#ram!john

You: "I can see that." He slowed his walk and sat down on the grass. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. My name is John. You are not the first little Fawn to find it's way here and get lost." The ram looked around and stood up again, walking to the boys side and patting his head. "Brother, huh? Well lets go find him." He leaned down and took he boy's hand. "What part of the forest is your nest in?"

Stranger: Sniffling, the little fawn looked close to tears. "I-I'm Sherlock." Rubbing his eyes furiously, he did his best to ignore all the horrible pit of a feeling in his stomach. "Yea, he's my brother. His- his name is Mycroft." Sherlock took John's hand tightly, giving a scared whimper. "We're by the fields and the- the really big streams. But it's not by the mountains. The humans don't really go their a lot, too." Sherlock hoped that was enough for the older to figure out where to go. He had no idea. None at all.

You: John nodded and let himself think. Not near the mountain but it it near the steam. "I think I know where your nest it. Does it have the large oak tree that branches intertwine?" He asked softly and started to walk, tugging the little fawn's arm to have him follow. "I've been there before but it only had Fawns, I wasn't accepted with open arms there. Seems your kind doesn't care much for rams." He said and smiled down at Sherlock. "Even when I help there young they don't care much for me."

Stranger: Sherlock nodded furiously, walking faster to keep up the pace with John's longer legs. "Yea, our nest is really close to that. Mycroft says it's the best place to have a nest 'cause the oak protects us." The fawn made his conversation nervously, still holding tight to the ram's hand tightly. "That's not very nice," he mumbled quietly, looking down at his feet. "Mycroft says that I have to be nice to everyone even if I think they're stupid." He sniffled quietly. "How long until we get to my nest? Will it be a while? I don't want Mycroft to be mad at me."

You: "It shouldn't be too long, I know a short passage that will get us there quicker." He looked around before going to a small opening between two rocks. "You should be nice even if others aren't, it's the law of the forest. Kindness is what separates us from the humans." The ram continued as he got threw the rocks and lightly squeezed the boy's hand in comfort. "You seem nice enough to me, a lucky Fawn."

Stranger: Looking at the rocks nervously, the young fawn was much slower in getting up the rocks. He wasn't used to that. He could climb trees all that he wanted to, but nothing like that. Rocks most definitely weren't what his feet were made for. "That's what Mycroft says," Sherlock said quietly. "He says that I shouldn't be like a human because they're bad." He sniffled again. "Thank you." The fawn looked around. "Are we almost there?"

You: John nodded and looked around again, trying to to laugh as the boy tried to get over the rocks. "Y-yes, humans can be bad. Coming to the forest and killing. It's horrible." He had to admit he rather liked this boy, he was kind and sweet. "I can tell you've never been to the mountains, I used to live there. Rams would climb and jumps on the rocks."

Stranger: "They are horrible. Mycroft said they killed my mum and dad, and that's why I don't remember them." His ears flattened back against his head in shame as John attempted not to laugh at his attempts up the stairs. "No. Mycroft says they're too dangerous. He says I'm too young to go up there and only he's allowed to." Beginning to see familiar landmarks, Sherlock whined quietly. "My?" He called out. "Mycroft?"

You: John let his hand pet the boy's head again when he heard the story, it would be calm for humans to kill and leave young ones alone with almost no one to care for them. Once they arrive close enough he let the boy go and took a few steps back, not wanting to face the wrath of any of the bucks or fawns. "I probably should head back to my nest." He said and looked around again when he heard the bleat of another fawn.

Stranger: "Okay. Bye, John." Sherlock gave him a quick hug of thanks and a gentle nuzzle. Then, he bolted. "Mycroft!" He bleated, running straight into him. Giving a scared cry, the young fawn buried his face into his brother's warm fur, holding onto him tightly. "I'm sorry!" He wailed, knowing full and well that it was a terrible mistake for him to go wandering away from the nest. Snow was all around them, and the little fawn was not at all equipped to deal with such weather by himself.

You: John smiled at the hug and nuzzled him back before letting go and heading back threw the trees. Mycroft continued to cry till he felt the boy all but knock him over. "Sherlock!" He gripped the boy tightly and knelt down to look at him closely. "Where were you? I woke up and you were gone! I have told you to stay close!" The elder nuzzled him and started to lick at his ears, a tick their mother would do when he was upset and when Sherlock was just a baby. "I was so scared you were lost.."

Stranger: Continuing his tears, Sherlock refused to loosed his grip on his brother. "I saw a butterfly and- and- I chased it and- and- and then I got lost!" He gave another cry, giving Mycroft a nuzzle. Calming down slowly at the gentle ear licks, Sherlock licked the large tuft of fur on Mycroft's chest in thanks, rubbing his eyes miserably. "I- I was lost but- but then this ram took me back but- but it was scary, My. I didn't like being lost /at all/." The young one gave a quiet cry, bleating fearfully.

You: "Shh, little one. No more tears." He said softly and continued to lick at his ears. Sherlock has went off on his own before but never getting so far to be lost. At least he was fine, or as close to fine as he could be after being so scared. Now at hearing the words ram the elder looked down at his brother and gave him a questioning look. "A /ram/? I didn't know we had many rams since the humans started to hunt them on the mountains." He said before continued the comfort grooming. "Well at least he was kind enough to help you, but please don't leave the nest again. Even if it's just to chase a butterfly."

Stranger: Hiccuping as he did his best to soothe away his miserable tears, Sherlock rubbed his eyes. Bottom lip trembling, the littler fawn raised his arms, hoping to be held. His older brother, he knew, was far better at holding him than any mother fawn ever would be. Even if he had nothing to compare it to. "Yea, there- there was a ram. His name was J-John. He used to live there but- but then he moved." Though the tears still fell down his face, the fawn wasn't crying near as much. He sniffled gently. "I won't leave the nest, My," he promised tearfully. Hiccuping, he buried his face away in Mycroft's chest. "I'm cold. Let's go back in the nest."

You: Mycroft smiled as the boy raised his hands. "John, he sounds like a strong ram." Gently he lifted the little fawn and continued to lick at his head and ears. "I'll keep us warm, can't have my little brother becoming a frozen fawn." He chuckled softly and started to make his back to the nest of leaves and branches, hooves crunching against the snowy land of the forest floor. "I'll have to thank this ram one day for helping you."

Stranger: "He was really nice." Sniffling for one last time, Sherlock let his head rest against Mycroft's shoulder. He was far more comfortable than he had been. It was warm and soothing in Mycroft's arms. "I don't wanna be frozen. I like not being frozen." Rubbing his eyes, Sherlock shivered as a blast of wind hit the both of them. Thankfully enough, such a thing was soon remedied by being inside of the nest. "He's really close. I think you could if you really wanted to."

You: The elder nodded and rubbed the young boy's back. "I'll have to visit him later, tell him thank you. Maybe you could bring him a fruit to show him you are thankful." Soon enough they arrive at the next, Mycroft laid down on the leaves and kept his brother on his chest to keep him warm. "He could be the last of the rams in this forest, the poor creature. He must had lost many of his people to the hunters, just like we lost out parents." He said as he nuzzled Sherlock again.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded, glancing idly over to their food stores. There wasn't a great deal there, but they could spare one fruit for John. "I'll get him something really nice. Stuff that's like mountain fruit so John will really like it." The young fawn shut his eyes, doing his best to relax. "That's not good. Hunters aren't very nice at all and I don't like that, Mycroft. Humans are really mean and that's not fair." Sherlock licked his brother's cheeks and nuzzled against them, doing his best to show his thanks.

You: "It's true but some humans are good. It's the hunters that bring nothing but blood." He smiled at the licks and licked his cheek as well. "They don't have much fruit on the mountains. Mostly rocks, but i'm sure he'll love something sweet." He nuzzled his brother again and tickled his side slightly. "Maybe he could be a new friend for you, and if you remember where his nest in you could visit. But you MUST tell me when you leave. You are still so young Sher."

Stranger: "Then the good humans need to come here and make all the hunters go away forever since they're so bad." Sherlock nuzzled against Mycroft before relaxing against his chest once more. "Then I'll give him something really sweet so he won't ever be sad, 'cause it makes me really happy." Sherlock squirmed and giggled as he was tickled. "I'll tell you, My! I promise!" Giving a gentle little bleat, Sherlock shut his eyes. "I don't like being lost. I don't wanna do it ever again." He gripped the elder's fur tightly.

You: "I know, when I was young I would get lost myself, I once spent a whole night lost." He said as he held Sherlock tightly and licked his ear. "It's never fun." He chuckled softly as he remember that night, dark and cold. "But than when the sun rose I looked around and our nest few only a few feet away, I didn't see it because of a bush of berries." He continued to chuckle and nuzzle the boy till he felt a yawn coming out of his throat. "Mother was so scared I was taken away but I was near her that whole time."

Stranger: Giving a frown, Sherlock looked up at his brother, eyes wide. "You got lost? That's not good, My." The little fawn sniffled, not at all liking the thought of his older, stronger, and wiser brother lost in the forest, just as he was. It gave away from the illusion that he was his fierce and strong protector. "That's not good at all." The little one yawned, rubbing his eyes. He had lacked his own nap for the day, and getting lost had thoroughly exhausted him. "Well you weren't taken away so that was good. But it's not good that you were lost. I don't like that."

You: Mycroft nodded and ran his hand down the boy's back, gently petting the fur as he sniffed. "Remember it was when I was about your age, I was young and didn't know much. I didn't have a lucky ram to take me back." He said as he closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes it was good that I wasn't taken, who would look after you if I was? I don't think anyone could handle a fawn as smart and curious as you."

Stranger: Settling down on his brother's chest, Sherlock began to relax. "No. John was really nice, though. If he was there he would've taken you right back." He yawned yet again. A spot of rest was just what he wanted and needed. "Nobody would 'cause we don't have parents," Sherlock responded rather bluntly. He bleated tiredly, giving Mycroft a nuzzle. It wasn't long before he began to doze, edging closer to sleep.

You: "Now Sherlock someone would have, one of mothers friends would have gladly have taken you." He said, he hated how blunt Sherlock could be at times. "Now go to sleep little one." He nuzzled back and held his brother tighter, putting his back to the cold winds so Sherlock wouldn't feel them. "Later we will go see your ram friend, bring him an offering and maybe if I go with you, you can explore the forest more." Mycroft said, smiling as he knew the fawn would love that before letting his eyes fall shut as well. Feeling sleep calling to him he licked the boy's ears again and dozed off silently.

Stranger: Upon waking up in the morning, the very first thing that Sherlock had on his mind was getting to explore the forest. Ignoring the snow that had fallen on him during the night, Sherlock gave an excited bleat, shaking his brother. "My! My! It's time to explore! Explore, explore, explore! We can see John and everything!" The young fawn was far more energetic after a good night's sleep and being nice and close to his brother. Near nothing could have bothered him. "Oh, My, can we go and see some of the mountain bits instead of more forest? I've never been to the mountains!"

You: Mycroft could have loved another short hour to rest, why would he ever say they could explore? He yawned and stretched his back slightly, feeling a pop as he sat up and rubbed his eyes from sleep. "Yes yes, i'm sure if I see no hunters we can go to the mountains." He watched the boy jump as high as a jack rabbit at the idea of just going around to placed in the forest. "Grab a fruit and we'll go see John. Rams are often up earlier than our kind."

Stranger: Grinning brightly, Sherlock grabbed a handful of sweet berries, sticking them in their own little basket. The little fawn had a talent for making baskets out of twigs, and the skill came in handy plenty of times. "Oh, thank you, My! I've never been there before and I just wanna see it really bad!" He hopped about excitedly, being careful that the berries didn't go everywhere. "Let's go, My!" Sherlock grabbed his hand tightly, grinning right up at him. It was always a bit humorous, seeing Sherlock go from blazing excited in the morning, to absolutely miserable by nap time.

You: The elder nodded and stood up as the boy pulled at him. "You are always so excited to explore." Slowly he raised himself and held the fawns little hand and followed him as he ran. "Do you remember where the ram is? I didn't see him at all." He said as he looked around. Rams hadn't been seen in so long since the hunters can along to the mountains. "I know you're brain seems to remember lots of things but are you sure you know where he is?"

Stranger: "Yea! I remember!" Sherlock grinned, slowing down only once they reached the rocky passage. Tongue stuck out in concentration, he walked slowly down it, using Mycroft for support. "John!" He called out, looking around. He was sure that the ram had to have been close by. This was just where he was found by the kind ram. "Yes, I'm sure because I remember." Sherlock set down his basket and looked around. "John!" He called, giving a loud bleat.

You: At the sound of bleats John's head snapped up. "Oh dear, did he get lost again?" He asked him softly. He wouldn't mind helping the boy back but he didn't want to keep finding him lost and alone. "Sherlock, Are you lost again?" He walked out behind a few trees and smiled when the fawn crashed into him. "H-hey little one." He grinned and got to his knees and nuzzled the boy. "Why are you here?"

Stranger: Giving a happy little noise, Sherlock nuzzled against John. "My wanted to say thanks and we got you something yummy! And, no, I'm not lost. I'm with My. I'm okay." Taking the ram's hand, Sherlock lead him over to Mycroft. He passed over the basket filled with berries. Then, he held both Mycroft's and John's hands at once, perfectly content with two warm hands in his. Smiling to himself, Sherlock bleated pleasantly.

You: John was a bit shocked at the the idea of getting food from a fawn and even more surprised that this fawn came back. "Oh, thank you." He smiled and let himself be pulled to the older fawn, giving him a smile as well. Mycroft took Sherlock's hand and rubbed it softly. "So you are the ram my brother as told me about? I must thank you. I was terrified when I couldn't find him." John nodded and squeezed Sherlock's hand.  "You are more than welcome, I couldn't let him stay lost. I've helped a few other young fawns back to the forest in my time here."

Stranger: Sherlock rubbed his cheek against the back of his brother's hand. It was nice, getting his hands held by two people at once. He rather enjoyed it. Even if they were both older than him, he couldn't bother to care. He had a brother and a friend. That was much better than having absolutely nothing at all. "Thank you, John," Sherlock said, just as his brother taught him to. He smiled up at John. "You like berries, right? Or no?" Sherlock frowned, waiting for John's deliberation. That was all very important. He frowned a bit. "'C-'cause if you don't, I can get you something that you do like!"

You: John nodded as he moved his hand from Sherlock's grasp and rubbed the boy's head. "Don't worry, I love berries." he let the boy grab the basket and took a berry for himself, tossing it into his mouth. It was sweet, very sweet. Tasted like a blue berry. "Oh I haven't had one of these in a long time." Mycroft couldn't help but chuckle at the little one's worry.  "See? He loves them." He said and sat on the ground himself. "I believe my bother has grown fond of you, I can understand why."

Stranger: Letting go of John's hand, Sherlock was quick to sit in Mycroft's lap. It was warm and soft. He really couldn't be blamed. Very much relived that John enjoyed his little gift, Sherlock gave a quiet sigh. "Okay. Good. Because I can't give you things you don't like as a gift." Sherlock looked up at his brother, giving him a nuzzle. "Can we let John be at our nest now, My? I'm sure he'll be really warm and helpful and good and then we can go out exploring a lot so you can stay at the nest and sleep more."

You: Mycroft gave him a soft nuzzle back as he wrapped his arms around the boy's middle and looked down at him. "Are you sure you want John at our nest?" He asked and looked at the ram who was simple eating the berries, his ears flicking at the sound of the fawns talking. "Why don't you ask him yourself? If you wishes to join us I wouldn't mind little one." He finished and gave the boy's head a lick. John looked back at them when they finished and push the basket to them.  "You can eat as well. I know this is a gift but I don't want to eat them all."

Stranger: "Yea!" Sherlock nodded quickly, grinning up at him. Adjusting himself in Mycroft's lap, he looked up at John with large eyes. "John, will you be at our nest now? I think you'll like it a lot better than here. It's really warm and My built it really good!" Settling back, he looked up at Mycroft briefly for approval on if he asked him properly or not. Sherlock was quick to pass the berries right on back. "Nope. We have more at the nest and since you were really nice to me and helped me be not lost, you can have as many as you want!"

You: John scratched at his horns as he was asked. "Sher, if I can call you that, I'd love to but i'm not sure how the other fawns would feel." He would adore to live down where other creatures where. It was always so lonely here and when the cold hit it was awful. Mycroft smiled to the ram and rubbed Sherlock's head. "I think the others wouldn't mind, we haven't seen a ram in a long time and I'm sure if you stayed with us no one would dare say a thing." He said and felt the boy nod. John watched them both and let himself smile as well. "Well than, I guess I have to say yes."

Stranger: Sherlock looked absolutely devastated at first. "Is that a no?" He asked quietly, looking like he was about to burst into tears. That wasn't something like he expected or wanted to here. At all. He was quick to pipe up as Mycroft spoke. "Yea! We'd-we'd make sure that no one at all was mean to you and you wouldn't have to deal with anyone at all mean!" Sherlock was determined to bring John back to their safer nest to show off his gratitude. He smiled widely when John said yes, hopping out of Mycroft's hold and tackling John with a hug.

You: "H-hey!" the ram grunted as the boy tackled him and brought him to his back. Even as he hit his head on the still snowy ground he started to laugh as he wrapped his arms around the fawn and nuzzled him softly. "Maybe I should have said yes sooner!." He continued to laugh as he held the boy close. It felt nice to be wanted so much by someone. After most of his family was gone he felt useless unless a child was lost and had to be taken back to there homes.

Stranger: Nuzzling against John, the little fawn bleated joyously. Sherlock proceeded to lick the ram's cheeks, nuzzling against him repeatedly. Even as he enjoyed it so greatly, Sherlock found himself soon hopping back to Mycroft. John wasn't near as warm as his brother was. Asides, Mycroft know how to hold him far better. "Oh, John, now we can do adventures! We can go to the forest and the mountains and everything!" The boy bounced in Mycroft's lap excitedly, grinning wildly.

You: John nodded as the boy moved and he sat up again. "Of course, I could show you my old nest if I could find it on the mountain." He said taking a few more berries to eat. Mycroft held the boy gently and stopped his bouncing.  "Don't get too wild." He said softly and laid his chin on Sherlock's head. "You must remember myself, and john, are not as young as you."

Stranger: Blinking once as his brother stopped his movement, Sherlock frowned. That wasn't all too fun of an option, but it really couldn't be helped. "Sorry," he mumbled. He soon calmed down, sitting quietly in his brother's lap and looking down at his hands. "Yea, I'd like to see your nest on the mountain. I've never been up there before so I wanna go up there a lot and see everything I can. Then I can say I'm an explorer."

You: "Of course." John said as he picked up another berry but this time placed it in Sherlock's hand. "Now I hate to say but it's quiet rocky, nothing you are used too." Mycroft nodded and nuzzled against Sherlock's head and hair. "Father told me about the mountain before. Our hooves are nothing like yours. We have softer ones for jumping over bushes and sneaking around. You have tougher ones for climbing stones and not falling." The ram nodded, He was starting like this elder fawns. "Yes, thats right." He lifted up another berry and gave it to the man. "You two both know a lot."

Stranger: Taking up the berry, Sherlock chewed it up before responding. "That's okay. You can just carry me on your back. Mycroft says I'm really light so it shouldn't be too hard." The little one kept in mind to stay calm and kept himself in check somehow, looking around. But that didn't stop him from being twitchy. "My says that I'm really smart for my age. Right, My?" Sherlock looked up at his brother for confirmation. Not quite realizing it, the young one started back his bouncing in his lap, though it was a good bit lighter than it have been previously.

You: The elder nodded and placed the berry in his mouth, savoring the juice before answering. "Oh yes, he takes after out father. He was smart as well." He smiled down at the boy and nuzzled him again, not telling him to stop. He didn't mind the bouncing if it was light. John nodded and chuckled as well.  "I see, so you have been taking care of Sherlock since your parent.." He stopped himself till a word came to his mind. "Left the forest?" Mycfoft nodded, ears dropping slightly. "Yes, John. I was old enough when he was born to care for him on my own."

Stranger: Continuing the bouncing, Sherlock began to fiddle with a couple of twigs. He wasn't much a part of the conversation, so he couldn't have cared much. Sticking his tongue out in concentration, the little one managed to weave the bendy wood together in a knot, grinning at it. Rather than putting it to good use, Sherlock simply began to chew on it. "They didn't leave the forest," Sherlock said bluntly, "they got shot." With that, Sherlock went right back to chewing on the knot, still bouncing.

You: John gasped softly at Sherlock and looked at the ground sadly. "Shot? Thats awful. I can't imagine what that is like." Mycroft sighed as well and wrapped his arms around Sherlock to stop him.  "Why must you be so blunt? John was trying to say anything but 'They got shot'." His voice wasn't angry, he was simply stating before looking back at John. "but he is right. Hunters came a few days after Sherlock's birth. Mother sent me away with him and she was to week to run. Father must have tired to protect her but he failed.." again his ears dropped to his head as he remember the awful day. "I promised them I would care for him and somehow ended up as a mother, father, and brother towards him."

Stranger: Giving a quiet whine, Sherlock continued chewing on his twig knot. He didn't want to be confronted on the way that he spoke about things. "It's the truth, My. And it's not true to say that they left the forest, too." Sherlock's ears flattened and he leaned back against Mycroft, whining yet again when his brother's hold around him was just tight enough to prevent him from bouncing any further. "You're a mum, My. You're not a dad or brother. You're a mum. I like you best as a mum, too." Sherlock wrinkled up his nose, snapping off a bit of the twig that he was chewing on and chewing it. He made a bit of a face as he did, but he was far too curious not to chew it all up.

You: "Really?" He asked and looked down at his brother, smirking slightly. "I have antlers, large antler and yet I am a mum?" He couldn't help but laugh softly and release his hold on Sherlock. "Well I guess it isn't awful, Mum was a lovely doe." John chuckled as well and reached over to take the twig.  "I hate to say but chewing on that might not be the best idea." He said lightly pulling the twig till it was out of the boy's mouth. Mycroft nodded and let the boy start his bouncing again. "It really isn't, Sher."

Stranger: "Yes, you're a mum. You're a very good mum, too. It's just better because your antlers are really good to climb on." Sherlock started up his bouncing again, just as soon as he was allowed to. Looking absolutely shocked as the twig was taken out of his mouth, the little one looked close to tears. "No, John!" He pleaded, reached back out for it, feeling a stab of betrayal. "But- but- but I /want/ to chew on it!" That bit of fussing marked, rather distinctly, that it was nap time for the young fawn.

You: The elder shook his head and hugged Sherlock tightly. "Alright. It's time for a nap my dear little fawn." He said, trying to sound as motherly as he could. He looked to john and moved to lay on his side, keeping the boy in his hold. "You wouldn't mind if he took one here would you? It would only be a short time. He must have a nap or he gets awful when it really is time to sleep." The ram nodded and reached over to pet the little fawns head. "I don't mind at all."

Stranger: The little one gave a miserable cry and buried his face in Mycroft's chest. "That isn't fair!" He wailed, mostly because he was tired. Sherlock didn't think that it was much to ask, being able to chew on his stick. Whimpering pathetically, the young fawn tried to squirm out of his brother's hold for a few moments, even though he knew it was absolutely pointless. If Mycroft said it was time for a nap, he was going to have one, like it or not. Whether by crying himself out, or willingly, it was going to happen.

You: John watched them, he could tell Mycroft was both a parent and a brother but in these points he was nothing but a parent. "You need to sleep, if you don't than who will you stay away to climb the mountain with me?" He asked as he decided to lay down beside them and started to rub at the young fawns side, his mother did that he was was a lamb himself. "Once you wake up i'll give you a sweet stick to chew on, yes?"

Stranger: Sherlock rubbed the tears away from his eyes to look at John, bottom lip trembling. "But- but- but how come we can't just go now? I don't- I don't wanna sleep." The young one was obviously tired, but he didn't want to act on it. What if he missed something important while he slept? What if they went and climbed up the mountain without him? "Okay," Sherlock said cautiously, swayed by the promise of sweets and the gentle rub to his sighed. The little one sniffled, hiding away into his brother's chest.

You: It was rather adorable seeing the fawn like this. He had only met the child yesterday and yet he felt like he had known him for so much longer. "We'll both bee here when you wake up." He said softly and continued the light rub. Mycroft nodded and started to lick the boy's head and ears. "Ever little fawn needs sleep. We promise to say here, i'll hold you till you wake up." He whispered softly and gave him a soft squeeze. "You won't miss a thing, john and I will only talk."

Stranger: Looking at the both of them suspiciously, Sherlock sniffled and nodded. "Okay," he mumbled. Flicking his ears, the little one shut his eyes. It didn't take him but a minute to start his snoring and get him fully asleep. The young fawn, still, stayed close to his brother in his sleep, never once attempting to roll away from him. No, he was very much a cuddler. Once the little one attached, there was no getting him off.

You: "There we go~." Mycroft said softly as the watched the boy drift off. "I'm sorry if he seems a bit...annoying? He just gets over excited and very angry when he's tired." He said to the ram as he saw him shift closer to keep the fawn warm on the snow.  "Oh it's alright, I had a sister when I was younger so I understand." He said and gave the man a smile. They continued to talk, stories of the past and present as the young one continued his rest till the sun was high in the sky and they could feel the boy started to shift in mycroft's warm arms.

You: [hello?]

Stranger: [sorry, sorry! :( i didnt see the little notification!]

You: [Oh I just thought omegle glitched on me, it's been doing it all day ^^']

You: [Hello?]

Stranger: {OH GOD I AM SO SORRY.]

Stranger: {I FEEL SO BAD}

You: [No don't! it's alright dear!]

Stranger: Waking up slowly, Sherlock still looked very tired. Sucking his thumb quietly, the boy looked around. Deciding that he wanted nothing to do with it, he stuck his face right back into his brother's soft fur. He gave a whine, but made no move to fuss any further. There was nothing that he could really do about it, he knew, but that didn't prevent him from being fussy about it. Taking his thumb out of his mouth, Sherlock looked up at his brother tiredly. He then shut his eyes again. "I'm hungry," he mumbled, nuzzling against him.

You: "Hungry?" Mycroft said as he licked the boy's head and rocked him slightly. John looked around, it seems there were a few berries left but he could find something better. "Why don't I go a find something for him?" He asked, already getting up from the snow and shaking his fur. Mycroft looked down at the boy and nudged his head. "What do you want to eat? John is going to find some food for you, Sher."

Stranger: "Yea. Hungry." Twitching his ears, Sherlock curled up as best he could, calming a bit at the rocking motion. But just a bit. He was still feeling rather fussy at that point. "I want something good," he said firmly. It took him a moment to realize that John didn't know what Sherlock classified as 'something good.' He looked back at John. "I want something really sweet. Or something hard to chew on. I wanna chew on something sweet, too."

You: John nodded slightly and looked around till he saw a stick on the ground. "I have a trick my father would do when I was hungry." He smiled and grabbed the berried and a few leafs from the ground. Slowly he wrapped the berries in the leafs and crushed them before wrapping the juicy leaves to the stick and looking at Sherlock. "It's a sweet stick, I said I was going to give to you earlier. Its sweet and you can chew as long as you want."

Stranger: Looking positively dumbstruck, Sherlock reached out for the stick slowly. Upon taking it, he examined it briefly. Giving it a sniff, he nodded slowly, accepting it. The little fawn then went straight to gnawing on the stick, going at it just as hard as he could. It was nice, chewing on things. It was even nicer to have something to keep him from getting hungry. The stick was nice and sweet and still very much a stick. Perfect combination. The little one looked up at his brother, offering him a bit.

You: At the offering he took the branch and chewed on it slightly, "My my, it really is sweet." He commented before giving it back to Sherlock and sitting up. He didn't let the boy go, moving till his head was on the elders shoulder. "Genius, and here I thought that title was only for Sherlock." He chuckled out and rubbed the boy's back and sides. The ram felt a bit silly at the praise, a sweet stick was just a treat rams seemed to enjoy. "T-thank you but i'm not a genius."

Stranger: Enjoying his new position, Sherlock when right back to his chewing. It was grand. He had nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. He could chew on it all he wanted to and he wouldn't be told off. "Genius!" Sherlock echoed immediately. "John's a genius 'cause he makes sweet sticks!" He looked up at his brother. "I'm still a genius, too, right?" He asked quietly, wanting to be sure that he still had some sort of title and that John hadn't permanently taken it away.

You: "Of course Sherlock." He said as he licked the boy's forehead and nuzzled their noses together. "You'll always be a genius." It was sweet, John thought as he sat back down and smiled. They were a sweet family, even after all the hardship they were a family.  "It's amazing how perfect you two seem." He said softly as he watched the nuzzling. "Even I don't remember my family being as perfect as you two seemed, and harry and I had both our parents all our lives.."

Stranger: Grinning at the attention, Sherlock licked at his brother's cheek. "Okay, good. You're a genius, too, 'cause you let me explore. And that's genius." It didn't take much for Sherlock to qualify someone as a genius. That simply meant that he liked them and/or found them somewhat near Mycroft's level. "Nah. Sometimes My gets mad when I get bad. But that happens. And the other mums say I'm a monster." That was only when the little one was left alone and without Mycroft and in someone else's care. He would throw many a fit in their presence.

You: John smirked at the idea of 'The other mum' and looked at the boy. "Other mum? So you have two?" He asked and reached over to lightly scratched Sherlock's plush ears and tiny horns. "Is this other Mum My's mate or just a person?" He wanted to know if he was going to live in their nest or around the other who he would see and if he need to stay away form someone for any reason.

Stranger: "Nah. The other mums. I don't know them but My thinks they're good baby sitters. They're not. They don't like me and I don't like them." Sherlock gave a pleasant bleat at the attention, ears twitching. "My doesn't have a mate yet. And I don't want him to 'cause then he won't pay attention to me as much." That was more or less a touchy subject on Sherlock's part. He wanted nothing to do with having less attention than usual or Mycroft not loving him as much.

You: "Sher." Mycroft said as he looked at his brother. "I've told you before that if I found a mate my attention wouldn't be any less. I have to find a mate one say." He wished sometimes that Sherlock was older, he was getting to old to court, to be courted by any of the other fawns. "And i'm sure my mate would want to shower you with as much attention you could want." Soon enough he was nuzzling the little one's neck and ticking his sides. "Don't you want more attention?"

Stranger: "Then how are you ever going to talk with your mate and do mate-stuff?" Sherlock soon countered. He'd done the math- as much as he could have possibly done. It wasn't at all possible for Mycroft to spend the same about of time with his Sherlock and still be able to spend time with his mate. "You don't need a mate." The little one jumped as he was tickled, bursting into a fit of the giggles and squirming violently. "My!" He protested.

You: He shook his head and continued to tickle. "I can't stop, my hands seem to have minds of there own." He smiled as he listened to the boy's laughter and slowed down till he wasn't tickling anymore. "I do need a mate some day, Lock. Just like you-" He quickly patted a his nose and smiled-"Will need a mate one day. Than you will like mummy and father was. Maybe even have little fawns to teach and care for."

Stranger: Still laughing and squirming, it took the little one a good while to calm down before ha was able to get back into the conversation. "Nope!" Sherlock grinned up at his brother. "I'll never get a mate. Never ever. That way I don't ever have to go and do courting 'cause that's no fun." The young fawn obviously didn't know much about what he was talking about, but that was about the best that he could come up with.

You: "Well maybe a nice fawn will court you instead. I've had a few try but I had to tell them no because I need to care for you." He continued and laid back on his back and let Sherlock side on his chest. John didn't speak, just enjoying the little banter between them. "And don't you want little fawns? You could teach them to be a great of a genius as you and how to explore. Wouldn't you like for me to have children for you to play with?"

Stranger: "Ew. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. I don't want that. Courting is yucky and no fun at all. And that's good because you don't need a mate." Sherlock rolled onto his stomach, playing with the tuft of fur on his brother's chest. "Nah. Little fawns are hard to deal with. Like you said. And I could just talk to other little fawns. And no. I don't want you having little fawns 'cause then you /and/ your mate will be too busy with the baby. And I don't want that. Nope. Don't like that at all."

You: Now it was time for John to speak, nearly laughing, "You just have everything figured out don't you?" He asked and laid on his side to watch them. My gave a nod and played with the hair on Sherlock's head. "Oh yes, he thinks about every detail and give me ten reason often on why doing one thing is stupid. He will either be the death of me or the reason I never have family other than him." He responded as he patted the boy's head. "I'd like to have a few babies at some point but he truly believe he is the only baby I will ever need."

Stranger: Looking over at John, Sherlock nodded seriously. "Of course I have everything figured out. It's better that way." For a young fawn, he could be extremely serious when he wanted to be. But that didn't stop him from chewing on a stick and playing with his brother's fur. The little one gave an irate bleat at the subtle insult, handing off a firm glare to his older brother. "That's 'cause I /am/ the only baby you will ever need." There was nothing in the world that would ever change that boy's belief. If Mycroft came to him with a mate and a baby on the way, it was bound to end up in the fit of a lifetime.

You: "Of course, or course. Should I start treating you like a baby again?" Mycroft asked as he wrapped his arms around the little one and held him close to his chest. "Keep you always close and never let you out of my sight? Maybe even carry you all the time and never letting your poor and fragile little hooves on the cold and hard ground." He tired his best to sound like the motherly fawns in the forest as they carried for there own broods. "lick you clean everyday and never let you /explore/?" At saying the boy favorite thing he knew he could trick him a bit, he maybe a little genius but Mycroft was still wiser and able to prove him wrong.

Stranger: Up to the point about exploring, the deal actually sounded rather good to Sherlock. He frowned firmly at that. No, he didn't like that. No, not at all. Exploring was what he liked to do, even if he still had to stay in Mycroft's arms. The little one gave a fussy whine, wanting to think before he answered his brother. It could go either way, good or bad, depending on just how he answered. Sticking close to his brother, he frowned. "I'd still wanna explore," he muttered. Though he didn't quite enjoy his brother's tone, he most definitely wouldn't mind being toted about everywhere and getting licked clean- it was much easier having someone /else/ doing the grooming.

You: The elder nodded and smirked again. "So you'd agree to everything else but you'd still want to explore?" He asked as he pulled the boy's head towards him and started to groom him gently. "What if I had a baby and let you go and explore as long and as late as you want?" John rolled his eyes and smirked as well.  "It seems he doesn't want anyone to touch you." He said as he reached over and scratched the boy' ears again.

Stranger: Passing out a happy bleat once he was being groomed, Sherlock shut his eyes pleasantly. "Yes," he replied as if it were absolutely obvious. "No. 'Cause that means you would have a mate and a baby all at once and I don't like that. Exploring's no fun when coming back home to a wailing baby and a brother that isn't paying attention." Really, Sherlock had every possible detail planned out. "I don't care if people touch him." Sherlock's ears twitched happily.

You: Mycroft sighed and let out a grunt as he closed his eyes. "There goes my whole life." He said softly, faking a whimper as he raised his hands to his face. "All I ever wanted for to raise my little brother and than find a nice fawn to take of /me/." John could barely stop himself from laying on his back and laughing as the elder continued to act. "A mate to love and nuzzle me like father would do to mummy. Carry a little doe or buck, be a real mummy." He nearly laughed himself but instead let out another whimper.

Stranger: The little one went right alert at the sound of his brother's whimpers. Sherlock, immediately, thought it was real rather than an act. "No," he whimpered, nuzzling against his brother, "no, no, My. Don't be sad. Please don't be sad." Bottom lip trembling, the young fawn patted his brother's chest, trying to make his tuft of fur look alright. "I'm sorry! It's okay! You can have a mate, I'm sorry!" The little one began to cry, thinking that Mycroft was truly emotionally wounded, and felt absolutely horrible that he had caused it.

You: The elder chuckled softly but felt a little bad at his brothers cries and looked at him, "Sherlock, oh little fawn it's alright." He often forgot that he was still so young and couldn't tell a joke from the truth at times. "It was acting, little one. Please don't cry, i'm so sorry." He started to groom him again, not to clean but to comfort. "I'm so sorry, please stop crying. I was just joking." He bleated softly and nudged him softly. "I'm so very sorry, little fawn."

Stranger: Looking up at Mycroft in horror, the mere fact that he had been lied to only worsened his tears. "That's not nice /at all/!" He wailed, going straight to crying. Sherlock didn't think that being lied to in such a way was funny in any way shape or form. That, of all things, coming from the person who taught him that it was always best to be kind and polite only made Sherlock feel all the more miserable. "You're not nice!" He cried, looking about as miserable as he felt.

You: "Oh Lokie.." He raised himself up and held the young fawn to his shoulder and rocked him softly. "It was a simple joke, I'm so very sorry." He whispered and nuzzled him again, trying to stand but sighed when he caused got up on his own. John watched him and moved behind him, "Here." He placed his hand on the fawns side and raised him up. Mycroft gave him a quick thank you before starting to pace around the snow and rocking the youngling. "Please stop crying, I will never do that again."

Stranger: "It wasn't funny!" Sherlock couldn't see any appeal in that at all. It was mean and only that. What was the point of trying to be nice to people when he so cruelly played such a trick upon him. The extra hand on him made him jump a bit, but that was simply because he wasn't used to people that weren't Mycroft. Hiccuping as he cried, Sherlock hid his face away in his brother's neck. "That wasn't nice or funny at all! That was just mean!" Sherlock was truly taking the light offense to heart. But he was still going to cry about it, light or not.

You: "I know it was mean, i'm a horrible fawn." He nuzzled the boy's head again and continued to pace. He wished he could go back and change what he said. He hated seeing his poor little fawn crying and even more he hated himself when it was him that caused it. "My poor little baby fawn, can you ever forgive me? I promise to never cause you such pain again. I promise to never get a mate and leave you alone or have another baby and neglect you."

Stranger: Gripping onto Mycroft tightly, Sherlock slowly began to quiet. The pacing most definitely helped. Ever since he was very little, that had been one of the highly effective ways to get him to calm down. "That wasn't nice at all," he mumbled, sniffling quietly. The little one went back to chewing on his stick, giving sad and pained little whimpers. He didn't want his first time meeting with John with Mycroft along to go like that. "No mates and babies." The order was a bit pathetic, given that Sherlock was still crying.

You: The elder nodded, "No mates, no babies." He commented before grooming his head once more, gently rubbing his back and stroking his fur for comfort. "My perfect little Sherlock." He muttered along with a few other words to try and calm down the fawn. John moved toward them, gently wrapping both his arms around them. "My mother told me that embracing is the best way to calm a crying child." The ram's voice sounded a bit embarrassed as he started to rub Sherlock's back as well.

Stranger: Rather surprised by the added warmth, Sherlock paused his tears for a few brief moments. It was all rather nice to be surrounded by a loving force, being stroked and cooed at. Sniffling, Sherlock rubbing his eyes, doing his best to get rid of his tears. Rather than crying, he was stuck with pathetic sniveling, which was no better or worse than his crying. He reveled, honestly, in the extra attention. But he couldn't stand the thought of losing his brother to someone else. "I'm not a child. I'm a big boy."

You: "Of course you are." Mycroft responded as he raised a hand and moved it into the fawns hair, moving a few curls to show the little stumps of soon to be antlers. "Only big boys could have these, yes?" He asked and licked his forehead again. Slowly, John let the pair go and took a few steps back. It was nice holding them both, he could feel the loving coming from the elder as he tried his best to comfort his child/brother after such a dramatic joke.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded. "Yea." Sniffling, the little one managed to get out of Mycroft's arms. Holding his hand tightly, Sherlock went over and grabbed John's. The after effects of the cry were still plain on his face, but he was determined to let it pass. He was a big boy. That's what big boys did. They did big boy things. Walking slowly, Sherlock seemed to be leading the both of them back to the nest. He didn't want much else to do with bad jokes or talks of mate. "I wanna go home now," he said quietly, walking along.

You: John was a bit shocked as he followed the boy. "Are you sure? I thought you wanted to explore?" He quicked his pace till he was beside the boy and lightly rubbed his hand. "We can always explore later if you'd like." Mycroft felt his heart drop slightly when Sherlock moved from his comfort to John, he had never done that before but than again he didn't have anyone but him for such a long time. After a moment he walked up beside Sherlock and reached down to take his empty hand and followed as well.

Stranger: The little one shook his head. "Later." A bit shocked that he had forgotten Mycroft, Sherlock gave an apologetic whimper and held his hand tightly. "I wanna go home now 'cause I'm tired and my feet are really cold." He sniffled. Once the reached the rocky passage, Sherlock went back to his brother to be held again. He didn't want to have to walk over all those sharp and painful rocks yet again. "How come you did that mean and not nice thing?" Sherlock asked in equal parts misery and curiousity.

You: Mycroft lifted him up and nuzzled him one more, "It was a simply joke, I was playing and I forgot that you wouldn't understand." His voice was soft and saddened as well as he looked to the rocks. John had no trouble, he just walked on them and hopped down once he reached the other side. My had a bit more trouble as he stood on the them shaky and tried his best to move only resulting in a fall which he was overly grateful that the ram was able to catch him before he could hit the ground and injury his brother. "Thank you, John." He gave him a smile as he got back to the ground but didn't let the boy down.

Stranger: "That joke wasn't funny at all. Not funny." The boy sniffled quietly, licking his brother's cheek. Sherlock whimpered quietly as Mycroft walked up the rocks so very shakily. He yelped as his brother felt, immediately eliciting a terrified bleat out of him. Thankful that he wasn't set down, Sherlock gripped onto his brother tightly. No, after that scare, he was more than happy to stay in someone's arms. "I think John should hold me when we go up the scary rocks." Sherlock sniffled. At least John was able to get up and down rough terrain easily.

You: [I hate to say but it's really late where I live and I have to go and sleep D: ]

Stranger: {that's all good! night!)

You: [Good night! I have to say you were wonderful! If you have a tumblr and you ever want to continue mine is Bakuirk ^^]

Stranger: ((rudolf-the-red-nosed))

You: *Bakurik sorry XD half asleep.]

Stranger: (lol yea ik. night!)

You: [Night!]