Brilliant darling Badger Deer!
Username:
zσкєтι
Badger Deer #:
#60. beautiful litter.
had this thread in my bookmarks for a long time.
finally got around to doing something with it. ^^
Name:
kapradina. ['kah-prah-dee-nah']
Meaning:
"fern" in Czech. the darker dapples on her shoulder are reminiscent of ferns.
it was a pretty-sounding word as well that stood out to me.
Gender:
female.
Poem/short story:
word count // 421 (oops. ^^")
story has no plot, I just spilled words.
Wind gusted through the undergrowth, shaking the ferns and bushes. It stirred the dry, old leaves on the forest floor, scattering looser bits. Above the canopy a gale howled, and the creaking of limbs echoed through the wood. The dark sky was just visible between the splotches of swishing foliage above, greenery changing to reds and golds and browns. A chilliness hung in the air, increased greatly by the fierce air currents.
This was autumn. Although the nearing storm was not as positive of a change it was actually one of her favorite occurrences. The haunting crashes of thunder, the exhilarating pulse of lightning. The danger made it all the more interesting. Kapradina loved the feel of the gale in her fur, tugging it, and how she sometimes had to grip the ground hard with her claws as the elements pushed against her. Some might take to a den at this time, but not her; she was waiting, waiting, waiting for the storm to really begin.
The young badger deer curled her tail in the air, tilting her head and drawing in the cool, sharp scents of the approaching squall. She was standing on a smoother stretch of the forest, where she had a better view of the sky—the tress were thinner here and a gap opened her view even wider where a tree had fallen recently. The weather churned above, but storm had not quite reached her position yet.
Kapradina strained as a powerful surge of wind shoved her, and she ducked her head to keep herself in place. Beneath her thrill she felt a quiver of fright. Not yet had a storm harmed her in any way, though she was aware it was luck. No lightning fire, no wind damage. Could this one change that?
She had a shelter to flee to, if necessary. That log, the one that had created the nice sky-view above, was hollowed and large enough for her to squeeze into. She’d pulled some moss and leaves and bracken in too, just to add a bit of comfort. She ought to consider getting out of harm’s way, now. The storm would come, and she could view it from a safer spot. Though the open was always a more exciting way to see it.
She trotted for the log and reluctantly pulled herself into it, settling and situating on the bedding. From there, she turned her yellow gaze to the sky—still visible from her den—and continued to watch the clouds heave and roar.
Extra:
art by me:
Username:
zσкєтι
Badger Deer #:
#60. beautiful litter.
had this thread in my bookmarks for a long time.
finally got around to doing something with it. ^^
Name:
kapradina. ['kah-prah-dee-nah']
Meaning:
"fern" in Czech. the darker dapples on her shoulder are reminiscent of ferns.
it was a pretty-sounding word as well that stood out to me.
Gender:
female.
Poem/short story:
word count // 421 (oops. ^^")
story has no plot, I just spilled words.
Wind gusted through the undergrowth, shaking the ferns and bushes. It stirred the dry, old leaves on the forest floor, scattering looser bits. Above the canopy a gale howled, and the creaking of limbs echoed through the wood. The dark sky was just visible between the splotches of swishing foliage above, greenery changing to reds and golds and browns. A chilliness hung in the air, increased greatly by the fierce air currents.
This was autumn. Although the nearing storm was not as positive of a change it was actually one of her favorite occurrences. The haunting crashes of thunder, the exhilarating pulse of lightning. The danger made it all the more interesting. Kapradina loved the feel of the gale in her fur, tugging it, and how she sometimes had to grip the ground hard with her claws as the elements pushed against her. Some might take to a den at this time, but not her; she was waiting, waiting, waiting for the storm to really begin.
The young badger deer curled her tail in the air, tilting her head and drawing in the cool, sharp scents of the approaching squall. She was standing on a smoother stretch of the forest, where she had a better view of the sky—the tress were thinner here and a gap opened her view even wider where a tree had fallen recently. The weather churned above, but storm had not quite reached her position yet.
Kapradina strained as a powerful surge of wind shoved her, and she ducked her head to keep herself in place. Beneath her thrill she felt a quiver of fright. Not yet had a storm harmed her in any way, though she was aware it was luck. No lightning fire, no wind damage. Could this one change that?
She had a shelter to flee to, if necessary. That log, the one that had created the nice sky-view above, was hollowed and large enough for her to squeeze into. She’d pulled some moss and leaves and bracken in too, just to add a bit of comfort. She ought to consider getting out of harm’s way, now. The storm would come, and she could view it from a safer spot. Though the open was always a more exciting way to see it.
She trotted for the log and reluctantly pulled herself into it, settling and situating on the bedding. From there, she turned her yellow gaze to the sky—still visible from her den—and continued to watch the clouds heave and roar.
Extra:
art by me:
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