REAMUS - THE IRONHOLD GROUNDS - AFTERNOON
Ulysses Renoux
| @Hunting Party
Trickling through his ears, the sound of a short waterfall pouring into a small lake brought a certain steady music as birds chirped and insects rubbed their wings together in melody. The same rushing water ran down through small streams, an escape for the pool of water. His hands briefly cupped the crystal clear water before bringing it to a quick splash across his face. Wiping the residual grime and liquid away from his eyes, his hand reached for his pocket and slipped out a metal flask.
He shook the little container, feeling a little liquid inside, before popping off the cap and swigging the last of its contents. With a downward slope of the arm and wrist, he pushed the flask halfway under the surface of the water before pulling it back up, filling its contents and taking a brief sip of the cool water. His gaze at the water before he heard the rustling of branches and leaves from across the pond.
He raised himself up slightly from his perched position, keeping his knees bent but his body raised up to be higher now and no longer sitting still. His free hand went towards the inside of his coat.
A flash of white fur greeted him as well as a pair of dark eyes. Intricate yet large and regal horns adorned the creature's head. It was far larger than any stag he had ever seen before.
The White Stag. Such a rare sight. Their eyes met and for a moment the forest simply held its breath.
"Hello there," the raggedy man simply spoke before standing tall and giving a small wave of the hand,
"I didn't mean to intrude on your spot. Just needed a little water."
He shook the cannister once more, letting the water audibly swirl and swish in there, before turning around. His legs carried him to the nearest tree as he sealed his flask shut with his hands. Sitting down and settling his back against the tree before shuffling a little to find a proper comfortable position, the doctor began letting his other hand reach inside his other pocket. A small blueberry muffin.
"You know, I'm not even supposed to be here," Merlyn eyed the muffin before taking a bite, slowly chewing,
"I got lost. I heard there were games over at this rich palace. Figured I try my luck."
Out of nothing more than simple curiosity, his eyes lifted up to see if the white stag had not simply galloped off. Instead, his twin eyes met the beast's four staring back. Closer now, stopping in its tracks and even its breath from its nostrils seemed to reach Merlyn. A raised eyebrow followed before watching the way the stag did not just gaze at him.
But the muffin as well.
A lighthearted scoff erupted through his chest and out of his throat. Of course. He broke the muffin in half, extending his left arm out and opening his hand the larger half towards the elegant stag. Merlyn closed his eyes and looked away to the right, completely vulnerable.
A moment passed. Then another.
Before a wet nostril and its little feelers met his hand and a huff from the beast smelling the confection once before its tongue and teeth grazed Merlyn's bandaged hand. The doctor simply waited before the beast finished licking the crumbs off his hand. Daring a small glance, Merlyn cracked an eye open before shifting his head slightly in the stag's direction.
A wet tongue licking his face was his reward for such a transgression. Two tongues. He could definitely feel two of them.
"Hey! Hey! I'm not a muffin! That was my only one!" Merlyn began to chuckle before breaking out into more laughter,
"Stop! Oh you-!"
The mirth escaping his soul guided his hands to gently stroke and pat the creature's fur, letting his hand caress along its head and neck. A few scratches here and there in the fur out of sincere love. His hands almost disappeared, sinking into the sheer amount of fur. Fur that was slick to the touch. To keep the rain out yet aerodynamic, the way his hand could run slick across the fur. Little ridges he could feel if he prodded a little deeper past the fur before those same ridges suddenly opened and close beneath his grasp.
Gills. Meant to help intake air while running. This creature, it's size was even more impressive up close. It dwarfed him a fair bit, not the Merlyn was the tallest person, but he was sure it was almost larger than any stallion he ever scene. But this was not just a strong or elegant beast. It was meant to be fast. To run, outrunning predators and running as fast as the wind itself.
What a marvelous creature.
"Ah, this is better than any game. You're better than any game. Yeah, you handsome devil you," Merlyn began ruffling the beast's fur around its head and neck playfully.
"I think I'll name you . . . Yakul."
The stag simply nuzzled its head against Merlyn's own forehead. The doctor found that to be all the affirmation needed. A simple laugh escaped him.
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Romulus Vel
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spoke. After a satisfactory examination, the justicar snatched them up and approached the hunting retinue in the clearing.
