Nichi + White Raven

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-Name:
Nichi
-Age:
Four Years
-Species:
Deer
-Breed:
White Tailed Deer
-Gender:
Buck
-Color:
A grey-tan in the winter and fall with a lighter undercoat, and a coppery-tan color with an almost white undercoat in the summer and spring.
-Eye color:
Henna
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-Description:
Nichi has a long, lean frame. Long nimble legs are given to him, and he has large, thick tines that rise above his head; a leathal weapon that aid his sharp hooves.
-Sample Post:
Sven trembled under the grasp of the Queen, but soon let out a shuddering sigh as she un-pinned him. His eyes wandered to the young female... She was breathtakingly beautiful, and Sven couldn't help but look away as she glared at her mother. A stupid grin was on the little cub's maw, as he looked dreamily at Kiara.

But what the queen said next brought a sad look to replace the foolish grin. "I-I don't know... O-or I don't remember," The little grey-tan cub muttered softly, mentaly kicking himself for looking so weak infront of the cute little she-cub. His full green windows looked deeply at Nala, and then at Kiara.

Slowly walking hesetentaly over to Kiara, a shy grin still at place on his maw, the little cub introduced himself. "Hi. I'm Sven. What's your name?" He asked quietly. But he was soon innterupped by a large lion who had just burst onto the scene, snarling and spitting all the way. Sven was rather offended by the adult's words; Sven was only planning to play! It was as if Sven had been a murderer...

He watched the lion talk to the lioness that had pinned him, taking it all it with his enchanting emerald eyes. Soon, his ooids became wide. This was Simba's queen? A silent gasp came from Sven's tan maw. But then that must mean that this pretty cub was the princess! Looking back to Kiara with an awe-struck look, Sven bowed low, but it looked rather odd.

But as Sven caught the young male's words to Kiara, his brow furrowed. Did the pretty golden cub like the rude lion's son? Sven sighed; all hopes of wooing the cute queen seemed in vain now, so he sat back on his haunches and sighed. Remembering what Aslan had said to him, Sven looked back after his receding form and snarled. "I only wanted to play," He hissed quietly more to himself than anyone else. Like he'd kill a cub anyway... When my mane is full grown, I'll teach him a thing or two...

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