#Fallow deer barks

[adventure-alex]

🦌🎶 The Voice of Nara: Exploring the Unique Sika Deer Sounds🎶🦌

🦌 Step into the enchanting world of Nara, Japan, where ancient culture meets the mesmerizing language of Sika deer. 🇯🇵🌸...

🔍 The Whistle of Caution 🔔 As the sun casts a warm glow over Nara Park, the Nara deer's keen sense of alertness is evident in their gentle whistles. 🌞🔉...

😊 The Snort of Curiosity 😄 One of the highlights of visiting Nara is the heartwarming interaction with the friendly Sika deer! 🥰🦌...

🎶 The Whistle of the Rut 🦌🍁 As autumn arrives, Nara Park witnesses a captivating transformation within its deer community. The rutting season begins, and the park comes alive with melodious whistles of the male Sika deer! 🍂🍃...

Don't miss this incredible journey through the captivating language of the Sika deer! 🦌🗣️... Check out my blog for more information about Nara and the Deers!

[starlitskvaderart]

Midori One Day One Page 71!

This week’s theme is a follow up of sorts to the Ship Week last month - this month it’s OC X Canon ships! Some will be mine, some will be other people’s, and we’re starting off with Bark the Polar Bear with Holly the Fallow Deer, who belongs to @omnicenos !

[elkaseltzer]

asking for definitely no reason absolutely no drawing in progress why do you ask? details of the types of deer below the poll

Blacktail- known for having large ears. common in western america

Whitetail- known for (gasp) having white tails. common in western america.

Elk- second largest species in deer family, although most people dont really think of them as deer. known for screaming. common in foresty america.

Reindeer- you know dasher and dancer and donner and vixen. found in mountainous northern america.

Coues- a specific type of whitetail. called "grey ghosts", they are known for being elusive. common in arizona mountains

Roe- small, reddish deer. has antlers that look actually pretty close to his. not native to america

Fallow- the deers with the spotted backs. usually kept deer, not necessarily wild in america. invasive to united states

Red- one of the largest deer species. they bark and roar. often dark red/brown with cream bellies. used as venison. have been found in texas, georgia, and pennsylvania

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[onlycosmere]

Dragonsteel: Chapter One

The lumberman’s son was born into a world of magic. Perhaps others would not have thought so, but to a young boy full of curiosity and wonder, the forest was a place of enchantment.

Jerick saw magic in the growth of the great pines, seeds barely as large as a pebble eventually becoming monoliths, with trunks so wide that when he hugged them, pressing his check against the rough bark and stretching his arms to their fullest, his fingertips still didn’t touch at the back.

He heard magic in the wind, which blew whispers through the branches, dropping cones and needles to the ground like a rattling waterfall.

He tasted magic in the fruits of the wilderness, berries both sour and sweet, musty pine scents that tickled the back of his nose.

He felt magic in the forest’s life. A group in which the lumberman’s son included himself. Like the branch rat, the wolf, the rabbit, and the deer, Jerick was a creature of the woods.

His first steps had been taken on a floor of pine needles. His home, a simple hut constructed from those same trees that surrounded it. The lumberman’s son knew other, less fortunate children who lived in a village a short distance down the river, a place where the mountainside tapered and the trees fell away into a broad plain. Here, people lived cramped together, their houses huddled like frightened rodents or birds too young to leave the nest. Other lumbermen lived in this village, taking carts or boats each day to the lumbering camps.

Jerick could not understand these men. They worked with the forest, yet it did not intoxicate them like it should. He did not know how they could leave the beautiful woods each day, instead choosing to live in a place so crowded and suffocating.

Jerick had friends in the village. They didn’t see things the same way he did. When he showed <Cenn> and the others a tree older and stronger than the rest, they would shake their heads, not understanding its strength. When he found a large fish swimming in the river’s sheltered shallows, its bulbous, unblinking eyes regarding him with an unasked question, the other boys would only try to catch it. When Jerick wondered how the clouds could move in the air when there seemed to be no wind, the others would ask him why he cared.

So, though trips to the village were exciting, Jerick was always glad to return home. Home to his mother, who would be finishing the day’s washing. Home to his forest on the mountainside, where he could listen to the pines rustling, <fallow owls> calling, and twigs crackling, as opposed to the silence caused by men yelling to one another.

He loved to accompany his father into the woods. The lumberman was so tall and broad-chested, he seemed almost to be one of the trees. Rin’s arms were thick and rough with hair, his tough axe-calloused fingers like ancient roots, his beard like a thick gathering of pine needles that poked and scratched Jerick’s skin when they hugged. His father had deep, understanding brown eyes and wide lips that were usually parted in a contented smile.

As far as Jerick could tell, his father was the only person alive who understood the forest better than Jerick himself. Rin could tell the strength and quality of a tree’s wood simply by rubbing his fingers across the bark. He could see birds nesting high in branches that Jerick had assumed were only shadows. And he could always find sweetberry bushes to sate a growing boy’s appetite.

More importantly, the forest seemed to accept his father. Jerick soon came to understand that this was because his father respected the woods. “Look at the trees around you, my son.”

(By the way, I’m not gonna do the dialect. I had dialect in Dragonsteel. People from the rural areas don’t say the word “the,” they just say “ta.” So, “Look at ta trees” is what they would say. But I’m not gonna do the dialect.)

… his father would instruct as they walked together. “Man can be born, grown, and die in the time it takes one of them to get so high. They’ve seen the likes of us come and go.” That would be all he said for a while. Rin didn’t speak much, not like the other lumbermen, who always seemed to have something to say and not enough people to say it to.

Rin was a King’s Man and cut lumber for the king’s shipping. Like the other lumbermen, Rin used a shiny bronze axe to do his work. The most important possession he owned; bronze was rare. The only other piece of metal Jerick’s family owned was his mother’s bronze cooking knife. Jerick had heard men in the villages speaking of a new, stronger metal that had been discovered recently in the south, something called mountainsteel. They said its name came because it was the same color as mythical Dragonsteel. But to Jerick, it was all the same. He had never seen either one; bronze was good enough for lumbermen.

As soon as he was able, Jerick followed his father to the lumbering camp. After a few weeks, the burly men welcomed his presence, and he was allowed free rein of the camp, where he watched, thinking of questions to ask his father as they travelled home. He wanted to know what made the men’s arms so big. Why the trees fell the way they did. And what the lumbermen did with all the branches they cut off the trunks. He wanted to know why the King needed so much wood. And how long it took to float all the way down the <Trerod> river to the palace.

Some of the questions, his father could answer; others, he could not. Some things, Jerick simply noticed and asked no questions. Most of these had to do with his father. For instance, after felling a tree, his father would dig two holes and drop pine seed into each one. The others did not. Every day when the work was done, his father would start a small fire of green pine needles sprinkled with pungent witherdust and let it burn among the trees slated for the next day’s lumbering. The smoke would trigger a reaction in the pine larks and <cheps>, and they would fly or scamper away, taking their young with them. The other lumbermen would scoff at his father’s precautions. But Jerick watched with pride. Actions like these, and dozens like them, were where the lumberman’s son learned the most important lesson his father ever taught him: all life was precious.

Such was Jerick’s life up until his eleventh year. He wandered the forest, helped his mother with cleaning and baking, ran chores in the lumbering camp. To him, there could be little else to life; he was content, and he wanted nothing else.

His father, however, had other plans.

 (I consciously did a bit more of a storyteller’s style for this. You can see; that first section’s basically omniscient. This was always kind of meant to be a story that Hoid was kind of telling after the fact. You can kind of see hints of that in some of these sections. Other sections go more into the third limited. But you can imagine that sequence that I just read you all being said by Hoid to people who want to know about what happened and how everything came to be.)

…

“Jerick, son, go fetch your mother some water.”

“Yes, Father.” It was dark outside, and his mother had little need of fresh water, but Jerick complied quickly. His father made few demands; when he did, the lumberman’s son did not question. He did, however, run quickly, so he could return to listen outside the door.

“The boy notices things, <Martle>,” his father was saying. “He’s quick of mind. The other day, <Javick> and Henry hadn’t been watching the angle properly as they cut. That tree would’ve fallen the wrong way and could have killed a man. Jerick saw the error in an instant. He pointed it out to them. A boy barely two hands old speaking lumberin’ to a pair of men who’d been cuttin’ trees their entire lives. He has more questions than I can answer; though sometimes he answers them on his own.”

“And what would you be havin’ us do about it?” his mother asked. Jerick could imagine the slight frown on her face as she asked the question, her broad frame seated on the floor beside Rin. His mother was practical in all respects, evaluating everything on its ability to be used. When Jerick asked her a question, the answer always came in the form of another question, usually asking him what he would do with the answer if he had it.

“There’s that new school in the village,” his father explained. “They say the king himself ordered it built.”

“I’ve heard of it,” his mother said hesitantly. His mother disapproved of anything that broke with tradition.

“I’d take the boy to it once a week. He’d be able to learn.”

“What could he learn that would do him any good to lumberin’?” his mother asked.

“Probably nothin’ at all,” his father admitted.

“’Tis an unnatural thing, Rin. It won’t last long; the people won’t put up with it. Schools are for nobbles and kings.” (I used “nobbles” instead of “nobles.” We had a nice little vowel shift in this.) “Not for lumbermen.”

“I know, <Martle>. There was silence for a moment.

“Well, then,” his mother said, “as long as you understand that, I doubt there’s any harm in it. Just be sure not to let the boy get a wrong thinkin’ about it. Learning could spoil him.”

“I doubt anything could be spoilin’ Jerick,” his father replied.

And so, the lumberman’s son went to school.

…

The scholar was the most fabulous creature Jerick had ever seen. (No, that’s not Hoid.) His robes were made of cloth, not furs or skins, and they were a red as deep as the colors of the setting sun. More amazing, his hair was a pale yellow, like the mane of a light-colored horse, rather than deep black like everyone else. His beard was not bushy and wide like that of Jerick’s father, but it was straight and stiff, about a handspan long, and only came out of his chin. It was pulled tight and wrapped with thin strings, making it ribbed, like a bale of hay. The beard almost resembled a slice of bread, with the short end glued to the bottom of the man’s face, and made his chin seem like it was a foot long. His head was covered with a tight cowl that stretched across his forehead and hung loosely against the back of his neck. And his eyes were dissatisfied as he stepped from the chariot, a wonder in itself, and regarded the village.

Jaw moved slightly, and his face pulled tight, as if he had suddenly tasted an extremely rotten, bitter fruit. Around his neck, Jerick could make out a gleaming castemark; the mark of a man’s rank in life. It was made of gold, rather than the plain wood of those like the lumbermen.

“Bow, lad,” his father ordered. Jerick complied, joining the rest of the village in bowing for the strange man.

“Why do we bow, Father?” he mumbled as he lowered his head.

“Because the man’s of nobble blood, boy,” Rin explained.

(I’m not gonna do all the accents, but he says “formers” instead of “farmers.” Sound change. The whole idea is that the nobility accent is shifting away from the way that the accents of the lowborn are, which is kind of this fun thing that happens in linguistics. And this is one of the things that causes vowel shifts, where you’ll often see different vowels getting replaced over time. I find that sort of thing very fun. I’m probably not going to read that to you. But you can see it when you read the book.)

“Lumbermen and farmers must bow before anyone higher than them, whether it be a merchant, a noble, or even crafters.”

The idea seemed wrong to Jerick, but he said no more. People were beginning to raise their heads, and, for the moment, he was more interested in viewing the odd, brightly-clothed scholar than he was in asking about the nature of the caste system.

“Classes will begin at noon,” the man declared in a high-pitched voice. The words sounded odd, as if the man couldn’t form them properly. They were sharp and separated; not smooth and comfortable, like what Jerick was accustomed to hearing.

“What’s wrong with his speakin’?” Jerick asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“That’s how nobbles are speakin’, boy,” his father explained. “They’re not the same as lumbermen. They think differently. They have learning. You’ll get used to it. Now go play ‘til noon; since we’ve come to town, might as well see about gettin’ my axe sharpened.”

Jerick nodded, his eyes seeking out <Cenn> and <Yon>, two of the boys that he usually played with. However, as his father walked off toward the smith’s, Jerick turned away from the boys. He was still more interested in the scholar than anything else.

The man was speaking softly to <Millen>, head of his father’s lumbering camp. <Millen> was a short man with graying hair. His head bowed practically to waist level, and he was bobbing subseqiously. Jerick had never seen such behavior from the foreman before. Eventually, <Millen> gestured for the scholar to follow him. The man nodded to his several companions: two packmen and younger woman that Jerick hadn’t noticed before. She must have also been a noble, for her hair was light and luxuriously long, not cropped short at the shoulders or pulled up in a bun. The scholar reached up his hand to help the woman from the bronze chariot. She looked distastefully at the ground, though Jerick couldn’t understand what she found wrong with it. It was, after all, just ordinary mud.

<Millen> led the four to a house at the center of the village. Jerick had noticed the building earlier; it had been a storehouse, but that had been emptied and its walls washed unnaturally clean by the efforts of a dozen workmen. He’d wondered what it would be used for. Not the school; a building on the other side of town had been prepared for that. It couldn’t possibly be a place for the scholar to live; it was far too large for that. What would one man, even four, do with so much space? It was so silly an idea that Jerick only gave it a passing thought.

As the five people disappeared into the building, Jerick made a decision. He ignored the calls of the other boys, waving for them to go on without him, and wandered over to the structure, looking as if he were interested in the pile of stones beside the front path. His interest soon changed to a small beetle, a large leaf, and several other objects that progressively brought him closer to the building, until he was standing just beneath the window, admiring a snail as it climbed up the whitewashed wooden wall.

Though his eyes followed the snail, his ears stretched to catch more of the noble’s strange words. He jumped in surprise as the door opened and <Millen> and the two packmen left. Determined not to run away, Jerick focused his eyes on the snail and tried to look engrossed. The men paid Jerick no heed, and he congratulated himself on his strong nerves, then thanked the snail for remaining so calm, as well. The small creature continued to slide along, completely oblivious to Jerick or its own part in the subterfuge.

Calming himself with a few breaths, Jerick concentrated again. His efforts were rewarded, and soon he could make out the whiny, snappish voice of the scholar speaking within. “I spend an entire year training in <Trexados>, the grandest center for learning on the continent, and my reward? Forced exile to an insignificant mud pit on the far side of the kingdom.” His strangely accented words sounded less authoritative than they had before. It almost resembled the voices of the younger boys who pled to be allowed to play with Jerick’s friends.

“Calm yourself, brother,” a second, feminine voice soothed.

“I cannot and I will not calm myself, <Willan>,” the scholar snapped. “You cannot feel what an outrageous appointment it is. Tomorrow, that chariot will carry you back to <Emory>, leaving me to be forgotten. He must hate me.”

“Perhaps he simply wants someone to teach the people here.”

The scholar snorted loudly. “Teach lumbermen and farmers? <Willan>, be rational. What purpose could that serve?”

“I do not know,” the woman confessed. “It seems ridiculous. But he did appear sincere when he gave you the instructions.”

“It must be a move by House <Strathan> to discredit us,” the scholar declared as if he hadn’t heard his sister’s comment.

“Discredit us?” The woman’s voice was now amused. “Brother, no matter how much your trip to <Trexados> inflated your pride, you can’t possibly have deluded yourself into thinking you’re important enough for house politics. You’re the fourth son of a second son. Be glad the family didn’t decide to send you off to the Eternal War and be rid of you.” (That’s where the Shattered Plains are in this book.)

There was no reply to that comment, but Jerick could feel the dissatisfaction seething through the wall.

“So, what will you teach them?” the woman eventually asked.

“As little as possible. The philosophy of the Three Realms of existence is far beyond them. Perhaps I’ll teach them some tricks of mathematics or history, things that might actually be practical in a place like this.”

“Reading?”

“By the Lords, no!” the scholar replied. “You know what damage that could do?”

“The king implied that’s why he was sending you,” the woman noted. “How will you get around it?”

“Reading requires materials, <Willan>,” the scholar said with a self-satisfied tone. “Look around this town. I doubt you will find a single scroll of text.”

Jerick waited patiently for the conversation to continue, but either the two had decided not to speak further, or they had moved to another part of the building. Sighing, Jerick realized how little of the conversation he’d understood. None of it made sense to him.

One thing was clear; the scholar had spoken to the king himself. And that made him an important man, indeed. Jerick had heard stories of the king and knew from them that only important people ever spoke to the man directly.

Reaching up, he allowed the snail to slide onto his hand, then rose from a squat to walk away from the building. He placed the snail on a shrub he often saw them eating, then wandered off in the direction the other boys had gone.

[wolfdogfawnboy]

🐺Welcome to my animalboy blog!🌕

Hey there, adventurers and dreamers! My name is Wolfie, and this is my den - a special place on Tumblr where I share my journey as an animalboy. 🌟

In this wild corner of the internet, you’ll find a blend of the untamed forest and the joy of a loyal companion. Here, we howl at the moon and run with the wind.

What to Expect?:

- Insights into the world of exiting adventures!

- A celebration of the bond between the wild and the domestic.

- Tips on embracing your inner animal, from self-care to playtime!

- And of course, a whole lot of hoof prints and playful barks!

Otherlinks that I post about:

- Wolfdog

- Fallow deer fawn

- Coyote

- Puppies of a lot of breeds

- Red fox

Please Do Not Interact If:

- You're involved in NSFW or kink communities. This is a strictly SFW blog.

- You partake in hate speech, discrimination, or bullying.

- You're an adult following minors exclusively.

- You're here to stir up drama.

A Howl Out to My Friends:

- If you’re drawn to the call of the wild or the comfort of a cozy lap, you’re in the right place.

- If you’re looking for a space to roam free and be your true self, welcome home.

So, fluff up your fur, tilt your head back, and let out a joyous howl! This is where our wild hearts beat as one.

Main blog: @foxboy-thing

Agere blog: @mousepuppyboy

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- #Wolfdogboy / Where I talk about being a wolfdogboy

- #Fawnboy / Where I talk about being a fawnboy

- #Foxboy / Where I talk about being a foxboy

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[travelella]

European fallow deer in Montebello, Québec, Canada

Gabriel Tovar

Mass: 100 – 180 lbs (Male, Free range, Adult)

Scientific name: Dama dama

Conservation status: Least Concern

Gestation period: 230 days

Lifespan: between 12 and 16 years 

Class: Mammalia

Diet: Herbivorous. They eat grass, leaves, acorns, sweet chestnuts, young shoots, heather, cereals, bark, herbs, and berries.

Habitat and Range: Widespread across England, Wales, southern Scotland and Ireland. They favor broadleaved woodland, grassland and parkland. Fallow deer were introduced to Britain for hunting by the Normans 1,000 years ago, and were a favorite quarry of medieval huntsmen.

[dansnaturepictures]

22/10/23-Walk from Ashley Walk to Leaden Hall in the New Forest and back and bits at home

Pictures taken in this set are of: 1 and 10. Beautiful views in fine bits of sunshine on the forest walk. 2. Mushrooms, waxcaps I believe shining in the sun. 3. A ravishing barking Raven which it was a joy to see. Such key symbolic birds of this relative wilderness. 4. Three Greenfinches it was a delight to see at Leaden Hall, lovely birds. 5. One of a few gorgeous rainbows I enjoyed seeing whilst out and on the way home, this the brightest, the vast landscape a fitting stage for this enchanting and beautiful burst of colour in the sky. 6 and 8. One of a decent amount of ponies I enjoyed seeing today, some little ones. 7. House Sparrow in the garden. 9. Some more mushrooms, I enjoyed seeing loads again today this weekend will perhaps go down as the centre piece of my autumn for fungi with so many wonderful ones seen in the forest.

On the walk it was also good to see Blackbirds, Redwings, loads of Robins looking stunning including one nestled in a holly bush brimming with red berries a good scene for two months from now and a nice chirping Meadow Pipit overhead at Leaden Hall. It was rustic and stirring to hear the distant roar of a Fallow Deer stag, an evocative autumnal moment with Grey Squirrel, vibrant Red Admirals chasing each other at Ashley Walk, a caterpillar possibly Fox moth, milkwort, daisy, possible centaury, gorse, mistletoe, hawthorn berries, some more dashing fly agarics today after yesterday also where we'd seen them before at the birch adorned car park at Ashley Walk, orange bonnet and deceiver mushrooms other highlights. I enjoyed bouncy Blue Tit, sun kissed Goldfinch, Starlings and a fine Magpie view at home today too, with a calf seen on the rainbow and moon (also enjoyed at home this evening) adorned journey back tonight and cracking view of a magical Kestrel as we got onto the motorway on the way.

[stationeryideas-2022]

Hello there beautiful pen and inky scribblers, how are you all doing today. Here's the 22nd January's week 3 prompts of the #penandinkchallege This week ideas have been set by @claudespaintings and @penandinkchallenge The prompts she has chosen is 'Winter Animals' and for today it's a 'Deer' Here are the facts - Deer or true deer are hoofed herbivorous grazing mammals from the Cervidae family. There are two main groups of the deer family - the Cervinae, including the Muntjac also known as the barking deer and are native to Southern and Southeast Asia. The elk, or wapiti, is one of the larger species Cervidae family, and one of the largest terrestrial mammals in its native land of North America as well as Central and Eastern Asia. The red deer, this to is one of the larger deer species. They can be found in Europe, Caucasus Mountains, Anatolia, Iran, parts of Western Asia and the Atlas Mountains of Northern Africa. The Red deer is commonly known as a stag or hart, and a female a hind. Then finally in the Cervinae family the fallow deer. - the Capreolinae, including the reindeer (caribou), white-tailed deer, the roe deer, and the moose. Male deer of all species except the water deer, grow antlers this includes the female, each year the grow and shed their antlers. Only the Horned Antelope whose antlers are permanent, they come from a completely different family known as Bovidae which comprise the biological family of Cloven-Hoofed, Ruminant Mammals that also includes Cattle, Bison, Buffalo, and Caprines. On my desk 📘 Notebook @therangeuk 🖋️ FP @conklinpens_official All American in Sunburst Orange by @yafabrands_official 🟤 Ink @diamineeurope Sepia 🖊️ @sakura_europe Black Fineliners 005 for the drawing Single Pen Pillow Rest by @stationeryideas2022 #2022challenges, #penandinkchallenge, #penandink, #fountainpens, #sketchbook, #mgmbme, #journalscribblers, #writing, #journalideas, #journalinspiration, #mgmbesalie, #draw, #write, #create, #challenges, #drawingprompt, #creativeideas #stationeryideas2022, #sturminsternewton, #dorsetUK (at Sturminster Newton) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuCpunohzR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[earthleave]

How do you attract yourself to deer?

what does a deer eat in the wild? Grasses, sedges, the leaves and shoots of trees and other woody plants are all on the menu. Fruit and berries are sometimes eaten too, while tree bark is taken when other food is scarce.

Deer are large animals that have a white patch on their head, long legs, and slender body. Some also have brown stripes or spots. They live in woodland, savannas, and grasslands and can be seen by the roadside, grazing on leaves. In the evening, they sleep in the shade of trees or shrubs.

Is deer meat is halal? This means that most herbivores or cud-chewing animals like cattle, deer, sheep, goats, and antelope are considered halal to consume. Is deer meat good to eat? Venison's health benefits are many. For starters, it's one of the leanest, heart-healthiest meats available — low in fat, high in protein and packed with zinc, haem iron, and vitamin B. It's also economical. “If you get two deer a year, you have enough food for the entire year,” Czerwony says. What is a deer meat called? In current usage, the term venison is used to describe the meat of a deer or antelope. Venison comes from animals such as our native whitetail deer, reindeer, moose, elk, and several non-native animals such as red deer, axis deer, fallow deer, sika deer, blackbuck antelope, and nilgai antelope. Is deer meat legal in UK? The UK has extremely high standards in relation to deer management and food safety, as well as legal protections which ensures that our deer are humanely culled. All venison must meet rigorous handling and processing requirements before it is allowed to be passed on to the consumer. Yes, Deer is halal! Deer meat is confirmed to be Halal by the Quran and the Sunnah. This is because it does not fall under the category of prohibited animals - It is no swine but rather a cow animal. The deer is only halal if it is hunted and slaughtered according to Islamic laws for meats. What does deer taste like? When people describe venison taste and texture, they often use words like rich or earthy; this is a festive-tasting meat, often imbued with hints of the acorns, sage and herbs that the deer enjoyed during its life. It's also considered to be less juicy and succulent than beef, but also smoother and firmer. Why is deer meat banned in India? Eating deer is widely forbidden and often even criminal in India, also known as Bharat. This is the reason why: Protected Species: The Wild Life (Protection) Act, 1972, provides protection for the majority of deer species found in India, including the Chital, Sambar, and Muntjac. What are the disadvantages of deer meat? While deer meat can be pretty nutritious, you should be aware of the risks of consuming venison. Certain wild animals can carry infectious diseases like: Brucellosis. As a hunter, you increase the risk of this disease when you come in contact with the deer's blood and organs.

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Fallow Deer. wildlife sculpture' by sculptor Tessa Hayward. In a medium of Tree bark, Copper.

[starlitskvaderart]

Bark and Holly for @omnicenos

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Two red deer hanging out with a group of fallow deer 🦌

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

Hi hello, a question for you to think about: what do you think VM's, the M9 and c3s PCs Hogwarts Houses are? And if you're not into Harry Potter: what do you think VM's, M9's and C3 Daemons (Golden Compass style) are?

OKAY, SO, firstly, I've been thinking long and hard about my answers for this since you sent the ask a few days ago (which is why it has taken a little while), and for that I thank you 💕

While I am into Harry Potter, almost no one I know is into the idea of Daemons! So I am absolutely going to give you not only my best guesses for character daemons, but I'm also going to try to give my reasoning behind them all too. Let me know what y'all think!

Strap in, because this is a very long post!

Vox Machina:

Percy - Jackal. The jackal was a surprise to most of Percy's family. She's clever and cunning, just like him, but has a mean streak unlike anything they had seen. When the Briarwoods took his flesh and blood family, she was all he had left. She spent weeks, whimpering, begging him not to do what he was doing. He went through with the deal anyway, and made the weapon too. She treated him coldly for a little while, but knew he did it to survive the pain. Her joy came back when Percy joined a new family of colourful characters, and together their bond formed once more

Vax - Fox. She's a dark silver little thing, slight and slinky and quick as a whip. Her bark is as bad as her bite and Vax loves her so much for the unexpectedness of it. She's small enough to wrap around Vax's shoulders when he brings his wings out, and when she gets tired, Vex let's her curl up on top of Trinket

Vex - Wolfhound. Shaggy and tall, he stays by Vex's heel day and night. Unsurprisingly, he and Vax's Fox are thick as thieves, working best together to track down and spy on their quarry. He's big enough to play with Trinket too, though he knows his limits, and he can keep up with her on the ground while she's on her broom

Keyleth - Fallow Deer. He's a little smaller than most deer daemons, with a more lithe body shape. When he leaps and bounds along, he hangs in the air longer than normal, as though he's floating. He's impatient and protective and impulsive, and hopes to the gods that he and Keyleth are strong enough to defend and guide their people

Pike - Wolverine. Ooh he's a real fiesty one, a firecracker that's crass and brave to a fault. Always willing to jump in wherever needed, he and Pike are a dream team. Sometimes they need to remind each other to slow down and take a breather before they get ahead of themselves. He's just as quick to defend as he is to attack, and is much more outspoken than Pike herself is

Scanlan - Squirrel. She's quick talking, quick thinking and an utter goofball. Often times she is the voice of reason on Scanlan's shoulder, but more times than can be counted, it's actually her that gets the pair of them into some sticky situations. The two of them together sling ideas, insults, songs and banter back and forth faster than you'd ever believe

Grog - Bull Moose. He's big, he's brash, he's tough, and he has a heart of gold. Both Grog and his daemon had to learn how to think before acting, but once the pair of them figured out tactics and strategy, they were unstoppable. They effortlessly compliment each other, and apart from Pike, he really is Grog closest confidant

Taryon- Rooster. An extremely sure of himself and pompous daemon, Tary's rooster isn't afraid to speak his mind. The two of them went through humbling experiences and in doing so, learnt to rely on themselves and their friends. The bravado faded, and in its place came true confidence

The Mighty Nein

Caleb - Frumpkin the Cat. It goes without saying that Frumpkin was always destined to be a cat. Frumpkin was always a cat from about the ages of 0-12, then became something a little bit more ambitious, deadly. At the Academy he switched between an adder and a wasp, a threatening creature that matched with Astrid and Eadwulf's. When Ikithon's torture began, Frumpkin returned to his protective cat form, something that would be comfort to Caleb in his darkest times and forever on

Beau - an Ape. And boy did she hate him when he first settled. He was the outward piece of her that she felt represented the worst of what her father expected and put upon her shoulders. Strong, masculine, in charge. She barely spoke with him for years until he was the only one she could trust when the Cobalt Soul took her away. And then she learnt how to be agile, dominant, unflinching. And it made sense that he was an ape, not because of her father, but because of her

Fjord - an Albatross. Gangly and uncoordinated, she settled when Fjord was quite young. They were both teased because they didn't belong at the orphange, locked away behind dull walls, stumbling over themselves day after day. The moment Fjord was old enough to leave, properly leave, he took her up the highest diving cliff in Port Damali, and Fjord dove right into the sea, and she finally got to spread her wings to their fullest as she followed right behind. After the shipwreck, something strange and painful happened, where Fjord and his daemon were separated for almost too long. When she finally found him on the beach, it took but a moment for her to understand what had changed in him. As such they are able to travel very far from each other, much further than one would dream of

Jester - Red Panda. He's exactly the kind of daemon you'd expect from one Jester Lavorre - cheeky, disarmingly cute and somewhat eccentric. He settled when she was a little older, putting it off so he could keep her entertained with his different forms. As they both grew older, they both showed more wisdom of the world, but still the same fondness for trickery

Mollymauk - Capuchin Monkey. When they both woke up, they didn't even know their own names, let alone each other's. When the circus and Yasha found them, it was a learning process to get used to each other, but they never bickered about it. One day, the two of them bared their fangs simultaneously to a rude patron and it all finally fell into place. They became an efficient and deadly team, their strengths lying with each other and their friends

Yasha - Lynx. He was half feral even before he settled, never sitting still, always prowling around Yasha's feet. Daring somebody to make a move. They both thought they would be tough enough to face any threat, but how wrong they were. After being outcast, they both fell to their lowest point. Mollymauk and the Nein helped them both to come out of their shell, and finally find a reason to see the light ahead

Veth - Hyena. Nobody was laughing when Veth's daemon settled on a hyena. She was fiercely protective of her small halfling human, giving off-putting glances at anyone who dared mock Veth. But she knew that Veth was embarrassed by her sometimes. Such a weird creature, making strange noises all the time. When Veth turned into Nott, her hyena almost vanished. Physically she was still there, but visually, just a rough cloudy shape. It wasn't until Veth learned to love Nott as a part of herself, that her hyena came back

Caduceus - Hare. She's odd, so very very odd. She speaks in riddles, and her eyes glow like starlight even when there is no other light. She bickers almost constantly under her breath with Caduceus, yet is always the first to his defence when needed. When Caduceus was left all alone in the Grove, she helped keep them both going, looking toward the future

Essek - Hawk. Blindingly smart, she cuts an intense and dangerous figure on Essek's shoulder wherever he goes. Both her and Essek are alarmingly quiet, happier to observe, rather than interact with others. She has a low, melodic voice when she does speak though, and after some recent experiences with friends, the two of them have realised what a formidable pair they make when in action

Campaign 3

Orym - Kingfisher. Just like Orym, she is incredibly well disciplined, nimble and clever. The two of them have spent many years honing their minds and bodies to be at peak performance. After the attack on the Ashari, she lost some of the colour in her feathers, but since meeting new friends and allies, the brilliant blue and gold has returned as a physical sign that the two of them are healing

Fearne - Boa Constrictor. He's a tricky one, constantly whispering devious thoughts and plans of chaos into Fearne's fluffy ears. His big, puppy-like face makes most think that he is a sweet snake, just like they underestimate Fearne herself. But anyone who has seen he and Fearne in a fight know that you don't want to be within his constricting grasp, or on the wrong side of their conniving plans

Dorian - Starling. When Dorian's daemon settled, it really took everything in his parents not to show that they were... underwhelmed. She's small, she has mottled feathers, she barely speaks. Except to Dorian. Dorian who dotes upon her, tells her how beautiful she is, how her feathers look iridescent the sunlight, how rich her voice is and how perfect she is for him. When he leaves his home, she finally begins to see herself for what she truly is - talented, a master of mimicry and music, a gentle yet brave little creature. Dorian loves her all the more for it.

Ashton - Boar. A solid gal with tusks that can and will be used to Fuck Shit Up. The two of them were a surly pair from a young age, becoming something strong and dangerous, to protect themselves and their friends. When The Nobodies abandoned them, it took a lot of effort to open back up to a new group of friends, but now they have more fun than ever

Imogen - Otter. Quite and introspective, she matches well with Imogen's personality. There's a forcefulness to what she does and how she interacts with her friends and others, not in a spiteful way, but in an effort to try to comprehend everything in the world around them

Laudna - Pâté the Rat. In life, he was so crass and so rude, always speaking whatever came to mind without even thinking, some finding it hilarious, and some offensive. After Laudna died and came back, he lost a lot of his functions, leaving it up to her to help him move and speak, but he never lost his sense of humour and encouraging nature

Chetney - Badger. Reluctant to engage with when you first meet her, Chetney's badger daemon is one of the most ferocious if she's in a tight spot. Just like her human who can change disposition in a moment, her sharp teeth and claws are an amazing deterrent when she gets angry or is in danger

Bertrand - Lemur. A funny little thing, Bertrand's lemur thinks herself a little bit too 'above' the general riff-raff of the world. She has strong convictions and beliefs, and is willing to let her snooty persona drop when in the presence of friends

Fresh Cut Grass - there's a cocoon inside FCG's chest cavity. They only found out it was there when Ashton was doing some repairs on him one day and pointed it out. Ashton reached to remove it, but lighting fast, FCG grabbed his arm before he could touch it. FCG didn't know how, or why, the cocoon was there, just that it was important. And they will figure out what it means, one day

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Hunters

The hunters came from another world, and as such they were otherworldly.

They were strangers in these woods, and as such they were strange.

They wore stretched limbs and stunted faces, at once too much and too little. They called to each other in lilting birdsong and the braying of a fallow deer, and seemed to hunt as well alone as in a pack. Deceptively sleek. Unnaturally tall. As deep as the roots of our eldest trees ran, they were unlike anything that had henceforth sheltered in our canopy.

They were mimics: one decade they came draped in furs, the next they bore a shining carapace, and centuries on they seemed to hunt disguised as plants. The coarse green threads of a hedgerow in summer; the softer petals of a springtime meadow; the wrinkled, rain-slick browns of honey fungus in the fall. We lived and died, they came and left, but never did we work them out. Never did we learn how to survive them.

Weapons were always their edge. Edges, yes, but also ends - and lately hollow branches which, when pointed at a target, bestowed death from a distance. Whilst we were blessed with natural advantages, claws to snare their layered skins, teeth to liberate their throats, they had the gift of nimble arms to forge arms of their own. Sticks and stones could drive us away, but spears could really hurt us.

They did not discriminate in quarry. All fell to the artillery of their heartless, artless artifice, death in as many different breeds as beetles scuttled underneath the bark. They constructed snares for families of rabbits, ladders to plunder nests of fragile eggs, even stouter blades to pierce the armour of the mighty trees themselves.

They did not gorge upon the fresh meat of their kills, but dragged the specimens away - it was in this we learnt that they took lives not to feed, as was the natural order of things, but for the pleasure of the act. In this we learnt that they were monsters. We could never glean the purpose of the carcasses they took with them, and none of those who followed to observe them would return. The hunter's world was one of death, and only the dead were permitted passage to the fields beyond the trees.

Until, that is, the dead returned.

For all the slings and arrows that had come before, the biological weapons were the worst. They took our own strengths - the paws that burrowed in the dirt, the coat that sheltered us against the night, the fangs that sank into unwelcome flesh - and they turned them against us. Few advantages had remained to us in this contest, but we had thought the fact that we did battle in our home, a world that we would fit far better than these monsters ever could, would always count in our favour. No more.

The new weapons were... like us, but not. They were twisted or mangled, distorted in the strangest ways, with stunted snouts and limp, pendulous ears. These uncanny creations were killing machines, engineered in their eugenics as a form of artificial intelligence, programmed to follow simple commands. Find. Chase. Kill. They took the differences which had advantaged us before - our use of scent ahead of sight, our homes within the narrow confines of a den - and they exploited them as weaknesses.

As well as their commands, the monsters called to their machines with unit names - equally blunt and sudden words like Fido, Coco, Snowy, a far cry from the elegance of our own, just mantras to be chanted as they chased them through the woods, unleashing them upon an unsuspecting world. The manufacturers bestowed their models with different names, like Pointer, Setter, Retriever; designations that echoed those they gave their tanks and battleships, although we only learnt that later on.

They drove us to the brink of extinction, forcing us to retreat deep between the trees, to live in the few shadows that survived the dawn of their new age. But then, one night, the forest began to fight back. A new monster emerged, a twisting of their own nature - during the night he would seem to be a normal wolf, but when the sun rose in the sky his body would transform into a balding, bipedal creature, a human man writ large. A creature fit to slip into their society, and strike once they were all asleep.

At long last, we had a weapon of our own.