Post by Long Spikes on Feb 27, 2006 18:21:08 GMT -5
Name:: Long Spikes, or just Spikes for short
Gender:: Male
Age:: 2 years
Type of Animal:: Deer
Picture:: ((In my sig, well, it's off of a book. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a deer that looks like him!))
Position:: Buck
Apperance:: He is a crisp, golden brown and his nose glimmers like a black prearl. His hooves are sharp blue, meaning navy for no hoof is black. His right black hoof shimmers cream, this is rare in a dear but both him and his twin sister had been born that way, along with thier mother. His antlers where what where really special. Hunters had aimed on him for he had but one point per antler, most would go for a 20 pointer but Long Spike was rare. His antlers rose like knifes, two long, cream antlers with no extra buds. Thay are as smooth as anything, each spring they grow back the same. Most may say it is a mutation but he finds it interesing.
Personality: He has a little bit of an attitude, and he fears nothing. He can be a little timid during Runt or hunting season, but other than that he is layed back unlike his twin. He is fastinated by other wild life and most wild life is fastinated about him.
History: He had lived with his twin sister during his life as a yearling. She had kept him safe and she had been timid even during the calmest days, she had liked his company and he had liked hers. They lived on a small brook, surounded by dence forest. As yearling they had been left to defend themselves, thier mother had been killed by a fox and her new born pups, she had been weakened after failing an atempt to excape over a farm wall fence. Long Spikes had gotten his name after his father, who had had the same antler mutation. Spikes liked the brook, and it's sweet forest scents. His favorite time was autum, the Beaver matin gseason, when they large perfumed mudd patties. he enjoyed thier brilliant sweet scents. Now he lives alone, before Runt his sister had departed to travel with a group of does. Hunting season had came fast and hunters became fastenated over him, thay thought he was his father who had been killed long ago by a hunter. He had nearly excaped dealth that yar, that trained him to be on his hoofs and always watching that time of season. Winter had came and now the forest was think in chill. Cyotes now roamed these parts of teh forest. A day came, cillier than any other day, Cyotes howled in the distance. He leaned down to sip the cool waters and he heard a stampead of paws on the earth. He looked up and saw a pack of Cyotes he lifted his white tail and ran off. The river was comeing up soon, farther down, the deaper part, they where close and thier leader was at his tail. He took the only chance to survive and leaped to the river, so did the leader. Spikes fought the qucik corent but the Cyote was built for speed in water, she latched her teath into his tail and tugged. Pain had winced through him and he snorted. He was too the other side of the river, mud covered the shoor. He placed his front hooves in the mud and slipped down with ease, he struggled to get up and out of the bone chillin gwaters but he failed again and again. The Cyote was fealing the water too now and she was weakening, her pack yipped at the shoor line encouraging her. Long Spikes rested his muscles and leaped in a last atempt, this time it worked. He fell to the earth, in a pile of snow. The lead Cyote fell into the water, his tail had yanked and the she leader left the surface with a chunk of tail as a suvenier. Long Spikes put his head down on the snow and winced as he heard a gurgle of water and the Leader dissapeared under the tide. Her pack growled and backed away from the river, they whined and dashed back off through the trees leaving the buck alone in the cold.
IC:: A buck wandered around a small brook, a beaver knawed on his findings in the making of a dam. He smiled, the woodland smells filled his delocat nostrils and sent happieness up his spine. He felt a little lonely after his sisters departure but he felt happy to be at the brook. He stepped into the sweat waters. A female beaved swam out of the water with another log, it stared at him, curiosity filling it's eyes. She had traveled up river here and she was a bit curios for her mate had always lived here. Spikes looked back in oure curiosity and stuck his nose into the water. The waters taste was sweat and pure. He swallowed it slowy, savoring it's warm springfull taste. He backed away from the brook and settled down in a thicket. He nibbled on some green grass and his ears purked alert for twolegs.
Gender:: Male
Age:: 2 years
Type of Animal:: Deer
Picture:: ((In my sig, well, it's off of a book. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a deer that looks like him!))
Position:: Buck
Apperance:: He is a crisp, golden brown and his nose glimmers like a black prearl. His hooves are sharp blue, meaning navy for no hoof is black. His right black hoof shimmers cream, this is rare in a dear but both him and his twin sister had been born that way, along with thier mother. His antlers where what where really special. Hunters had aimed on him for he had but one point per antler, most would go for a 20 pointer but Long Spike was rare. His antlers rose like knifes, two long, cream antlers with no extra buds. Thay are as smooth as anything, each spring they grow back the same. Most may say it is a mutation but he finds it interesing.
Personality: He has a little bit of an attitude, and he fears nothing. He can be a little timid during Runt or hunting season, but other than that he is layed back unlike his twin. He is fastinated by other wild life and most wild life is fastinated about him.
History: He had lived with his twin sister during his life as a yearling. She had kept him safe and she had been timid even during the calmest days, she had liked his company and he had liked hers. They lived on a small brook, surounded by dence forest. As yearling they had been left to defend themselves, thier mother had been killed by a fox and her new born pups, she had been weakened after failing an atempt to excape over a farm wall fence. Long Spikes had gotten his name after his father, who had had the same antler mutation. Spikes liked the brook, and it's sweet forest scents. His favorite time was autum, the Beaver matin gseason, when they large perfumed mudd patties. he enjoyed thier brilliant sweet scents. Now he lives alone, before Runt his sister had departed to travel with a group of does. Hunting season had came fast and hunters became fastenated over him, thay thought he was his father who had been killed long ago by a hunter. He had nearly excaped dealth that yar, that trained him to be on his hoofs and always watching that time of season. Winter had came and now the forest was think in chill. Cyotes now roamed these parts of teh forest. A day came, cillier than any other day, Cyotes howled in the distance. He leaned down to sip the cool waters and he heard a stampead of paws on the earth. He looked up and saw a pack of Cyotes he lifted his white tail and ran off. The river was comeing up soon, farther down, the deaper part, they where close and thier leader was at his tail. He took the only chance to survive and leaped to the river, so did the leader. Spikes fought the qucik corent but the Cyote was built for speed in water, she latched her teath into his tail and tugged. Pain had winced through him and he snorted. He was too the other side of the river, mud covered the shoor. He placed his front hooves in the mud and slipped down with ease, he struggled to get up and out of the bone chillin gwaters but he failed again and again. The Cyote was fealing the water too now and she was weakening, her pack yipped at the shoor line encouraging her. Long Spikes rested his muscles and leaped in a last atempt, this time it worked. He fell to the earth, in a pile of snow. The lead Cyote fell into the water, his tail had yanked and the she leader left the surface with a chunk of tail as a suvenier. Long Spikes put his head down on the snow and winced as he heard a gurgle of water and the Leader dissapeared under the tide. Her pack growled and backed away from the river, they whined and dashed back off through the trees leaving the buck alone in the cold.
IC:: A buck wandered around a small brook, a beaver knawed on his findings in the making of a dam. He smiled, the woodland smells filled his delocat nostrils and sent happieness up his spine. He felt a little lonely after his sisters departure but he felt happy to be at the brook. He stepped into the sweat waters. A female beaved swam out of the water with another log, it stared at him, curiosity filling it's eyes. She had traveled up river here and she was a bit curios for her mate had always lived here. Spikes looked back in oure curiosity and stuck his nose into the water. The waters taste was sweat and pure. He swallowed it slowy, savoring it's warm springfull taste. He backed away from the brook and settled down in a thicket. He nibbled on some green grass and his ears purked alert for twolegs.
