[FIN] [B] Uncertainties Abound [EBark + Bitter Heartbeat]

[Pigxels]

Ember Bark slipped between the trees, curious but unsure. The great red buck was the first legendary he'd ever laid eyes on. He bit his lip awkwardly, and turned his gaze back to home, where he hoped Hanging Vines was still asleep, so that he could return home with a nice surprise. He sighed, and then stepped out from the trees, flicking his tail like a squirrel out of habit. I need a better nervous twitch, he thought dryly to himself.

"Hello there," he said, as cheerily as he could, though feeling the ice in his feet. His voice was almost always chipper regardless of how he felt. Energy seemed to pulse right through him. "I was wondering if I could have a short chat with you. I promise I won't take up too much of your time. At least I hope." Unless I'm an idiot, then maybe, he thought additionally through his smile.  

[Pigxels]

He paused a moment to regain his thought, and then concluded he should just shoot for it. "So I met a doe, and she's sweet..." He flicked his eyes up awkwardly and realized the stag already knew all this. He felt a little embarrassed and warm in the cheek, but he continued. "She wants some little ones. And I adore little stick-legged, lanky balls of energy. So we were hoping for some eggs. I would definitely stick around while they grew up, I'm not sure about her." He could already see the ideas dancing in his head. The hiking trips, the hunting, the games, the events and festivals, the excitement of holidays, the possibilities of more fluffy tails like his and the the beautiful greens and markings their mother had. He tried to bite back his smile, but it puffed out his cheeks ridiculously.

"I brought you something, too," he added hastily, almost forgetting. He tugged off a folded up, giant leaf on his back, and placed it on the ground. "There is some powder inside that if you mix with water, will make a very vivid, and lovely violet paint. It holds for a long time too before the rain eventually washes it away, but if you ever need more, I can always collect it. It comes from the stamen in a specific flower nearby, and I can't seem to find very many of them so it's relatively rare." He perked up and showed him a bit of hoof that he'd goofingly painted, still nice and bright. "I uh, I did that about two weeks ago... it's... still stuck," he said with a cheeky grin.

anemosagkelos

 

[Pigxels]

He was glad that he seemed to pleased with it, and hoped it'd come in handy for him sometime later. Half of his trees in his slice of home were absolutely covered in paint now...

What sorts of things did kin normally wish for, he pondered. There was always health and happiness, but he decided to take it a step further. "I wish for them to each find their niche doing exactly what they love, and to be great at it. I hope they see amazing things, and spread that heart far and wide in everything they do," he said, still daydreaming of all the fun they'd have, scampering through trees and mud. "I'm also hoping they come home once in a while when they grow up. Getting old is getting old," he said, though he wasn't nearly old at all.

anemosagkelos

 

[Pigxels]

"Absolutely perfect," he beamed with a nod. "Now hopefully I won't be stuck by myself all day, bored, under the tree after all the good times we're going to have," he hoped optimistically, and then bowed to the legendary with a folded leg as low as his horns would allow him to bend his neck. "Thank you so much. I hope the paint works well for you, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help. Hanging Vines is going to love this when I get back and tell her!"

anemosagkelos