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Featuring Jasiah and Calliope
Spring, Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, River Mor
Calliope
Spring was a beautiful time of year; all the flowers were blooming, it wasn’t yet a blistering heat and the surroundings were filled with mothers and their fawns.
At least, it should have been. But it wasn’t.
Last Autumn, their fawns had been stolen by Main Herders. Whilst Calliope agreed with the Alliance’s decision to regroup instead of blindly chasing themselves into a trap, she was eager to return the fawns to their mothers. She was all too familiar with that kind of separation…
But before any action could be taken, scouting was needed! As one of the quicker and smaller soldiers, Calliope was tasked with gathering intelligence on the location and strength of Main Herd Soldiers. And maybe even learn the whereabouts of the captives. Crouching low in the scrub, she made her way quietly through enemy territory, ears alert and eyes scanning the area.

Jasiah
The bay flicked his short tail as well as his left ear as he walked along some trails he was told to patrol. This whole captive fawn thing was wearing him out, though he hadn’t been on the trips to the Cape to steal fawns he was given the order of watching and making sure they never escaped. But as he strolled along and a gust of wind blew, blowing the light green grass around him. The sky was blue and the sun shinned bright, he could help but now feel at peace.
The stag took in a breath and let out a sigh, and small grinned appeared on his face, “Thank the heavens I’m not watching those brats, all their yapping was making my mane grow long and grey.” He continued down the path, still murmuring how he was happy to be away from the fawns. A few moments later he soon strolled into the path of the prowling doe, though he wasn’t at all aware of her presence he came to a halt, at the tip of his hooves was freshly grown spring grass. The stag smirked and looked innocently into the air “Oh I know I’m on the job but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a bite or two?” He looked back down, his stomach growled, and without any hesitation the stag clamped his mouth down and began to eat without a care in the world. His back turned to the enemy.
Calliope
The scent of another fawnling sent her crouching low to the ground. Thankfully she was downwind of him - yes, definitely a ‘him’. She could only smell the one fawnling, hopefully that meant he was unaware of her - and not that he was a distraction for his comrades to ambush her from the side. She gently crept forward, gaze fixed ahead and ears rotating for other sounds.
Then she caught sight of him. A young bay, probably just entering his prime, who seemed to be alone. Calliope crouched low in the foliage, hoping he wouldn’t catch sight of her - she had already managed to fool a number of stags in this manner, thanks to her colouring.
But, it seemed today wasn’t her lucky day. The stag, quietly mumbling to himself, seemed to decide it was time for a snack and started grazing uncomfortably close to where Calliope lay hidden. But the question was; should she remain hidden in the hopes he not venture too close, or launch a surprise attack and incapacitate him? She could see muscles rippling under his hide, and didn’t doubt he’d be stronger than her. But strength wasn’t everything. If she was quick about it, she could hopefully knock him to the ground and render him unconscious before he knew what had hit him.
It was a gamble, but she couldn’t just sit there and let him strike first. Certain that her speed would allow her to prevail, plus the fact that she had the element of surprise, Calliope leapt from her hiding spot and aimed a kick at his hocks.
Jasiah
Jasiah continued to munch. The cool spring sun shining down on his coat, how he loved this right now. Everything quiet and peaceful. There were no sounds of birds or anything else living which was strange to bay but it didn’t bother him the slightest. As he finished the last bit of fresh greens he was already to continue his patrol until a sharp, painful blow was made on his right leg and he let out a loud cry.
The stag turned his head to see what or who had stuck him with such force; and to his surprise was a doe and a small one at that. He tried to turn his body but he could only hobble, staggering at times. He grunted and groaned making direct I contact with her. “What the hell was that for?” he tried not be angry as he was talking to a doe, and perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding and a very painful one. “Who are you doe? State your name!” the bay frowned and bared his teeth. “And if you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to fight back,” he tried to seem strong and powerful, but his leg was badly injured and sore and couldn’t put much wait on it.
Like before, there was nothing but silence, a gust of wind blew and the anticipation grew in the stag. “Well, aren’t you going to speak, doe?”
Calliope
Her first strike made contact! Though, it hadn’t knocked him down as she would have hoped… perhaps he was stronger than he looked? Having said that, there was a noticeable limp - and she certainly seemed to have confused the poor fellow. He seemed to be throwing questions at her, probably trying to interrogate her for information or indocrinate her to the Main Herd ideals.
A sudden gust of wind buffeted her lightly, and she briefly wondered if the stag dabbled in magic. But, of course, it could have also been coincidence. And if not, what was a little wind gonna do? She couldn’t let herself be scared off by some attempt at magic.
“I have nothing to say to you, Mainherder - fawn-stealer and suppressor of rights!”
This was no time for conversation. This was war, and Calliope was on a defined mission. As she finished her exclamation, she launched herself forward and into another attack, teeth bared and hooves flashing.
Jasiah
This doe wasn’t from the main herd! She must be from the Point most likely. “How dare you speak to me like that you treacherous doe! You abandoned the Main herd for your foolish desires!” though it seemed ironic, as this doe was able to catch him by surprise and managed to wound him. Does were just as strong and sneaky as stags but that wasn’t the point being. Suddenly the doe goes flying towards him. He quickly moved out of the way, though it pained his leg so much but it was worth it, he wasn’t about to let a doe beat him to a pulp with her dainty hooves. He then saw an opening, her side and just like that he rammed his head into her with enough force to send the small doe flying.
“You better get out of here doe! I’m not into killing or badly wounding a female, but I won’t hesitated to knock a few senses into one!”
Wind began to circle around him, it was slowly forming into a whirlwind. But it was meant to deceive, to scare the doe. He wanted to avoid a fight as he was badly wounded and had no idea if he could even beat her.
Calliope
Okay, so it hadn’t been the most strategic of attacks - she really should have known better. But she’d been hoping that an outright charge would catch him off-guard again. Unfortunately, her judging had been inaccurate and he’d managed to catch her shoulder. Turns out he was quite a bit stronger than she’d expected, and Calliope was sent tumbling along the ground.
Thankfully he didn’t seize the opportunity, and chose to pause and yell at her more. Rising to her feet, she ignored the stinging on her hide and complaining muscles. A slight frown appeared on her face as she paused to judged her opponent. She knew she had the speed, but he had the strength. That in itself wasn’t an issue, she’d sparred and fought with fawnlings much stronger than herself. She was just a touch unsure about the rising wind. A Stormbringer once taught her that a wind magic user could appear stronger and more skilled than what they were.
Is that what this stag was trying to do? She wasn’t overly skilled with the wind - but even she could speed it up and change it’s direction. Perhaps he was bluffing - and if so, he may lack confidence in the fight. If not, however, Calliope feared she’d be at a disadvantage. She’d make one last attempt at an attack, to test if he was the magicer he made out he was, and if so… she’d definitely need to reassess the situation.
She repeated her previous attack, though not as swiftly as before. This time, instead of going in for a charge - she would turn at the last minute and kick out with her rear legs.
Jasiah
The trick didn’t work, as the small doe charged once more. He directed his force of the whirlwind at the doe, but knowing he wasn’t a advanced magic user the wind may not throw the doe. And he was right the doe passed throw the wind like nothing and as Jasiah tried to move away but he was smacked hard in the chest by the rear legs of the doe.
He let out a yelp of some sort and staggered backwards. The whirlwind faded and he seemed out of ideas. He looked down at his chest, where a small cut had been made from the doe. He was now bleeding.
And anger shot through him. Adrenalin. A doe was practically beating him, a doe! Filthy ignorant doe! I’ll show you not to mess with a soldier! The stag raised up into the air, the once painful feeling in his leg was gone. His front legs reared up for a strike, he let out a battle cry and slammed them down, trying to hit her back. But of course he miss judge his attack as the doe moved away from him with her speed. His hooves slammed into the ground, he snapped a look of hate right in the does brown eyes. “I’m going to beat the living shit out of you doe! I’m going to make you wish you never crossed paths with me!” he got up and charged, and once reaching her he repeated his last attempt and brought his hooves down close to her temple in an attempt to knock her out. And just like before missing the target and slightly scathing her neck. Once his hooves touched the earth he leaned in and bit the doe on the neck, hard.
Calliope
Well, it seemed his wind was a whole lot stronger than she’d anticipated. As she charged, she recognised the shape of a whirlwind forming around her - which was more advanced magic than she’d ever managed. But there was no pulling back, if she hesitated she could be caught in the swirling vortex and lifted high in the air - for all she knew. Determined, she charged through the windy onslaught and carried through her plan - satisfied by the rewarding feeling of his chest on her hooves.
Calliope allowed herself a glance back to the stag, who had surprisingly dismissed his whirlwind - now why on earth would he do that? He had the wind at his command, surely he would have exploited that advantage. Then again, he was quite young - and it appeared he was angry. There was no negotiating with an angry young stag and no point in analysing their tactics. Often, when they were mad, they had no rational thoughts at all.
The stag raised up to strike at her back, but Calliope was quick enough to prance out of harm’s way. She was, however, taken a bit by surprise when he managed an uncharacteristically fast second attack - this time aimed at her face. She instinctively ducked away from the blow, though she then flinched as her neck was scratched.
Before she could recover, the stinging was quickly replaced by a sharp bite. Panicking, she twisted and turned - lashing out with her hooves in an attempt to dislodge her assailant.
Something must have worked, for she felt a slight lessening of his hold on her neck. This time, she seized the opportunity - and made a run for it. Pulling out of his grasp, she bolted away from him. Unashamed of loss, Calliope was determined to relay the information she’d gathered to the herd. She may have lost this battle, but there was an entire war yet to come.
Jasiah
The does failing hooves didn’t bother the stag as he raised up once more to strike the doe with his hooves, but the doe quickly moved aside and started to run. Jasiah didn’t like this, he wanted to keep fighting, to show that doe who’s boss. So he continued after her; running with all the speed he could muster. But the tiny doe was far faster than him leaving him literally in the dust.
Jasiah slowed down and grunted. Heavily breathing. He shook his head and scored the ground with his hooves a good four times. And as the wild bay doe faded out of view. Only the dust from her tracks remained. Jasiah wanted to shout at the doe, but he suddenly felt ashamed. A soldier should never lose his himself to anger in such a way he did. Attacking the small doe and trying to crush her skull. Biting her. And because of this the doe escaped though he felt like a winner as well. Holding his ground was the least he could do. And at least he drove the intruder away.
He turned towards the main herd. He needed to tell the others of this: That enemy had crossed into their borders, into their territory. New patrols and sentries were needed if this were to happen once again. And who knows how many are even here now. The bay began to run, and soon he began to disappear into the day.

Thanks for the collab YellowFur46 ! Sorry for taking so long to upload it

Description

Featuring Jasiah and Calliope
Spring, Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, River Mor
Calliope
Spring was a beautiful time of year; all the flowers were blooming, it wasn’t yet a blistering heat and the surroundings were filled with mothers and their fawns.
At least, it should have been. But it wasn’t.
Last Autumn, their fawns had been stolen by Main Herders. Whilst Calliope agreed with the Alliance’s decision to regroup instead of blindly chasing themselves into a trap, she was eager to return the fawns to their mothers. She was all too familiar with that kind of separation…
But before any action could be taken, scouting was needed! As one of the quicker and smaller soldiers, Calliope was tasked with gathering intelligence on the location and strength of Main Herd Soldiers. And maybe even learn the whereabouts of the captives. Crouching low in the scrub, she made her way quietly through enemy territory, ears alert and eyes scanning the area.

Jasiah
The bay flicked his short tail as well as his left ear as he walked along some trails he was told to patrol. This whole captive fawn thing was wearing him out, though he hadn’t been on the trips to the Cape to steal fawns he was given the order of watching and making sure they never escaped. But as he strolled along and a gust of wind blew, blowing the light green grass around him. The sky was blue and the sun shinned bright, he could help but now feel at peace.
The stag took in a breath and let out a sigh, and small grinned appeared on his face, “Thank the heavens I’m not watching those brats, all their yapping was making my mane grow long and grey.” He continued down the path, still murmuring how he was happy to be away from the fawns. A few moments later he soon strolled into the path of the prowling doe, though he wasn’t at all aware of her presence he came to a halt, at the tip of his hooves was freshly grown spring grass. The stag smirked and looked innocently into the air “Oh I know I’m on the job but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a bite or two?” He looked back down, his stomach growled, and without any hesitation the stag clamped his mouth down and began to eat without a care in the world. His back turned to the enemy.
Calliope
The scent of another fawnling sent her crouching low to the ground. Thankfully she was downwind of him - yes, definitely a ‘him’. She could only smell the one fawnling, hopefully that meant he was unaware of her - and not that he was a distraction for his comrades to ambush her from the side. She gently crept forward, gaze fixed ahead and ears rotating for other sounds.
Then she caught sight of him. A young bay, probably just entering his prime, who seemed to be alone. Calliope crouched low in the foliage, hoping he wouldn’t catch sight of her - she had already managed to fool a number of stags in this manner, thanks to her colouring.
But, it seemed today wasn’t her lucky day. The stag, quietly mumbling to himself, seemed to decide it was time for a snack and started grazing uncomfortably close to where Calliope lay hidden. But the question was; should she remain hidden in the hopes he not venture too close, or launch a surprise attack and incapacitate him? She could see muscles rippling under his hide, and didn’t doubt he’d be stronger than her. But strength wasn’t everything. If she was quick about it, she could hopefully knock him to the ground and render him unconscious before he knew what had hit him.
It was a gamble, but she couldn’t just sit there and let him strike first. Certain that her speed would allow her to prevail, plus the fact that she had the element of surprise, Calliope leapt from her hiding spot and aimed a kick at his hocks.
Jasiah
Jasiah continued to munch. The cool spring sun shining down on his coat, how he loved this right now. Everything quiet and peaceful. There were no sounds of birds or anything else living which was strange to bay but it didn’t bother him the slightest. As he finished the last bit of fresh greens he was already to continue his patrol until a sharp, painful blow was made on his right leg and he let out a loud cry.
The stag turned his head to see what or who had stuck him with such force; and to his surprise was a doe and a small one at that. He tried to turn his body but he could only hobble, staggering at times. He grunted and groaned making direct I contact with her. “What the hell was that for?” he tried not be angry as he was talking to a doe, and perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding and a very painful one. “Who are you doe? State your name!” the bay frowned and bared his teeth. “And if you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to fight back,” he tried to seem strong and powerful, but his leg was badly injured and sore and couldn’t put much wait on it.
Like before, there was nothing but silence, a gust of wind blew and the anticipation grew in the stag. “Well, aren’t you going to speak, doe?”
Calliope
Her first strike made contact! Though, it hadn’t knocked him down as she would have hoped… perhaps he was stronger than he looked? Having said that, there was a noticeable limp - and she certainly seemed to have confused the poor fellow. He seemed to be throwing questions at her, probably trying to interrogate her for information or indocrinate her to the Main Herd ideals.
A sudden gust of wind buffeted her lightly, and she briefly wondered if the stag dabbled in magic. But, of course, it could have also been coincidence. And if not, what was a little wind gonna do? She couldn’t let herself be scared off by some attempt at magic.
“I have nothing to say to you, Mainherder - fawn-stealer and suppressor of rights!”
This was no time for conversation. This was war, and Calliope was on a defined mission. As she finished her exclamation, she launched herself forward and into another attack, teeth bared and hooves flashing.
Jasiah
This doe wasn’t from the main herd! She must be from the Point most likely. “How dare you speak to me like that you treacherous doe! You abandoned the Main herd for your foolish desires!” though it seemed ironic, as this doe was able to catch him by surprise and managed to wound him. Does were just as strong and sneaky as stags but that wasn’t the point being. Suddenly the doe goes flying towards him. He quickly moved out of the way, though it pained his leg so much but it was worth it, he wasn’t about to let a doe beat him to a pulp with her dainty hooves. He then saw an opening, her side and just like that he rammed his head into her with enough force to send the small doe flying.
“You better get out of here doe! I’m not into killing or badly wounding a female, but I won’t hesitated to knock a few senses into one!”
Wind began to circle around him, it was slowly forming into a whirlwind. But it was meant to deceive, to scare the doe. He wanted to avoid a fight as he was badly wounded and had no idea if he could even beat her.
Calliope
Okay, so it hadn’t been the most strategic of attacks - she really should have known better. But she’d been hoping that an outright charge would catch him off-guard again. Unfortunately, her judging had been inaccurate and he’d managed to catch her shoulder. Turns out he was quite a bit stronger than she’d expected, and Calliope was sent tumbling along the ground.
Thankfully he didn’t seize the opportunity, and chose to pause and yell at her more. Rising to her feet, she ignored the stinging on her hide and complaining muscles. A slight frown appeared on her face as she paused to judged her opponent. She knew she had the speed, but he had the strength. That in itself wasn’t an issue, she’d sparred and fought with fawnlings much stronger than herself. She was just a touch unsure about the rising wind. A Stormbringer once taught her that a wind magic user could appear stronger and more skilled than what they were.
Is that what this stag was trying to do? She wasn’t overly skilled with the wind - but even she could speed it up and change it’s direction. Perhaps he was bluffing - and if so, he may lack confidence in the fight. If not, however, Calliope feared she’d be at a disadvantage. She’d make one last attempt at an attack, to test if he was the magicer he made out he was, and if so… she’d definitely need to reassess the situation.
She repeated her previous attack, though not as swiftly as before. This time, instead of going in for a charge - she would turn at the last minute and kick out with her rear legs.
Jasiah
The trick didn’t work, as the small doe charged once more. He directed his force of the whirlwind at the doe, but knowing he wasn’t a advanced magic user the wind may not throw the doe. And he was right the doe passed throw the wind like nothing and as Jasiah tried to move away but he was smacked hard in the chest by the rear legs of the doe.
He let out a yelp of some sort and staggered backwards. The whirlwind faded and he seemed out of ideas. He looked down at his chest, where a small cut had been made from the doe. He was now bleeding.
And anger shot through him. Adrenalin. A doe was practically beating him, a doe! Filthy ignorant doe! I’ll show you not to mess with a soldier! The stag raised up into the air, the once painful feeling in his leg was gone. His front legs reared up for a strike, he let out a battle cry and slammed them down, trying to hit her back. But of course he miss judge his attack as the doe moved away from him with her speed. His hooves slammed into the ground, he snapped a look of hate right in the does brown eyes. “I’m going to beat the living shit out of you doe! I’m going to make you wish you never crossed paths with me!” he got up and charged, and once reaching her he repeated his last attempt and brought his hooves down close to her temple in an attempt to knock her out. And just like before missing the target and slightly scathing her neck. Once his hooves touched the earth he leaned in and bit the doe on the neck, hard.
Calliope
Well, it seemed his wind was a whole lot stronger than she’d anticipated. As she charged, she recognised the shape of a whirlwind forming around her - which was more advanced magic than she’d ever managed. But there was no pulling back, if she hesitated she could be caught in the swirling vortex and lifted high in the air - for all she knew. Determined, she charged through the windy onslaught and carried through her plan - satisfied by the rewarding feeling of his chest on her hooves.
Calliope allowed herself a glance back to the stag, who had surprisingly dismissed his whirlwind - now why on earth would he do that? He had the wind at his command, surely he would have exploited that advantage. Then again, he was quite young - and it appeared he was angry. There was no negotiating with an angry young stag and no point in analysing their tactics. Often, when they were mad, they had no rational thoughts at all.
The stag raised up to strike at her back, but Calliope was quick enough to prance out of harm’s way. She was, however, taken a bit by surprise when he managed an uncharacteristically fast second attack - this time aimed at her face. She instinctively ducked away from the blow, though she then flinched as her neck was scratched.
Before she could recover, the stinging was quickly replaced by a sharp bite. Panicking, she twisted and turned - lashing out with her hooves in an attempt to dislodge her assailant.
Something must have worked, for she felt a slight lessening of his hold on her neck. This time, she seized the opportunity - and made a run for it. Pulling out of his grasp, she bolted away from him. Unashamed of loss, Calliope was determined to relay the information she’d gathered to the herd. She may have lost this battle, but there was an entire war yet to come.
Jasiah
The does failing hooves didn’t bother the stag as he raised up once more to strike the doe with his hooves, but the doe quickly moved aside and started to run. Jasiah didn’t like this, he wanted to keep fighting, to show that doe who’s boss. So he continued after her; running with all the speed he could muster. But the tiny doe was far faster than him leaving him literally in the dust.
Jasiah slowed down and grunted. Heavily breathing. He shook his head and scored the ground with his hooves a good four times. And as the wild bay doe faded out of view. Only the dust from her tracks remained. Jasiah wanted to shout at the doe, but he suddenly felt ashamed. A soldier should never lose his himself to anger in such a way he did. Attacking the small doe and trying to crush her skull. Biting her. And because of this the doe escaped though he felt like a winner as well. Holding his ground was the least he could do. And at least he drove the intruder away.
He turned towards the main herd. He needed to tell the others of this: That enemy had crossed into their borders, into their territory. New patrols and sentries were needed if this were to happen once again. And who knows how many are even here now. The bay began to run, and soon he began to disappear into the day.

Thanks for the collab YellowFur46 ! Sorry for taking so long to upload it