I'll be using gabriel as his idol, Maximus (once made, got as a ru for another contest) his bullytarget.
Using the name Maddox Asher Clint Daemon --- softy : children, you'll see what I'm gonna do.
( don't steal )
Bouncing on his hooves, he raced down through the great, colossus pine trees, their great high tips reaching for the sky, and their flaky bark shed on the forest floor. Pine needles, moss, sparse undergrowth and dead leaves littered his path as Ronan bounded through, kicking up a storm of dirt and debris. The morning's first light shed in through the horizon's trees and lit up his way, the sky already painted soft purples and yellows, the last fading stars on their way to loose their spotlight to the brash and gaudy sun. Looking behind him, his ears flopping slightly with his pounding hooves. Bright blue eyes stared back, catching sight of the senior buck racing after him.
"Now you get back here" Snapped the gruff-toned deer, his grey-brown eyes narrowed in on Ronan. Ronan looked back just as he smacked straight into a tree, his body tensed up on impact, the momentum carrying his whole body into the wooden column. Something had to move, and it was Ronan as he shift to the right and he managed to ricochet off the tree to an angle, gladly, as it saved him a lot of pain. Laying there, he scrambled, but he was down for the count. The thud of hooves and there was the large, burly buck over him.
"Now look what you've done, Ronny...." He murmured, the male fawn looking up at him, his head had a nasty scrape and so did his chest and shoulder. Bark was in his fur and face, making him feel even worse.
"I'm okay...I-I'm okay" He mumbled, holding back tears, the pain stinging. He'd taken worse hits, though he still got a bit teary.
"Ah....what did I say about the crying?"
"Big bucks don't cry..."
"Right, now .... can you stand?" He asked, his warm, rough nose pressing against Ronan's cheek, trying to nudge him up. Ronan's already awkward legs pushed against the ground, but he let out a small bleat as pain became more of a force pushing him back down to the ground. It hurt.... he didn't feel like moving. He shook slightly, laying on the ground.
"Ah.... fine. Lay there" The buck snorted and swung his thick, powerful legs, walking away from him.
"Nngh! Don't leave me!" Ronan started up, kicking his legs and straining to stand, but he wasn't getting much.
"Papi!" He shouted, the buck looking back.
"Get up and walk. Maybe you'll learn some patience..." He stated dryly, not stopping his slow abandonment of the downed fawn. He swung his head back and faced forward again, the red-brown deersert making his way on without Ronan.
"Wait!" He cried and kicked himself up, stumbling and swaying as he tried to follow the older male.
"No. the world doesn't wait. You have to get back up" He growled out in his rumbling voice. He was relatively slow, but to Ronan, it was like he was going a million miles an hour. He pushed himself up and started to walk, at first very jagged in his steps, gasping and panting as he tried to follow, his fragile body sick with pain and a nasty bruise. It wasn't serious, and Papi knew that. He was just teaching Ronan another of his famous 'suck-it-up' lessons. He believed Ronan's parents were soft, lenient, and irresponsible, leaving Ronan to grow up so loosely. He needed discipline and order, not flowers, sunshine, and that stupid trash about dreams coming true and everything being so sweet and magical.
"Papi!" Ronan called, kicking his weak legs until they finally worked enough for him to catch up a foot behind the massive buck. Finally he was back up and moving and Papi smiled just faintly, hiding it though, as he wanted little Ronny to think he was serious. He couldn't have the young fawn thinking he could just ignore him because it was another lesson. The good part about it was that he didn't say they were lessons, and they meant much more to the young male. He stopped and looked behind him, Ronan's scrapes weren't too bad, but he has some swelling on his head from the nasty hit and he looked like he was having issues balancing. Good thing it wasn't a long walk to their spot. He didn't slow or stop when Ronan fell or slowed. He kept up his solid pace and made Ronan push to keep up with him. Finally, Papi stopped and looked at the small stream, dipping his head down and drinking a few gulps, followed by little Ronan collapsing and shoving his face into the water. Papi pulled back his head, his maw dripping with water. While he observed Ronny, he bent his knees and laid down, slightly shifting onto his side as his legs were too achy to lay on. The arthritis was a real butt and that meant he couldn't lay comfortably on his legs. When Ronan was done, he scrambled over and flopped down against Papi's side, curling up on his right side, his left probably too sore to lay on. His small head rested on the buck's shoulder and his blue eyes on the water.
"You weren't going to leave me, right?"
"I'll leave you eventually, Ronny.... when I do, it'll be on my own accord." He stated with annoyance.
"and when you can't follow me, you need to man up and become your own buck, alright?"
"...Just don't leave yet" He mumbled, dozing off, his eyes half closed from exhaustion. The struggle to get here was a bit much for him and his small body. Papi would just force him to muscle up a bit. He'd be able to take the bite of the world.... he wouldn't end up like the others. He'd make sure Ronan had thick skin.
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