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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 2:38 pm
Guardian Odelia This is where the Herla go to swim, play in the water, and fish. The banks of this lake, as well as the meadow to the southeast, are perfect places to take a loved one on a picnic. Many of the Herla events and festivals are held here. 
Seth cringed, yelping with every step, as he galloped towards the glittering lake. He was in terrible condition, howling with wounds that looked just a day old. The buck's entire body surged with pain at every movement, but he knew it would be worth it when he reached the water. Dirt and grass flew from his hooves as he ran, and Seth gnashed his teeth. Breaking the ponds glassy appearance with his arrival, Seth felt the sting of the burns on his legs instantly melt away.
Now that we was relaxed, he carefully inspected his other injuries. The bite wounds on his flank had scabbed over that night. Seth frowned, watching his rippling reflection in the water. He found a swollen lump on his head.
Odd, I wonder what happened when I blacked out last night.
Suddenly, the buck felt nervous. He was rather vulnerable in this state, and a tingling paranoia interrupted the peace. Did someone follow me here?
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 12:15 pm
A gentle, silent Herla was currently grazing upon a bushel of lovely ripe berries he had stumbled across. They were deliciously sweet and left their staining juices all over his lips. The day seemed absolutely plain and yet completely lovely at the same time. Ryan, the berry nibbling Herla, was always into those sorts of things. Plain and simple were gorgeous in his eyes, but that only made things that were actually extraordinary leave him speechless. He was an easily amazed fellow.
Just as he was finishing his meal and licking his lips clean, a faint galloping sound reached his ears. At first he was startled, ducking lower in case whatever it was was coming closer and closer to his location. Once he listened for a while and noticed they were getting fainter it only sparked up some curiosity in the male. "I wonder what that was..." he spoke softly to nobody but himself and soon, he found his legs carrying him in the direction of where he had heard the noise coming from. It didn't take long before he climbed a small hill and noticed that in the banks of the lake there was a Herla of a different color.
Ryan was amazed by the hue of his coat, but under water it was surely less lively then what it should be. "Well, it looks like he just needed to cool down." He turned to go forage for more berries before something hit him. Wait, did he just see that poor fellow surrounded by a small tint of red in the water? His guilt was getting the best of him now. There was no way Ryan could just leave with the lingering thought of that boy being hurt and obviously alone. Gathering up enough courage he trotted down to the waters quietly, making sure he wouldn't spook the other Herla. "Excuse me... are you okay, sir?"
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