Jan 24 2017, 04:10 AM
Another good day in a good world for a big deer. Every step was haphazardly placed, mud squishing between his toed hooves. As far as instincts went, he was in his element; swampy, marshland-like environment with plenty to eat. Boy, did he eat. As he walked, he grabbed branches and any plant he could reach, eating on the go more often than not. He never went anywhere quietly, either. Aside from his loud chewing and branch-snagging, his antlers hit every tree and horn caught in every low branch. He never stopped unless the tree or branch was particularly strong or in the way. As a gentle-giant-type, this bull tended to lazily plow through anything. He was far too big and head-appendages too large to waste time dodging everything in the forest.
Wisgi was a simple beast, with the ever common feeling of loneliness, despite how happy and content he was in his home. He was of an age where it was time to start searching; so he thought, anyway. A little heartache could lead to long walks. Every day he traveled further and had become rather accustom to every inch of this particular room, hoping for a new face... but had no gains aside from well-toned leg and neck muscles. When he approached an entrance to a tunnel for the hundredth time, he stared into it, wondering. Then, he promptly turned and strode away back toward the very distance center.
"Wisgi Talks!"
Wisgi Thinks!