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Fields of Valhalla Exploration of the Taiga.
The brothers reunite after the burning of the farm.

Import Link: Smoldered Cuprite
Rune Mark Tracker: HERE
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Partial body // completely by owner // WC 1366
Exploration Bonuses: /
Exploration Area: Taiga
Proof of Tier/Area Unlock: Tier 1
Activity Tracker Link: Activity Tracker
Bank Name: Scarlet-Harlequin-n

Fields of Valhalla Exploration of the Taiga.
Import Link: R-1256 Shaded Seraphanite
Rune Mark Tracker: HERE
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Partial body // completely by owner // WC 1366
Exploration Bonuses: /
Exploration Area: Taiga
Proof of Tier/Area Unlock: Tier 1
Activity Tracker Link: Activity Tracker
Bank Name: Scarlet-Harlequin-n

It was early, but it was bright. A deep blue sky filled with the light of a radiant sun beat down on a northern forest. Steep hills crawled into a tall mountain range at their highest with whipping winds and the creaking of pine, and down at the lowest into tern marshes and thickets with the chirping of frogs and the chittering cranes that passed over the mountains on their leisure way to warmer lands. It was summer here. The grass was still green and tall but threatened by the creeping gold that would soon come from the highlands during the fall just around the corner.
Here in one of these low thickets just before the ground softened to marsh where the trees became shrubs and grass was lush in the shade of canopy, a large black colored stag grazed carelessly. A thick coat gave a hefty appearance, hardly groomed due to a life expecting a brush to do it for him. His sooty color faded dark to light and was rimmed with the purest of black to hide his legs and throat. Gray spotted stripes decorated the neck and shoulders, breaking up silhouettes under the flickering light beams breaking through the leaves. His eyes were closed and his tail flicking in content while his black and red glinting antlers dipped and wobbled for each chomp of fresh grass. Smoldered Cuprite was none the wiser for anything else existing in his surroundings, unaware that danger or anything else even existed out here in the wood.
Nearer and nearer by another stag not quite as dark pelted trotted through the wood. He was a steely gunmetal gray fading to lighter rimming and a face of black. Across the pelt was a ghostly shimmer that may have been much more shining on a clean groomed coat but now was disrupted by haggardness. He looked tired and worn, ungroomed and singed, head low in a defeated way. He had been running and wandering with no aim and no sense with his head hanging low next to dragging hooves as green as the foliage at foot.
Defeated, at least until he spotted Smoldered Cuprite browsing in the sunny grass. Shaded Seraphinite paused, his head slowly raised, ears perked at first in excitement to see his wayward brother. Joy filtered in and overcame everything else. But quickly the joy became anger as the ragged gray stag remembered the last few days of confusion and suffrage. Ears pinned and he stamped his foot and let out an aggressive snort.
Smoldered Cuprite lifted his head to spot the green antlered stag. At first he did not recognize his brother in the haze of feeding on grass. But then realization sunk in along with visible glee. “Shade! My brother.” He hopped and began prancing towards the other deer to properly meet him.
But he was forced to stop in uncertainty and alertness. Shaded Seraphinite was stomping towards him in clear rage with antlers swinging. “You idiot! Do you understand what you have done!? Do you even care what you have done!? What you destroyed!”
He tipped his head down and the two locked gemstone antlers with a stone-like clatter. Smoldered was taken by utter surprise at the sudden rage, shoved back with immense force. He’d never known his brother once to lose his temper, not with anything or anyone. Sadness settled in him. He know what he had done was wrong, but it had not until now occurred to him how it was for anyone else.
“Brother stop.” Smoldered begged, but the two were forced to wrestle. Shaded was inconsolable, shouting at him for his travesties committed days earlier at the barn they had come from. There came a moment where Smoldered had enough. He snorted and gave his brother a hard shove, throwing his head and knocking the other stag roughly to the ground where he flailed in surprise. “I KNOW!” Smoldered shouted, stomping on the ground just next to his brother’s head in an attempt to stop the assault. Shaded was about to retaliate again, but was struck instead with grief. A sadness and frustration so stilling that he could not dare lift his head to face his brother. “I know…. I know what I did was terrible, it was not fair to anyone. Nothing I say or do will ever take it back.”
There was stillness as they both huffed to catch their breaths.
Shaded took a deep resolved sigh and tucked his legs under his body and lifted his head. He still looked mad but he said and did nothing else but look to the ground. Smoldered Cuprite nudged his nose to his brothers face to provide some kind of gentle comfort. Their temperaments were typically the other way around.
“Are you hungry?” He finally asked. Shaded Seraphinite closed his eyes and sighed again, before nodding silently. “I found some late season clover, over there. Come on…” The red antlered stag began to walk away. For a moment the grounded brother simpled gazed after him in festering disappointment, before he stood and followed.
In silence they walked through the thicket and into the far side of the marsh then further into the tall evergreen trunks there. Green spread in the shade of the piney canopy like a thick carpet. A carpet of clovers and lettuce benefitting from the moist dirts near the wetland and defense from the radiant light. Smoldered did not wait to kneel and then flop over sideways onto the greenery with a satisfied sigh to lazily munch on the nearest clovers to his head.
Shaded was more reserved, sniffing cautiously the ground before sampling and finding his favorite spot to eat. They ate in silence for long hours moving through the understory in wide circles for the best greens. Long enough that the sun began to set in oranges and pinks, stretching the tree shadows into vibrant blue reaching arms across the taiga and darker still within the tree line.
Only then, while the two brothers sat in the shelter of the brush to rest and ruminate was anything said. “Where do we go now?” Shaded finally asked with a deep worry in his tone. He looked too tired now to be upset. “We know nothing of these lands. Where does this lead us, what can we eat?”
“We eat clover of course. And grass.” It wasn’t a satisfying answer. Neither knew anything outside of the farm they were raised in. Food was brought to them or they were brought to it. There was nothing to say that apples even existed when a hand wasn’t there to present it. There was a moment of silence. “I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what any of this is.” A somber feeling set upon them both as the last light faded and left them in a strange twilight ambience followed by a sudden chilly wind. “There must be others out here.”
Shaded laid his head down on the foliage. “Others…? I suppose that’s a good enough start. What do they smell like out here, I wonder.”
“Do you remember the little deer the masters butchered? Probably like that, without the blood.” Smoldered too lay his head down, curling tightly as he could. It was cold out here in the wilds without a shelter or hay to sleep in.
The brothers could only imagine what awaited ahead of them. Already there were trees they’d never seen before, smells they never smelled, grass they’d never tasted. Even the air felt different to breathe and they were not truly that far from where they started. Or at least as they believed. Where the food leads them they would go for lack of a better direction, likely over the mountain to the other taiga on the other side where there were more things they will see for the first time. They were entirely ignorant to just the idea of danger and it never occured to either that anything could ever be more than a fox that would be easy to stomp on if it were a nuisance. Now that there were no chickens, how could it be a nuisance even then.

Description

Fields of Valhalla Exploration of the Taiga.
The brothers reunite after the burning of the farm.

Import Link: Smoldered Cuprite
Rune Mark Tracker: HERE
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Partial body // completely by owner // WC 1366
Exploration Bonuses: /
Exploration Area: Taiga
Proof of Tier/Area Unlock: Tier 1
Activity Tracker Link: Activity Tracker
Bank Name: Scarlet-Harlequin-n

Fields of Valhalla Exploration of the Taiga.
Import Link: R-1256 Shaded Seraphanite
Rune Mark Tracker: HERE
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Partial body // completely by owner // WC 1366
Exploration Bonuses: /
Exploration Area: Taiga
Proof of Tier/Area Unlock: Tier 1
Activity Tracker Link: Activity Tracker
Bank Name: Scarlet-Harlequin-n

It was early, but it was bright. A deep blue sky filled with the light of a radiant sun beat down on a northern forest. Steep hills crawled into a tall mountain range at their highest with whipping winds and the creaking of pine, and down at the lowest into tern marshes and thickets with the chirping of frogs and the chittering cranes that passed over the mountains on their leisure way to warmer lands. It was summer here. The grass was still green and tall but threatened by the creeping gold that would soon come from the highlands during the fall just around the corner.
Here in one of these low thickets just before the ground softened to marsh where the trees became shrubs and grass was lush in the shade of canopy, a large black colored stag grazed carelessly. A thick coat gave a hefty appearance, hardly groomed due to a life expecting a brush to do it for him. His sooty color faded dark to light and was rimmed with the purest of black to hide his legs and throat. Gray spotted stripes decorated the neck and shoulders, breaking up silhouettes under the flickering light beams breaking through the leaves. His eyes were closed and his tail flicking in content while his black and red glinting antlers dipped and wobbled for each chomp of fresh grass. Smoldered Cuprite was none the wiser for anything else existing in his surroundings, unaware that danger or anything else even existed out here in the wood.
Nearer and nearer by another stag not quite as dark pelted trotted through the wood. He was a steely gunmetal gray fading to lighter rimming and a face of black. Across the pelt was a ghostly shimmer that may have been much more shining on a clean groomed coat but now was disrupted by haggardness. He looked tired and worn, ungroomed and singed, head low in a defeated way. He had been running and wandering with no aim and no sense with his head hanging low next to dragging hooves as green as the foliage at foot.
Defeated, at least until he spotted Smoldered Cuprite browsing in the sunny grass. Shaded Seraphinite paused, his head slowly raised, ears perked at first in excitement to see his wayward brother. Joy filtered in and overcame everything else. But quickly the joy became anger as the ragged gray stag remembered the last few days of confusion and suffrage. Ears pinned and he stamped his foot and let out an aggressive snort.
Smoldered Cuprite lifted his head to spot the green antlered stag. At first he did not recognize his brother in the haze of feeding on grass. But then realization sunk in along with visible glee. “Shade! My brother.” He hopped and began prancing towards the other deer to properly meet him.
But he was forced to stop in uncertainty and alertness. Shaded Seraphinite was stomping towards him in clear rage with antlers swinging. “You idiot! Do you understand what you have done!? Do you even care what you have done!? What you destroyed!”
He tipped his head down and the two locked gemstone antlers with a stone-like clatter. Smoldered was taken by utter surprise at the sudden rage, shoved back with immense force. He’d never known his brother once to lose his temper, not with anything or anyone. Sadness settled in him. He know what he had done was wrong, but it had not until now occurred to him how it was for anyone else.
“Brother stop.” Smoldered begged, but the two were forced to wrestle. Shaded was inconsolable, shouting at him for his travesties committed days earlier at the barn they had come from. There came a moment where Smoldered had enough. He snorted and gave his brother a hard shove, throwing his head and knocking the other stag roughly to the ground where he flailed in surprise. “I KNOW!” Smoldered shouted, stomping on the ground just next to his brother’s head in an attempt to stop the assault. Shaded was about to retaliate again, but was struck instead with grief. A sadness and frustration so stilling that he could not dare lift his head to face his brother. “I know…. I know what I did was terrible, it was not fair to anyone. Nothing I say or do will ever take it back.”
There was stillness as they both huffed to catch their breaths.
Shaded took a deep resolved sigh and tucked his legs under his body and lifted his head. He still looked mad but he said and did nothing else but look to the ground. Smoldered Cuprite nudged his nose to his brothers face to provide some kind of gentle comfort. Their temperaments were typically the other way around.
“Are you hungry?” He finally asked. Shaded Seraphinite closed his eyes and sighed again, before nodding silently. “I found some late season clover, over there. Come on…” The red antlered stag began to walk away. For a moment the grounded brother simpled gazed after him in festering disappointment, before he stood and followed.
In silence they walked through the thicket and into the far side of the marsh then further into the tall evergreen trunks there. Green spread in the shade of the piney canopy like a thick carpet. A carpet of clovers and lettuce benefitting from the moist dirts near the wetland and defense from the radiant light. Smoldered did not wait to kneel and then flop over sideways onto the greenery with a satisfied sigh to lazily munch on the nearest clovers to his head.
Shaded was more reserved, sniffing cautiously the ground before sampling and finding his favorite spot to eat. They ate in silence for long hours moving through the understory in wide circles for the best greens. Long enough that the sun began to set in oranges and pinks, stretching the tree shadows into vibrant blue reaching arms across the taiga and darker still within the tree line.
Only then, while the two brothers sat in the shelter of the brush to rest and ruminate was anything said. “Where do we go now?” Shaded finally asked with a deep worry in his tone. He looked too tired now to be upset. “We know nothing of these lands. Where does this lead us, what can we eat?”
“We eat clover of course. And grass.” It wasn’t a satisfying answer. Neither knew anything outside of the farm they were raised in. Food was brought to them or they were brought to it. There was nothing to say that apples even existed when a hand wasn’t there to present it. There was a moment of silence. “I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what any of this is.” A somber feeling set upon them both as the last light faded and left them in a strange twilight ambience followed by a sudden chilly wind. “There must be others out here.”
Shaded laid his head down on the foliage. “Others…? I suppose that’s a good enough start. What do they smell like out here, I wonder.”
“Do you remember the little deer the masters butchered? Probably like that, without the blood.” Smoldered too lay his head down, curling tightly as he could. It was cold out here in the wilds without a shelter or hay to sleep in.
The brothers could only imagine what awaited ahead of them. Already there were trees they’d never seen before, smells they never smelled, grass they’d never tasted. Even the air felt different to breathe and they were not truly that far from where they started. Or at least as they believed. Where the food leads them they would go for lack of a better direction, likely over the mountain to the other taiga on the other side where there were more things they will see for the first time. They were entirely ignorant to just the idea of danger and it never occured to either that anything could ever be more than a fox that would be easy to stomp on if it were a nuisance. Now that there were no chickens, how could it be a nuisance even then.