Daze

Daze swam across the moat her red eyes panicky. She wasn't safe alone she knew it. She sniffed the air she was on the trail of another deer. But she couldn't seem to keep up. That was how she was seperated from her mother. Not to mention that she was naturally a easy target. She belted hoping for some one to notice they had left the fawn behind. She stopped and laid down under a tree. "Hopless" She began to cry. She was hoplessly lost and her mother had left her with out a care.

Linnor & Thistle

Linnor was once again leading his sister somewhere they had never been before, and as much as he liked to think he knew where he was going, he was completely lost. He may or may not know it, simply refusing to think they were 'utterly' lost, as his sister Thistle always told him.
The small fawn was leucistic, mostly black, but with patches and areas of white on his body. His equally dark eyes checked out the land from atop an old crumbling ruin.
"Be careful!" Thistle called to him, preferring to stay below and just listen to what he had to say. "I'm fine--" the black fawn began to say, when suddenly the section of rock below him crumbled under his small hooves and he went crashing down the steep ridges. He landed, sprawled out on the hard floor below. "Ow!" he managed to grunt, before getting to his hooves again.
Thistle was worried at first but once she realized he was fine now, she turned and that was when her light blue eyes landed on another fawn, this one white just like herself. However, Thistle was also black here and there. Kinda like piebalds, you could say.

"Hey, you!" she shouted to the unknown fawn, her large ears swiveling forward as she made her way towards the stranger. Linnor shook himself off and watched his sister, a bit shaken up from his fall.

Daze

Her red pools looked right into the other fawns. They all were add colors too. She was shy and tried to hide. Her fur was soaked from tears. She finally turned back and spoke "H-hello..." Her white pelt shined in the bright light of the day.

Linnor & Thistle

Thistle watched the small white fawn curiously, her little pink nose twitching. She wondered what happened to her but decided against asking. The other may have noticed how Thistle and her brother were alone as well. They had no place to go, that was for sure. It was a surprise they had been alive for this long.

"Hello!" Thistle seemed to chirp, obviously quite happy to have found someone else. Someone besides her brother to talk to, possibly? She stopped a couple feet from Daze. "I'm Thistle, and he is my brother Linnor," she went on to say, introducing both of them.

Linnor was still a bit dazed as he stalked over to them, picking his spindly legs up delicately to avoid tripping or stumbling on anything.

Daze

Daze looked up once more. "I'm Daze..." She said her voice was shakey. She stood up and turned to the others She stood only a foot and three inches off the ground. She was smaller than most Axis deer are at her age.