SCREEMS BACK!

howdareyoustealmypagetho

super overdue track sobs <3

Qanat - aha, gosh I'm same with tracking shit, d/w

Tera - I KNOW RIGHT. It's sort of cute but also sort of worrying?? I'm just. stria pls

wow brit :c
really let me down -muffled sobs-

She's so pretty ♥!

STRIA PLS U SO FAB

dear deer god

Thank you guys so much for the comments on the art, really made my day when I read them. I've come back to read them several times, too uvu;;.

You can thank Nate for the, uh, addition to the top image 8'D


Sol - fgfjg it's okay! Her hooves aren't visible in the first piece, no way you could have known! But ohmygosh if you want to do another piece of her, do feel free ♥! So sweet that you'd even consider it ;v;

god that image made my day

sorry for Kio's lazyness
my game is freezing a lot :/
is great to see how she has grown up <3

FITE ME

track ♥ !!

_{TRACKING THIS TOO ♥}

vgfpovbfosb hi :3

traaaccccking this cutie.

I-
OhmyGOSHGHFKGHg
that's ... actually a rather stylish hat.

I'm gonna touch ur little nubs, Stria.

I'mm'a touch 'em.

eee, ♥!

War peeked at Stria from under his long lashes. He didn't know whether to sniff her or not. Besides, he could smell the blueberries a mile away. So, he just watched, not realizing that staring was rude.

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Hi <3

As always, War enjoyed being sniffed. Feeling like he was supposed to, the fawn sniffed back, nose bobbing over her forehead and an ear. Yep. She smelled like berries. Good smell. The thought distracted the babe as the other left. Stria's words weren't immediately processed, as words didn't mean much yet. Didn't really notice she was gone until she was, but soon heard her bumbling back. The blueberry smell was strong... and so was the sight of them each thudding to the ground around him. One even bounced off of his nose. The female made some noise again, and the younger tried to understand it. It seems she had done something she was proud of, judging by her body language. The word "helping" seemed to stick out in his mind. Maybe that was what this was. Helping. But what was it?

He tested the blue globes that were nearest by, first pushing them with his nose (almost getting one caught up it) and then by licking them. Licking seemed to bring about a good result, so finally took one in his mouth and squashed it between his palate and tongue. A bit of juice dribbled out of one corner as he sucked on the mashed berry. It was gone too fast, prompting him to grab another and half-suck, half-chew them down. Once he sufficiently had a full belly (which didn't take long.) the fawn smiled at his new friend and spoke. "Helping." he then mimicked her by nodding. War was pleased.

Woah, lots of 'helping' and all of its conjugations. Maybe helping was very good. Maybe she wanted some helping? War picked up a berry. Instead of chewing it, though, the fawn threw it at his new friend using his new 'nod' motion. "Helping!" he proclaimed. First speech, now sharing? If this fawn was behind in his development, it wouldn't be for long. The babe's big brown eyes momentarily searched for any sign of his actions pleasing the female before he proceeded to roll a berry down the side of his little wallow. This time, though, he was careful not to get it up his nose. Push, don't sniff. he kept reminding himself.

That game grew boring by the third roll. The babe rotated his ears forward to use all of his senses, staring at Stria again. Show me, so good. The fawn was teaching him lots. She was good.

The fawn was pleased when she ate the berry, smiling and wagging his little fluffy tail. When she made noise, it had to be good, so War listened to each one and made mental note of it. Ears pull back briefly when she huffs, sensing disappointment, but one twitches forward again when Stria questions. Rolls the sounds over and over again in his head, trying to make sense of them. Sniffs the air, smelling a bit of Djinn's scent left there. The fawn looked around for a moment before deciding that her question was too difficult. 'Mother' was now a confusing word, since it had been the subject of the sentence. War tilted his head in question, repeating the word to the female: "Mother?" Maybe it would be enough to show that he didn't quite understand. His big ears were cockeyed, only adding to his confused appearance.

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Poor Stria. LOL stuck with a confused baby.

Was mother a bad word? Stria was upset for a minute, then calmed down. Maybe mother was bad... but then she looked... disappointed? So maybe his question was bad. Made a mental note not to ask those kinds of questions. The next question was about... father? Okay, so he needed a minute. Taking stock of all the noises Stria made, War astutely discerned the right way to respond: "Not me." The little being's voice was quite clear, despite being unpracticed. Both ears pricked forward, focusing on the fawn that was teaching him things without even trying. "Not... mother. Not father." It was just himself, he didn't have mother or father, whatever they were. War was beginning to like this exchange of words. Maybe conversation would be fun after all, though he didn't know what to call it.

The little, dark fawn tilted his head, questioning her for no reason at all.

More sounds. More questions. Although he didn't realize he understood any of the noises, there was a good chance he did understand more than he was even aware of. War had a little help from the forest itself ever since he arrived in it. The first gift was the ability to survive on water alone. He hadn't ever had milk, but instinctively knew he needed to drink something and was getting by fine on water. The second gift seemed to be his quick learning ability. The fawn just had to come across things that would help him progress, and then it happened at lightning speed. Presumably, this was the world's way of helping him to survive. He didn't know it, nor would he take advantage of it.

The fawn just blinked at Stria, righting his head on his neck and letting both ears come forward. One day he might be able to explain to her what was going on, but not now. Now, he still didn't know enough language to understand the whole of her questions. "Not me." He didn't get it, so the only negative reply he knew came out.

Thank you, too. I really enjoyed all of this. Getting War to learn to associate words with meaning is a real step in the right direction.
Sleep well.
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The little one watched as the female drew closer, and listened to her list off a bunch of things, punctuating them with "good" or "not good." He'd learn one day what each edible was and how to eat or avoid it. For now, the fawn just let himself be used as a pillow. Both had participated in a very comical and crazy experience. The heat of the sun coupled with full tummies had the same effect on him that it did her.

There they lay in his little wallow. Maybe being with another wasn't so bad after all, if it meant learning and cuddles.

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