Post by Faline on Aug 28, 2019 21:12:02 GMT
((Closed to Bambi. January 23rd, late afternoon, just verging on evening.))
"Bambi."
It wasn't a question, wasn't an are you there; if Faline knew her mate at all, she already knew he would be. The young buck took his role as Prince of the Forest so seriously, following in his father's hoofsteps, that the doe could very easily guess where his path would take him on any given day - and, today, she had made a point of being in just the right place to intercept him as he finished his typical rounds of the forest.
Her reason? On the one hoof, Faline felt, she didn't even need a reason; she simply enjoyed any time she could snatch with the buck she loved. She adored Bambi - had done so ever since they'd first met, if she was quite honest - with his gentle, often bashful nature, showing none of the arrogance that certain others (who would remain nameless) displayed. And when you added to that the fact that he'd grown into such a handsome adult, well. There was no crime at all in wanting to spend time with him just for its own sake.
On the other hoof? There was something particular she wanted to talk to him about.
It was a thought that she'd been tossing around for a little while, by this point. With the war growing ever closer, with Bambi so heavily involved in it, and with at least Gurri out of their fawns - if not Geno too - just as determined to do her own part? Faline felt like the time had long since passed for her to just sit back safely in the forest and be moral support for the rest of her family.
She shied away from violence, and knew not the first thing about fighting; these things were both true.
But that hardly made her useless.
If Bambi hadn't quite reached this point on his route, Faline was certain that he would in a matter of minutes, at the most. She didn't settle; rather, remaining on her feet she waited, with the typical eagerness of a young lover, for the moment when Bambi's familiar form would emerge from between the trees.
"Bambi."
It wasn't a question, wasn't an are you there; if Faline knew her mate at all, she already knew he would be. The young buck took his role as Prince of the Forest so seriously, following in his father's hoofsteps, that the doe could very easily guess where his path would take him on any given day - and, today, she had made a point of being in just the right place to intercept him as he finished his typical rounds of the forest.
Her reason? On the one hoof, Faline felt, she didn't even need a reason; she simply enjoyed any time she could snatch with the buck she loved. She adored Bambi - had done so ever since they'd first met, if she was quite honest - with his gentle, often bashful nature, showing none of the arrogance that certain others (who would remain nameless) displayed. And when you added to that the fact that he'd grown into such a handsome adult, well. There was no crime at all in wanting to spend time with him just for its own sake.
On the other hoof? There was something particular she wanted to talk to him about.
It was a thought that she'd been tossing around for a little while, by this point. With the war growing ever closer, with Bambi so heavily involved in it, and with at least Gurri out of their fawns - if not Geno too - just as determined to do her own part? Faline felt like the time had long since passed for her to just sit back safely in the forest and be moral support for the rest of her family.
She shied away from violence, and knew not the first thing about fighting; these things were both true.
But that hardly made her useless.
If Bambi hadn't quite reached this point on his route, Faline was certain that he would in a matter of minutes, at the most. She didn't settle; rather, remaining on her feet she waited, with the typical eagerness of a young lover, for the moment when Bambi's familiar form would emerge from between the trees.
