M O T H E R L Y .

The doe watched the creature in slight confusion and both fear as well as awe; never had she seen this masked nameless entity amongst the greens, thus ears perking up, and nostrils irking with the unknown mix of scents and she concluded with bewilderment and cynism; it was as if immaterial, a lifeless form. 

But how...? The doe stared long at the figure, involved in a mantle, and within mystery as mischieveousness.

The doe could hear large, heavy footsteps, in a irregular rythm being taken amongst the grassy fields of green; she could only assume man was again in the woods, and thus alerting the others to take extreme caution. Of course not always man intended to hunt animals, or make fires. But she should act with care and alert, specially with her fawn nearby to such imminent danger threatening them.

Ears perked up, listening intently; three, no perhaps a dozen of them. Yet, you wouldn’t hear gunshots. Instead there seemed to be a certain excitement and happiness in their tones, as it echoed through the vale. Running around at frantic speeds, she could muster. Watchful from the shadows she took an eyeful at the invaders.

please like this for a quick starter with mama doe!

yep thats moi.

Hello ! i haven’t forgotten about mama doe, but lately I’ve been more active on my hq!! oc and even so rarely do i log into tumblr since these last few weeks have been off shipment of clothing, thus clients have been calling non stop and visiting to control things; hence i come home tired and sleepless.

        ‘ Mother ? ‘

“ Bambi....

         It’s alright now... “