed's voice came closer, happier at the thought of company than he initially thought. The half smile flickered, fading a bit at the other's remark. He couldn't tell which injuries he was referring to. His missing leg and eye had been referred to as accidents or fights in the past. But the fact he was pretty much blind until the swelling went down made him reconsider.
"My eye...?" his head tilted a bit from where he had his chin resting on the ground, "I lost a fight with that one," his smile returned a bit, though he missed the look on the other's face.


Seed's such a lovebug. I just want to hug him.

Zash couldn't help but chuckle at that, "Only a little bit," he agreed, though went silent at the mention of help, thinking it over. He could deal without water or food for the time being, besides food was a delicate issue with him, but he felt the urge to take up the other's offer, "In all honesty, you just talking to me helps a lot. It's kind of lonely...I can't see so I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to run into. It's safer to stay put, but I kind of miss company too..." he trailed off, somewhat embarrassed to admitting such a weakness. Yet, he had never been alone before and never had much of a chance to get accustomed to it. He always had some friend with him just another wherever he went. His mind was picking up it's pace by talking again anyway, the words came to him much easier than before.


:3 and sorry can't really code at the moment.

The young stag didn't respond right away, half because he was taken off guard by the question and half because he was thinking.

"Special...like means something to me?" he questioned back softly, but his voice sounded distance. He thought back to when he first entered the forest, back to the spots he had wandered to. He had places he preferred to sit, but they meant nothing to him. The purple flower patches...those held memories. Good memories.
"Those...those flower patches. The purple ones with the little butterflies...they hold happy memories for me, if that's what you meant." it troubled him to think that he had nothing other than those flowers to hold happy memories for him. He thought he had more than that. "What about you? What's special for you?" he prompted, curious as to where his train of thought was headed.

"It's unfortunate for you to have loved and lost so much..." he murmured after a good minute of silence. He didn't consider that to be special though, bad or sad memories, yes but special? Maybe in an off handed way. He continued in a quiet voice, "I've yet to really fall in love here..whoever they are probably wouldn't want me. I have a habit for falling for someone who wants nothing to do with me..." he trailed off, his head fixed in such a way that he seemed to be staring off into space- if he could see. Then he shook his head, the necklace flickering around his neck, "But those sound like sad memories, why would you want to think of them? Or has it been so long now that you see them as just memories...no attachment?"

Zash listened to the other's words, thinking. Some part of his mind clicked with what Seed said, and he understood where he was coming from. Why feel sad when you can cherish the memories you had of those you cared for? It seemed healthier than pining for what once was.
"I understand..." he replied quietly, tucking away the wise words. Maybe they could be of use when he got lost in memories. "Yet, I can't help but wonder how you can still feel love toward those of the past if they've hurt you? You mentioned your ex-wife, surely that caused pain?" he turned his head to look at him. Like with Riley. They were "even" but Zash wanted to know to forgive him. How to remember him with kindness and not frustration or pain.

"You speak wisely..." he murmured after a few moments, catching the sniffle in his voice, "Very wisely, making everything seem to make sense..." he trailed off into silence, before adding, "I'm sorry you had to suffer through that, someone like you doesn't deserve that type of pain." the gray stag went silent for some time, staring off into space before speaking up, "my friend did this to me. I...I said something I shouldn't have... And he...did something stupid in response to it. He came back to basically beat me an inch from my life...I was worse off than this..." a pause before he went on, "I felt I deserved it for ruining our lives...but I can't hold it over my head anymore."

The stag was giving a small nod when the other mentioned something about a project. His ears flicked forward as he tried to see Seed through what little bit of vision he had. "Is that so?" he murmured, fruit to keep the interest from overwhelming his voice. It was a welcome conversation change; he didn't want to be somber anymore. Even though he didn't mind one little bit lending an ear to Seed. "What type of project, if I may ask?"

Seperate would probably be best.

Zash didn't know what to make of them stopping short in front of him. It was like they didn't know what to make of him, or were startled into seeing him. He inched his head around to try to see them, making out blue, gold and some feathers. It took him a few heartbeats to recognize them, feeling more relieved than he initially thought that this was a friend over foe. Or at least he hoped so.
"Nadezdha...is that you?" he questioned softly.