To look into your eyes was to get lost,
to float more deliciously than in the ocean.
Your eyes were overflowing with the soul,
it was as if there was too much soul for your slim body.
Physique
Albino
Androgynous
Human face
Lavender eyes
Silky, white fur
Long, floating hair and tail
Fur shines golden when hit by sunlight
Skinny, delicate
Slim legs
White antlers, never used
White hooves
Mask
Only used to portray personality
Not part of his design
The deer, its fur prickling for just a second when he sits down next to it, appeals to Crybaby with a nervous smile, as though it would rather not be called anything at all. But, then, as if figuring names are at least somewhat important, it blurts the word "Names," and blinks in confusion. Then, "!" it flashes a grin, nodding, and spells out the word, "N-A-M-E-S." It speaks almost as though at some revelation, its voice loudly hushed.
"Names..." he repeats while pondering. "Ah.. I apologize, I can't think of any." he has never given a name to anyone and he didn't know much about this deer yet after all.
"But... if I sense you nearby I can still whistle like you do, right?" he gives it a smile. "Each whistle is particular even if it's a similar mask." he murmurs slowly.
The deer whistles in reply and gives a smile to the other, as if to say 'amen' and 'sounds good.' Then it peers curiously at the other, in a way that suggests it wants to ask a question but does not know if it should.
Crybaby giggles cutely at the whistle.
He looks around for a moment before he turns his attention back to the deer, noticing her questioning glance. "Hm?" it seemed like the deer wanted to say something which made him curious.
"Ruyou? My name?" this deer had an odd way of talking, but who did know how one had to speak correctly anyway. Nigiro? Nigiro... origin? It seemed to say some words backwards. "Hm no, my name's not my origin. It isn't even my real name, you know? I forgot my real one." he smiled weakly. "Crybaby is just a nickname I got so others could mock about me."
He flicked his ears some "And I can't remember my initial origin either.."
The deer nods satisfactorily. "Thank...uoy," it says, setting its head down between its forelegs. The deer closes its black-hole eyes, and looks almost peaceful while it lies there beside Crybaby. It whistles softly. Then it appears to melt into the shadows, joining the darkness, curling up and then disappearing in a puff of black smoke as the deer in this forest sometimes do.
"Hm?" the buck turns his attention back to the doe and tilts his head when he observes it falling asleep, and vanish..
It was odd.. he somehow had a sudden déja-vu, actually since they had started talking.
He flicks his ears some. "Thank you..."
"What? I have to be the one that's calm? Those wounds are not a good way to play, you know. People are fooling you. Open your naive eyes. I'm far to be the one that has to calm down on here."
"Ah I..." he lowered his gaze "I.. I don't know, I was feeling lonely and then he approached, I first thought he was playing, b-but then I got scared too, yes... sorry."
"He.. he came to me." he whispered. The little buck dropped his ears and said nothing more. He was feeling rather lonely most of the times, the ones he knew were barely here and others didn't seem to want to spend time with him that often.
"That ain't nothin'..." the stag narrowed his eyes, protectively curling about the smaller buck.
"I know yer not gonna tell me where they came from, so I'm not gonna bother askin'." he added, craning his neck over to gently lap at an angry red scratch. "At least let me clean em' fer ya." he offered, ears dropped to sides of his head.
The small buck winced before he shifted a bit when Jergen's body partly touched the wounds. "Ngh.. y-you don't have to do that.." his ears flicked some when he could feel the slight pain. But he was glad his big brother didn't ask him about it.
"Let me take care of those, and yew don't have to spill yer guts. Pretty okay trade, right? We both get somethin'~" he chuckled, finding that upon being cleaned, the cut was now a bright pink. Satisfied, he moved to each little cut and scratch, giving them proper attention.
"Yer gonna be careful now, right?" he asked, keeping his tone as casual as if he were remarking on the weather.
"Uh.." Crybaby sighed but smiled weakly, sometimes biting his lower lip when he could feel the wounds. "Okay.. thank you." he murmured, nuzzling his face into Jergens' curly fur.
"Don't thank me... it's kinda like my job, right?" he grinned, resting his cheek against Cry's forehead. "And it's yer job to stay outta trouble, got it?"
Truth be known, Jergens was worried out of his skull... but he choose to approach his brother in a more positive way. He knew that Cry was the sort that didn't tell him everything. That was okay. The crimson caribou just wanted to make sure that he wasn't doing anything stupid.
That was his job.
"Okay... I'll try." he slowly closed his eyes. It hasn't really been his fault this time. Not that it normally ever was, but he had been sneaked up this time. "Don't worry too much big brother.." he whispered.
"Preoccupied with other things. You are safe nevertheless with so many around." She replied softly to him, raising her head to scan the surrounding area.
The deer, its fur prickling
The deer, its fur prickling for just a second when he sits down next to it, appeals to Crybaby with a nervous smile, as though it would rather not be called anything at all. But, then, as if figuring names are at least somewhat important, it blurts the word "Names," and blinks in confusion. Then, "!" it flashes a grin, nodding, and spells out the word, "N-A-M-E-S." It speaks almost as though at some revelation, its voice loudly hushed.
"Names..." he repeats while
"Ah.. I apologize, I can't think of any." he has never given a name to anyone and he didn't know much about this deer yet after all.
"But... if I sense you nearby I can still whistle like you do, right?" he gives it a smile. "Each whistle is particular even if it's a similar mask." he murmurs slowly.
The deer whistles in reply
Crybaby giggles cutely at the
He looks around for a moment before he turns his attention back to the deer, noticing her questioning glance.
"Hm?" it seemed like the deer wanted to say something which made him curious.
"Ruoy...name...meaning --
"Ruyou? My name?" this deer
"Hm no, my name's not my origin. It isn't even my real name, you know? I forgot my real one." he smiled weakly. "Crybaby is just a nickname I got so others could mock about me."
He flicked his ears some "And I can't remember my initial origin either.."
The deer nods satisfactorily.
The deer nods satisfactorily. "Thank...uoy," it says, setting its head down between its forelegs. The deer closes its black-hole eyes, and looks almost peaceful while it lies there beside Crybaby. It whistles softly. Then it appears to melt into the shadows, joining the darkness, curling up and then disappearing in a puff of black smoke as the deer in this forest sometimes do.
"Hm?" the buck turns his
It was odd.. he somehow had a sudden déja-vu, actually since they had started talking.
He flicks his ears some.
"Thank you..."
-hugs him- >u<
This sun spot is warm. This
This sun spot is warm.
This view is lovely.
Don't you think so?
Merrick: aw x3 Ravyn: "It
Ravyn: "It really is, I love sunny spots. And it's nice to see you again." ♥
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Rofl
"Blue skies and
http://icanhascheezburger.fil
This is Cry and Texas on a cuddle day |D
Sorry if Umay's a little
Merrick:
Pinkpaws: Ah it's okay c:
" Who the fuck did that to
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"I... I don't even know
" Freaking pricks, can't they
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"I.. I'm okay.. don't worry."
" Yeah play, sure. Why
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"Uh no please don't do that..
" Just tired of people
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"It's okay..." -leans
"Okay? It's certainly NOT
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"Uh.. c-calm down.."
"I'm calm. Perfectly fcking
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"Y-you're not... please."
"What? I have to be the one
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"Ah I..." he lowered his gaze
"You should just stay away
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"He.. he came to me." he
"That ain't nothin'..." the
"I know yer not gonna tell me where they came from, so I'm not gonna bother askin'." he added, craning his neck over to gently lap at an angry red scratch. "At least let me clean em' fer ya." he offered, ears dropped to sides of his head.
The small buck winced before
"Let me take care of those,
"Yer gonna be careful now, right?" he asked, keeping his tone as casual as if he were remarking on the weather.
"Uh.." Crybaby sighed but
"Okay.. thank you." he murmured, nuzzling his face into Jergens' curly fur.
"Don't thank me... it's kinda
Truth be known, Jergens was worried out of his skull... but he choose to approach his brother in a more positive way. He knew that Cry was the sort that didn't tell him everything. That was okay. The crimson caribou just wanted to make sure that he wasn't doing anything stupid.
That was his job.
"Okay... I'll try." he slowly
"Don't worry too much big brother.." he whispered.
"No can do, Cry." he mumbled,
"The forest seems lonely
(Tried to write font and it came out "ffffffffffffffffffff" ._.)
"Yes... I'm very glad for
(Aw ♥ I'm glad someone writes something on here ;n;)
"Tahw si happening? "Why era
"Tahw si happening?
"Why era uoy running?
"Ohw era you gninnur morf?"
"... I-It's... it's the Wolf,
A reassuring nuzzle was given
"I-Is he gone?" the small
"Preoccupied with other
""Nh... I.. I can still hear
[[ *sneaks in to give the CB
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Aw ♥ I miss him. Well
Well I've been quite absent too x'D