Coastal Deals

Featuring: Brago {Vladimir Dracul} and Spirita
Year 760, Early, almost close to mid, Summer
The coast of Blackwood and Silverthorne

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Brago:

Brago had traveled far for a break from training, he had learned from Skoll, it had taken him a lot of days to get to the coast of both Blackwood and Silverthorne, he had ran most of the time, trying to train his stamina, that and because he didn’t want to be anywhere near the main herd when it became Autumn, that’s usually when males get a little, as his mother sometimes put it, stupid.

As he trotted through the area, he tried to keep from making a mistake, any mistake could be one’s last in this world, you always have to be careful.
As he moved around the coastal area, he began to slightly relax, he was close enough to the Silverthorne side of the coastal area.

Breathing in and out, he stopped, his ears flicking around as the scent of the large body of water swept through his nose, as the noise of the moving water reached his sensitive hearing.

Spirita:

Spirita’s hooves made soft thumping noises as she walked towards the coast from the Silverwood. It was summer, so it was hot. She had just lost the weight she had gained from giving birth and it made her feel whole once again. It was strange to her.. Bearing a fawn. Not a bad strange, but a good strange. Around her neck and against her chest rested her shining stone. In her mane she wore feathers of birds that tried to kill her; back so long ago.

Spotting the sands of the beach she smiled, the scars that covered her muzzle stretching as she did. “Ahh…” She whispered softly to herself, her head dipping down as she gracefully trailed onto the sand.

Brago:

Brago trotted closer towards Silverthorne, though once he spotted a dark silhouette he stopped in his tracks, his nose twitching as his ears perked slightly. Staring at it, he made out the shape of a fawnling, appeared to be a doe from the size of it, then again he couldn’t be very sure, some males could actually look a lot like females, of course, minus a few things.
Warily walking closer, he stopped a few feet away, awaiting an acknowledgement from the other fawnling, it most likely was a Silverthorne seeing as it was coming from said territory but could be another type of fawnling.

Spirita:

She stepped nearer to the water, slowly lowering her hind on to the soft sand. The Vellvet that covered her long horn made it seem bulkier than it was. She was growing in her thicker fur for the Autumn winter, but it was still thin enough that she didn’t burn up.

Her torn ears twitched at hearing the slightest of sounds from around her. Turning her head she spotted him, an unfamiliar stag, he was larger than a Silverthorne. He was dark coated… Her eyes widening she gasped and stood quickly, her head lowered in sort of a territorial stance. Taking a deep breath and centering herself mentally she let out a soft breath, enough of her willpower making a little fire escape her mouth. It was enough to prove she was feisty.

“Stay where you are! State your business before I call the Soldiers!” She spoke to the stag, the feathers in her mane drifting this way and that with the sea breeze, her stone glittering brightly. She bore red scars that showed she had been through something. Unknown to most that didn’t grow up with her.

Brago:

Brago stopped calmly, still using the friendly gestures with his ears, he was a little too tired of having to fight, he just needed to relax and maybe look for the stuff that he remembered his mother had once searched for near the borders, never getting it, she had said she wanted to get him something special but he wasn’t so sure on what she said or more like couldn’t remember, everything seemed to have been kind of suppressed after he gained his multiple personalities but it was also slowly unraveling, coming back to him in pieces.

He wasn’t nervous of the fire that came from her mouth but just in case, he was ready to summon some spirit if the occasion rises, after all, he didn’t want to come off like the stories he’s heard none-blackwoods talk about, he definitely didn’t want to be like those males.

“My business? I’m just wandering the beach is all, you’ve heard of vacations, yes? I’ve traveled to look for something, I’m hoping to remember what that is from being here, something to remember my mother. What are you doing alone out here anyway”, Brago spoke, though low, almost too low for the doe to hear but thankfully, it was loud enough for the words to skim her hearing hopefully as he stared at her with confusion. He rarely sees doe’s traveling alone, then again he tried to stay clear of everyone else, just winter of last year and this year made him less, reclusive.

Spirita:

“What kind of items? I may be able to help.. I collect all sorts of things from many parts of Silverthorne.. And I travel alone due to the fawn I’ve had is in the care of it’s step doe and Sire. I don’t follow stags around like I’m a little trophy, nor do I travel with doe’s.” She released the tension from her shoulders, the flame dissipating as she slowly, and very cautiously, took a step towards the stag, to get a much better look at him.

Her long tail flicked and curled as she stopped five feet from before the stag, being much smaller than him, and a very light built doe. But she didn’t mind. The Velvet on her horn still caused her to look like she could defend herself if need be. But to her she may not after all.

Brago:

Brago thought about it silently as he debated to actually answer her question, but he remembered that there would be no way for him to find any of these things without extreme difficulties, he's never been fully in the silverthorne territory.
Looking around, he tried to remember what it was that his mother was really looking for, his memory in his opinion sucked, it was Lapis who remembers these things usually.

"If I'm remembering correctly, my mother wanted to get one of these or all of them. A large enough shark tooth, cave lion fangs or its skull or two", Brago spoke, looking up at the sky slightly as he thought about it, Lapis slightly whispering it into his mind.

Spirita:

Hearing what the stag wanted she thought for a moment.

“I might help you with getting those items.. but I have to know more about you before I do.. I am risking my well being to get these items… Shark teeth are easy to find. Look along the shores. Cave Lions are large, So I will have a stag friend of mine help me get those. But do realize, Everything comes for a price.. I don’t know what just yet.. but I will let you know once I get them and deliver them to you.”

Smirking she flicked her tail, her eyes lightly roaming over the contures of the stag before she spoke again, “What is your name? I’m Spirita. Aspiring Firebringer of Silverthorne.”

Brago:

Brago stayed silent for a few minutes, looking at her very warily, he wasn't use to other fawnlings from different herds being so helpful, he's only known a very few and one of them was his teacher, Magno, from Windborne, he knew he wouldn't give her birthname, when he was able to live on his own from his father, he took on his new name, something he was going to stick with.

"I'm Brago, I use to be a wanderer of Blackwood...... I'm learning more so I can become a soldier for Blackwood", Brago spoke, he still had a slight stutter, forcing himself to speak, he really wasn't that use to females and this was no different.
He really wanted those things his mother wanted, she knew he was too weak to do it when she was alive, though she heard where she could find them, she never told Brago where he could find it, probably not wanting to him risk his life on anything.
He had changed his accessories a bit, taking on his mother's style a little more but keeping his style, the familiar skull lantern moving slightly when he'd move his head.

Spirita:

“Pleasure to meet you Brago.. Would you like help finding the shark tooth now?” She asked, her own mother was back in Silvervale with the herd. Her Father was patrolling near the river far into Silverthorne. Spirita’s ears swiveled a bit as she looked around her hooves, trying to spot the sort of glossy look about shark teeth.

She knew if she were caught with this stag she could be tried as a traitor, but she didn’t care, she thought blackwoods were very mysterious. And this is the nicest one she has heard of.

Brago:

He stared at her curiously before shifting his hooves in the sand slightly, his ears back a bit nervously.
"I.... Don't know what one looks like, I've never seen one but my mother had", Brago muttered, almost too lowly as he looked around slightly, dark amber eyes focused on the sand, his ears twitching at the sounds around them, he had already made a plan if they were caught by one of her own kind, he knew the troubles of being actually caught with another fawnling herd members or at least he heard about it, he didn't really think Skoll minded that much less their trying to trample the Blackwood's belief or home.
So far, he didn't sense anything wrong with the female in front of him, his tail slowly curling around his back leg slightly then releasing it, a nervous habit he had throughout his life.

Spirita:

She smirked once again, turning she lifted her tail as she flicked it before trotting forwards. Her eyes scanned around as she looked for the sign of any teeth. She spotted something and went over to it, brushing the sand out of the way. She picked it up and went back to him, dropping it in front of him.

“Thats a small tooth. Their very sharp.” Her ears moved forwards, her eyes glittering happily. She liked helping others, especially if they were nice. If he were one of the mean blackwoods, as other fawnlings say their like, then she wouldn't help him and blast him with a fiery sneeze.

Brago:

Staring at the small tooth, Brago summoned a small spirit animal, it climbed up his body with the tooth and stuffed it into the little pouch that hung around his throat, as Brago cracked a small faint smile.
"Thank you", Brago forced out through his mouth, mumbling it slightly.

Spirita:

Spirita smiled softly, and nodded. “Your welcome..” She flicked her tail and spoke again, “I can get you your requested items by rut, Meet me at the border of Blackwood and Silverthorne, within the Silverwood forest or Near Tin creek.. Is that okay??” SHe tilted her head, her eyes glancing up to his.

Brago:

Brago thought about it as he stared at Spirita, it would give him a chance to get what his mother wanted and give him an excuse not to be around the main herds where all those males would be fighting over breeding rights to the females.

"I can meet you at the border", Brago spoke.

Spirita:

She nodded and softly bowed her head, “Great meeting you Brago.. I must return to the main herd now.. but I will meet you here at the beginning of Rut…” She offered him a soft smile, her ears lifted and her tail swishing calmly.

Brago:

“You too”, Brago muttered slightly, nodding his head, turned his body slightly to head back the way he came.
“Until then”, he called slightly, his tail flicking as he began his walk back towards a more hidden area, he knew the main herd was too far away for him to travel back too then returning to the border, if he goes back to them, he wouldn’t arrive there fast enough, so he decided he’d stay a few days running distance away from the border until the time came.

Spirita:

She also turned and ran off, heading towards the forest once again. Smirking to herself about the payment.