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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 1:57 am
 After they were first born, Makaio's intention was to keep the fawns as close to him as he could at all times. But he had to give them some slack, didn't he? It was a bit regrettably that he realized he was hardly giving his three fawns room to grow. Still a bit uneasy and only partly rid of his overprotective tendencies, he urged them the explore the world the way he had when he was their age. He could only hope that they didn't make the same mistakes he did, too.
It didn't take much urging to get Triveni to get out and explore. She had all but willingly jumped to her feet - all four of them, recently - when he nudged them out of the thickets. Today seemed like a prime day for exploration, and Tri was not going to let it go to waste. Emery was already out and about somewhere, but Azarel was never too hard to find. She sniffed her brother out with relative ease, affectionately rubbing her cheek along his neck (it was as high as she could reach, for now; her brothers were growing faster than she was, but she was still convinced that she'd be taller than both of them in a year or so).
"Good morning, Brother. Care to join me for a romp?"
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 7:21 am
 While his father's protectiveness had certainly not gone unappreciated, and Azarel loved his father just as much as he was certain makaio loved him, being watched over all the time was... intrusive, to say the least. So when they were encouraged to go out, at first Azarel was thrilled. Freedom to do what he pleased, to learn on his own, to be able to spy on others without the pesky eye of his father catching him trying to become privy to information that wasn't necessarily his to know. Of course, the novelty of it wore off fast when he realized what that meant; while he was free to do what he wanted, so were his sister and brother and no doubt, they'd come bothering him to go play or explore or some silly, fawnish thing to do. Didn't they understand they were older now? They were going to be adults one day! They had to act like it!
Azarel had been grazing a bit when Triveni found him, and before he could even notice her, really, she'd already sidled up and greeted him. "Good morning, sister." He groused, squinting a little at her. Azarel wasn't a morning herla; if he could sleep into the afternoon that was fine by him. Sleeping late left him more energetic to go spying later in the day. He bowed his head and nipped at her ear affectionately, offering a short smile.
"I guess so." He said after a minute, nodding. "Where's Emery?" Usually he'd expect Triveni to ask that of Emery; he certainly wasn't the 'romping' kind. But if that's what his sister wanted...
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:04 am
"I'm not entirely sure, actually." Triveni closed her eyes for a moment, tilting her head back and flaring her nostrils, breathing in deeply. Emery's scent was present, surely, but he was not, and Tri didn't especially feel like expending the energy trying to find him. Besides that, she felt her current mission was more urgent than more playing with Emery. She lowered her head, her eyes open once more.
"I think he's off doing...something. But I'm always with Brother Emery, and never with you. I didn't want you to get lonely." It wasn't that Triveni was unwilling to leave her fawnhood behind; since the day she wobbled out of her thicket, she had been a bit more proper than many of the other fawns, and she certainly never stopped acting that way. But she still enjoyed playing, even if only a little. She lowered her head so that her neck was a flat line, her smile small.
"Come play, Brother. If you do, I'll talk a walk with you. Would you like that?" She lightly butted him in the shoulder, careful to avoid his armored chest. Both of her brothers had gotten armor, but she hadn't; Father had assured her that he'd make her some when she was older, but she had grown skeptical of this. That was alright, though. She was sure he had his reasons.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:14 am
"He's probably stuck in a mudpit or something." He mused idly, snorting quietly. He sniffed after a minute; his brother was somewhere near enough to be smelled, but if he wanted to play by himself, Azarel certainly wasn't going to go after him. He had enough to do without having to chase Emery down and make sure he wasn't doing something ridiculous. Like entertaining his sister, or trying to spy on Tristam or Charlotte doing Important Things.
"I'm not lonely, Sister." He assured, smiling a little more warmly to her. He wasn't the type to get lonely; solitude was his paradise. But he couldn't begrudge his sister for being concerned with his lacking social skills. "But thank you." He brushed his nose against her tuft of hair, nodding a little. "I'll play if you like; we can go for a walk later. What do you want to play?" Playing wasn't something Azarel did often. He swung his tail absently, reminding himself just why he didn't; that tail could be a lethal weapon if he didn't keep it in check. Not playing meant not accidentally clipping some poor fawn or yearling with it. He'd have to be especially careful with Triveni, his father wouldn't be pleased if he accidentally nicked her by being careless.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 8:42 am
Makaio had been perplexed as to how something that he had done to himself could be passed on to his fawns. He was too young to remember his own mother fretting over her son's boney tail; he could only recall the adjustments he made after his mother's death. The scorpion tail seemed to fit perfectly. Truthfully, he was pleased to see Azarel's tail, on many accounts; he wouldn't have to worry quite so much about the fawn not being able to protect himself. He had taught him how to hold it above his back, where it was easier than dragging it behind him. But it did concern him that he'd hurt someone accidentally; Azarel's fears were not unfounded.
His sister, on the other hand, found the tail intriguing. Makaio joked sadly that she'd gotten the short end of the stick. She would smile weakly, then nuzzle away the distressed look on her father's face. Truthfully, she didn't mind. But Azarel's tail was none-the-less interesting, and as he swayed it, she found herself briefly distracted. It took her a few seconds to respond.
"Mmm...let's play tag," she offered after a moment of thought. Only a portion of that moment passed before she nosed her brother's flank and bounced to the side. "Tag, Brother! Come get me!" Another bounce, and the little yearling was quick to bound away, weaving with an ease that seemed near unnatural through the thicker brush.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 1:14 pm
Azarel blinked at his sister, furrowing his brows together. Tag? What was--
Oh!
He grinned a little, watching Triveni dash away, and rolled his eyes a little. "Tag." He muttered with a small snort, before bounding after her. The scorpion-tailed youth chased after his sister, only momentarily distracted with her grace before concentrating more on catching his sister. That was the object of the game, wasn't it? To catch the Not-It deer and make them It. Or so Azarel surmised; it certainly wasn't a game he'd played before. (Admittedly, he didn't play any games very often, but that was besides the point.) He bound after his sister, concentrating on the light fur that stood out against the green backdrop of the thicker brush so she couldn't give him the slip.
When he thought he was close enough, Azarel stuck his neck out to try and tag Triveni's flank with his nose. "You're--" And then his hoof got stuck in a root sticking out of the ground, and he fell forward with a yell, rolling tail-over-head a few times before landing unceremoniously on his rump. Azarel lifted his head, eyes blinking as he processed what just happened.
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