name ;; her name happens to be Ayelet ;
Ah - yehl - eht
Ayelet is Hebrew for "deer" and while
I would not choose something so
ironic and obvious, I thought it suited
this doe not by the meaning but
by the name itself. It's a strong,
sturdy name, just feminine enough
to not be overly girly. It's a lovely
name, and this is a lovely character. c;breedable ;; yesart ;;
story ;;
Hooves pounded on the forest floor, a rhythmic, distant sound to the Elkrin, whose mind was not on her own speed. She was a blur through the forest trees, weaving in and out gracefully as her slender legs sped wildly. With swiftness and grace she made her way through the thickets and brambles, jumping over fallen logs and ducking her long, slender neck and lowering her sculpted cranium when low branches came overhead. Her slim form slowed only when she emerged from the very thick of the tree lines to a clearer part of the woods. Her gallop slowed to an even canter and she paused only for a brief part of a second before she was off again, so surreal that many would think her to be a mirage.
A pleased squeal erupted from her maw and finally she seemed to be content with her journey having ended. Blinking angelically, she tilted her head upwards to the heavens and viewed them with keen eyes that reflected the blue of the skies. If she had been human, she would have smiled at the majestic quality it possessed. The sunlight streamed steadily through the leaves, as there weren't as many trees to block it out from reaching the forest floor.
A joyous squeal emitted from her once more and she pranced about, head held high as she made her way over to the nearby stream. She bowed her head, tongue lapping out delicately to drink from the burbling stream. The water was fresh, cold, and clean. Refreshed, she licked her maw when she was finished, shaking her head delicately and then bowing it against the nibble upon some grass blades growing fresh and green by the water's bank.
With a small yawn, she finished up her snack and continued to walk, her hooves flattening the grass very little as she delicately walked about, before finding a nice place in the shade and settling down, her legs pulled under her as she laid down in the cool shadows of the tree. Putting down her head, her eyes swiveled as she listened keenly to everything around her. Little sparrows sang on their branches, squirrels and chipmunks chattered loquaciously as if they were intelligent enough to have a conversation about such philosophical things such as life and death. This Elkrin was much more wise and experienced than those woodland creatures ever would.
The air was thick with wafting scents of various flowers such as honeysuckle and lavender that grew wild in the forest. Herbs also tainted the fresh air with a familiar, gentle memory and she could easily identify basil, rosemary, sage, and thyme. She licked the outside of her maw as a hunger coursed through her at the very idea of such vegetation. Her luminous tail flicked back and forth and she tilted her head wisely.
A relaxed atmosphere hung in her surroundings and she calmed her swift heart, which was nearly jumping from her chest after such excitement from her run. Her long ears flicked back and forward, forward and back, and she tilted her head thoughtfully.
Ayelet was wise graceful. Despite this, she was fiery and had a temper to match the severity of how she ran. Untameable. This was not truthful, she knew, but no one would win her trust by ropes. Elkrin bonded in a much more peaceful way, and they had to trust their rider and for their rider to trust them. She already knew there was just one capable of doing that, one that visited her occasionally but hadn't made a move to bond yet; this human was a lass named Rivkah.
Now most Elkrin can manipulate their riders' body masses so they are sleek, slender, and graceful like the Elkrin they ride. However, this girl required no altering of her appearance. She was already skinny, agile, and long-legged. Many had made a rumor that she was a human incarnation of an Elkrin herself. Regardless of whether this was true or not, she had a bold, independent disposition and a quick wit that made her able to keep up with Ayelet's; it helped them to get along well, because not often did the Elkrin find creature nor person that could keep up with her fast pace, figuratively or literally. It was a refreshing change.
Now in this clearing, this cut grove, the Elkrin waited for her friend. She had a good feeling about this human, this intellectual being with respect for the environment and a quick mind. As she laid there, she could hear worn sneakers flattening grass and crunching twigs beneath them, and she knew that this human was being punctual as always. But even as Rivkah stepped out from behind a tree, her casual clothing clean but not at all new, she did not get up. She was tired from her long journey over here and she was sure the human would not mind her retaining her place in the shade. It was a pleasant day, after all, and she would much rather stay put.
A smile formed on the features of the pale female human as she approached the Elkrin, slow and respectful as always. Elkrin were proud creatures, and she, unlike many humans, knew not to offend them. Chuckling, the human reached out a hand, palm out flat, and Ayelet extended her neck out, nuzzling her palm with the tip of her nose. The fingers then cupped around her nose and rubbed there affectionately, before she slipped closer and sat against the large, graceful hoofed creature's form.
"Hello Ayelet."
The human's voice was soft and musical as always, giving her comfort. Her large ears perked, and her head turned toward the human in an alert and patient fashion. This was very good. She nuzzled Rivkah's cheek in greeting, bringing a smile from the girl and an extra pat. They were both more than happy to see each other on such a fine day. "I know, I'm happy to see you as well, friend."
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You said and/or so I did both a story and art cx
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