the woodlands ;; fawntalia rp

[lukas_stop]

o| Feliciano | Male | Fawn | Form | Tags: Lovino |o

The fawn held a wide smile on his face. "Wow! That's amazing!" He moved over and sat next to Lovino, looking over his shoulder to get a better look at the drawing. The lines and marks that the man had made turned into a near-realistic picture of himself. It was a masterpiece to him.
Feliciano yawned, he had forgot about the exhausting run from earlier, but sleeping during the daytime would be dangerous. He decided it was best to stay next to Lovino. Who knows, maybe he would tell him more about what a human life is like.

[vacant.]

Alfred F. Jones||Hunter||In the forest||Form||Tags; Matthew

" Matthew " Alfred said to himself, trying out the name. He began to stutter out a response when the fawn mentioned of him being scared but cut himself off when his rifle was kicked away. He squeaked when his rifle was kicked away and he half heartily reached out to it. He pulled his hand back before making a helpless face. He looked up once Matthew began to speak again. " Hang....out? Well I have- I think I left something- there's a- " He stuttered all the excuses he could muster. Confusion was hitting him big time. He didn't know what to do at this point. So here he is, completely helpless with his rifle out of reach, his shoulder bag was probably laying somewhere, and a fawn right in front of him. And this fawn wants to hang out with the very person that was trying to hunt him a few seconds ago.

Antonio Fernández Carriedo||Fawn||In the forest||Form||Tags; Maria

Antonio glanced up nice he saw Maria rush forward. His mind was in a daze making it hard for him to register everything that was happening. He couldn't seem to muster something to say so he just grunted in greeting. He let out a pained hiss once he felt the ribbon wrap around his wound.

[RexAraneo]

Maria~Forest~Tagged;;Antonio

"Sorry" she said as she tightened it slightly before quickly tying it off. "That should work until we find something better" Maria stated, taking his wrist and checking his pulse, making sure it was going at a good rhythm.

[Paul Stamets]

"Following you? You were just going in the same direction as me." He said, seeming to have a rather decent grasp of the language. "Not like you have any right to be going this far into the forest." The albino fawn said. "I forbade you to go any further into the forest with that weapon." Gilbert then said, voice gaining confidence the more he spoke.

Lovino huffed when Feliciano moved. "I told you not to move." He grumbled, erasing the left hoof and drawing it in again before going to work on the head. "What happened to you?" He then asked, rather glad that the fawn wasn't scared at him. "You were scared." Lovino started to sketch out the antlers.

[zombles]

Ludwig / location: forest / tagged: Gilbert

Ludwig shot him a I don't have time for you look grumpily, not liking being addressed so many questions or engaging in such a long conversation. "I've lived here my whole life, I have every right," he replied, casting a harsh glare in the albino's direction as he started walking again. He wasn't going to stop a fawn from letting him get home. Sooner or later he had to check what became of his back, he knew for sure that there would definitely be a bruise there tomorrow.

[Paul Stamets]

Gilbert scowled, feeling much more confident and stepping after the German. "You know I wasn't finished with you." He piped up. "Just because you've lived near here doesn't make it your right you know." The albino continued, watching the other as he walked. "You the one that shot? You don't have anything with you."

[zombles]

Ludwig / location: woods / tagged: Gilbert

Gilbert kept progressively annoying the younger German, so Ludwig choose to just offer him a small snort and kept walking. Depending on how long kept up this behavior, the higher Ludwig's blood pressure would rise— he basically could already feel it rising. This day just kept getting progressively questionable.

[Paul Stamets]

Gilbert wouldn't give up either. He'd always been watching Ludwig as the small hunter grew up after all. A rising blood pressure would surely keep Gilbert entertained throughout the night. "So, hows it feel to brutally murder other creatures nearly the same as your and sell their bloody carcasses for money?" Gilbert did live for annoying the hunters, even though it was moreso from a distance and luring them away from friends, this worked too. Especially because it seemed like the hunter had unarmed himself.

[zombles]

Ludwig / location: forest / tagged: Gilbert

A wave of guilt wash over him at Gilbert's description, leaving a stinging, shaming ache. Fixing the position of the rifle on his back, the blond stopped. He straightened the messengered bag, inhaling sharply. "Why are you talking to me? You obviously know what I do, somehow, there's no point in trying to guilt-trip me into stopping. I've already contemplated my other options. Someone has to do it, and it's me." Ludwig removed a pair of warm, knitted gloves from his pockets, slipping his fingers into them and continued to amble towards his quaint wooden cottage.

[Paul Stamets]

Gilbert smirked, feeling he had hit a thorn. But he of course wasn't deterred. "Other options, huh? Someone has to do it? And why's that?" Gilbert inquired. As he was following, all of his Mutti's lessons came flooding back into his mind, how wary she had taught him to be, even around her own son and husband.