+Preliminary Info+
-Full Name-
Faith Troy Bartleby XVII
-Date of Birth-
April 17, 1957/???
-Gender-
Male
-S.O-
Asexual
-Age-
19/Eternal
-Voice-
#FF3300
Example
Speaks in a light Flemish accent
-Species-
Roe Deer
(loosely based)
-Height-
5'0/4'2
-Set-
Candles + Orca + Frosted
-Scent-
Baby powder
-Identification-
The Yawning Noble
-Fighter's Chart-
Strength Speed
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Defense Willpower
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Tolerance Stamina
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Advantages
*Presents a small target
*Depending on the enemy, may rely on wits alone
*Has a number of allies at his side
*Strong determination
*Used to pain - has a high tolerance for it
*Able to utilize and manipulate the flames on his candles
Disadvantages
*Very low stamina, tires almost instantly
*Doesn't really know when he's in over his head
*A hemophiliac - the slightest mark could prove fatal or extremely painful
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Cannot fight himself
*Physically weak
It might seem absurd, you say, to even
think of someone as frail and as weak as Bartleby out on the battlefront.
Well, if you do think that, then you obviously don't know him.
Bartleby is notorious for being outlandishly pig-headed at times. Most of time, he'll simply call upon allies to fight for him. However, it is possible to set him off. He sees no harm in killing or causing bloodshed as long as there's a logical reason for it. And if someone he loves or if someone plays with his emotions, then he'll fight with teeth and hoof. After all, he'll simply be reborn in the forest if he dies.
Death is only a minor inconvenience to him.
+Personality/Quirks+
*Has a habit of following people/deer that interest him... doesn't mean any harm or wrongdoing.
*Very conservative in his actions
*Morbid in his views
*Despite his delicate and reserved reactions; he is not shy - just socially awkward
*Shut off from society at a very young age - lived most of his life alone
*If he's with someone that he likes, he has a habit of getting carried away in rambling at them
*Does not like crowds, would rather watch from a distance than participate
*Hates being touched (though there are exceptions)
*Loathes being pitied
*Doesn't understand most jokes or humor, only if they're explained to him
*Carries a superiority complex despite his gentle disposition
*Merciless in dealing with the masses, earning him a terrible public reputation
*Thinks very highly of himself, if you do not know of him, then he'll likely become offended
*A slave to routine, a lack of which makes him uncomfortable
*Adores animals; often acts unusually playful and child-like around them (save for cats)
*Pretty oblivious at times (when deep in thought)
*Hard to talk to when he gets lost in thought - almost appears disoriented
*He can keep his mind busy for hours on end, often without knowing where the time had gone.
*Not as cultured as you might think. He rarely reads.
*As sensitive as he may seem, he rarely cries.
*Very even-tempered (usually)
*Intelligent and insightful, but also very naive of certain matters
*Can be childish in certain social situations, simply because he doesn't know any better
*An easy target for emotional manipulation
*Acts in a completely different manner when alone
*He can control the flames on his candles - though they often reflect his emotions if left unchecked
*Hates making eye-contact
*Will not give out his first name unless he has a strong emotional attachment to the person in question (though there have been exceptions)
*A pessimist at heart
*Has bouts of depression where he occasionally isolates himself
*Used to the supernatural, hardly surprised by demons or dragons or other 'impossible' myths
*Stiffly polite around strangers, takes a long time to warm up to them
*Easily flustered
*Gifted in the arts of economics and commerce
*Protective of his friends... even to the point where he may go out of his way to punish those who harm them
*Has no qualms in causing pain or grief - as long as it has a purpose
*^Likewise would kill if he had to (though he'd prefer not to do such messy things himself)
*Acts especially awkward around women/does; uncomfortably chivalrous
-Other Notable (and trivial) Features-
*Plagued with hemophilia and heart trouble; Quite sickly
*First language is Dutch, as his family hails from northern Belgium.
*Can play the harp, though is rather embarrassed by this talent due to its implied femininity.
*^Likewise can play a little piano, but he's admittedly terrible at it
*Oddly enough, he prefers to be dominant in a relationship
*Knows how to use a gun - always has one as a human, though prefers not to advertise the fact that he does.
*The weight of his golden hooves fluctuates quite a bit, seemingly at random
*A vegetarian by practice, mainly for health reasons
*A big fan of chess and sports
*Sensitive of his short height (Napoleon Complex)
*Hates talking of certain subjects - mainly romance.
*Unable to produce children
*Has a strange aversion to eating, unintentionally starves himself as a result
*An avid dog-lover... and allergic to cats
*Loathes his first name, often to the point where if he's in a surly mood, he may request that his friends refer to him by his middle name rather than his first.
*An atheist by choice - though he doesn't seem to have a firm grip on his beliefs
*Terrified of death (in his past life)
*Trained to be a male soprano, one of his close kept secrets
*Constantly wants to make a difference... often in the wrong way
*Has strange reactions to transformation spells over long periods of time, they're much like a drug to him, a means to forget about his own self and 'meld' into a temporary body.
+History/Appearance+
An old soul, reborn time after time into form after form. He lived as a dying noble, a member of a dying aristocracy and a corrupt bloodline.
The forest has acted as his prison, a keep for him to stagnate and lose all grips of reality.
Decade after decade he trudged along in the forest, a lost soul that possessed the willpower to live on. To keep his mind intact.
Friends from his old world have come. And they have died.
He is cursed with the mentality of a mortal, a cluster of illnesses that hinder him.
Kill him all you like, as punishment or out of spite.
-Appearance-
Deer
Bartleby is a small deer, frail and thin. He carries two small ebony colored antlers, dulled and curled at the tips. They're coated in candles molded with a clean golden colored wax. Of course, these candles are always lit, and there's usually a thick coat of dried wax running down the buck's neck and back from stray droplets. His pelt is uncomfortably thin and wiry to the touch, hardly any protection against the cold weather. Despite the state of his pelt, his tail is quite puffy in comparison, and long furred. The pelt itself is a very light ashen grey color, nearly white. His ears are large, pointed and floppy, often pulled at the back of his scalp. His hooves are made of solid gold, constantly polished and clean of grime. Upon the right side of his neck is long, raw scar... as if something had been ripped away from it recently. Face is that of a real deer, and not a human. His muzzle is somewhat rounded at the tip, complimented by a darkish pink nose. His eyes are a dull olive, usually glazed over from exhaustion with black circles running underneath. Due to his thin stature, one could likely see how taut his skin wraps about the rows of his ribs and legs. This gives him a bit more of a 'lanky' mien, though admittedly more unhealthy as well.
Human
Despite his short height, Bartleby always seems to carry an air of authority. His body is quite small, his skin intensely paled from a lack of sunlight. Dark circles run underneath his olive eyes from a lack of sleep. His face is a mix, neither round nor sharp, but child-like all the same. Clothing is always formal, and usually in light colors to compliment his fine blonde hair (just above shoulder length). He is always well-groomed, even down to his neatly polished nails. He rarely wears any sort of informal attire, and is often seen in a plain light grey waistcoat with a long sleeved undershirt and matching slacks. He is very, dangerously thin, though he counteracts his image with some slightly baggier clothing (though not loose enough as to look dumpy or improper).
+Relations+
-Heika-
Closest friend and current infatuation. Bartleby acts as his servant, though really only because he wants to. Heika is one of the select few people that he would die for. Multiple times. While he may wish for their relationship to be a bit more underground, he doesn't seem to mind as much now. Heika is his only equal; his only companion in a sea of fools. There is no other that Bartleby would so blindly follow and cling to. He accepts being referred to as his 'Queen', and secretly embraces the role itself.
-Jamie-
The only woman that he would ever willingly allow to keep close to, as well as the only female that he would ever confide to. Their relationship is an odd one, borne from aggravation and teasing insults. They've traveled together, sailed together and adventured together in the harshest of terrains. Bartleby trusts the Fennec girl with his life, and can only hope that she feels the same trust for him.
-Miss Talla-
Bartleby's thoughts on 'Miss Talla' are a tad hard to figure out. By all means, he treats her as a gentleman should treat a lady. He thoroughly enjoys her company and finds her to be far more intelligent than she takes credit for. In a way, he sees the little blue doe as an individual that he can protect, and he takes pride from that. He's still rather nervous about making physical contact with her, but his uneasy nature has definitely made some improvement after the time they've spent together.
-Miss Migisi-
A little jackdaw that happened to pass him by on chance one day. Being a lover of animals (and particular birds), she immediately took his fancy. He treated her much like a doting pet owner until her form had inexplicably changed into that of a young doe. It was from then on that the little buck thought of her not as his 'pet', but as a simple minded student to teach. He is incredibly protective of her.
-Mister Cypher-
If there is one thing that Bartleby covets; it's people that he can relate to. Mister Cypher is one of the few pleasant souls in the forest that the buck finds he can gain a sane conversation from. Over the time he has spent with him and Miss Migisi, he has warmed up a bit to him, showing more and more of his true personality outside of a polite exterior.
-Mister Mishka-
While Bartleby does enjoy his quiet demeanor and easygoing (though awkward) attitudes, he remains slightly aloof from him. Even so, he enjoys the buck's company when he's often alone, and finds him pleasant to be around.
-Nathan-
One of the few males that Bartleby has never referred to as 'Mister'. He considers dear Nathan as a lesser person, though no less enjoyable than any other friend. He sees himself as a superior individual, and may occasionally look for him in-forest for some light chatting.
-Baby-
His charge and student. It was Heika that suggested that Bartleby take on the role of tutoring the boy, if only to make himself feel useful. While he no longer is in need of 'lessons', he remains a teacher figure to the boy.
-His Past Servants; Turkey, Debit, Credit and Malware-
While technically still under his service, the forest creatures that have been rounded up by the buck are no longer called upon. Malware isn't even as called upon as much as he used to be. Even so, Bartleby had fostered relatively good relationships with all of them, and may occasionally meet with them.
-Nip-
His sister, Nippers. While he did love and want to protect her, he did often have a habit of sweeping her under the rug. As much as he has never admitted it, he misses her dearly.
-All Past Bartlebys-
He knows them. He's studied them. He respects them immensely. Take care not to insult them.
-Carolina-
His mother, who was completely unknown to him as she died from childbirth. He has no ill feelings towards her, no feelings at all really.
-Alard-
He carried mixed feelings for his father. The man committed suicide when Bartleby had just turned two, so memories are fuzzy. He resents him for his actions though, and often had made it a point that he wouldn't do the same.
-Jergens-
Complicated. Jergens is a past figure of importance, though no longer a part of the buck's life. He takes great care to avoid him.
-'Smiling' Jack-
A nuisance and waste of space. Nothing more and nothing less.
-Sir-
Mr. Sanguine. One of the few individuals that has earned Bartleby's contempt nearly instantly. He has been murdered by him as a source of punishment, and mocked even more often on a daily basis. He takes care to avoid the butler, though some meetings cannot be avoided.
-Sianna-
Killed by her. He makes a large effort to avoid the unstable doe.
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PLK; This all seemed
This all seemed rehearsed... and Bartleby had to wonder if the stag had made speeches of a similar nature. "Mm... But shouldn't both change?" to place all the work on the inhabitants itself seemed... selfish. He ticked an ear, looking up at Silun with a curious stare. "Please, explain the difference between the two..." he prompted, more or less just wanting to see how far he could explain himself. "It's erratic... hence why I resent it." there was no routine.
He flinched slightly, eyes closing at the stag's question. "I used to." he merely answered. He could leave whenever he wanted now, after all.
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It was his own experiences
"But when both will change, who would remember it then?" Another question he didn't expect an answer to be given.
However, this was also where his sureness ended: " Ehm... excuse me,Sir, but since I have only heard about the ways from the Outsides, I am really not sure if I would be able to do so. Properly." He himself was aware that his vision of the Outsides was twisted, but there was only little he could do about that. "You already mentioned that cycle of day and night... How does it work exactly?" Being distracted by solving this difficult problem, he almost overheard the short and simple note. It was not interesting anymore and this kind of short and simple answers usually indicates, that the speaker wishes not to continue anyway.
Bartleby merely blinked, head
He could have laughed at the term 'the Outsides'. Such a childish term... Still, he flicked an ear of interest and elaborated. Day and night. You are aware of the concept of hours? and entire day can go through a twenty four hour cycle, divided in half for an equal amount of day and night. And so the cycle goes on day after day..." well, a bit more complicated than that, but Bartleby forced himself to keep it simple... if only to be polite
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Updated a bunch of stuff... added all around and extended on info... changed voice and all that c':
He turned back and looked up,
Silun wasn't even sure if he wanted to continue in this. He frowned, feeling he becomes depressive again. But he owes him the explanation, he barely understood what those 'hours' are though. "Exactly. The time divided in equal portions, cycling around in still the same routine. A stereotype, which is so... predictable. Every changing is well know far ahead and becomes then nothing more, than just planned modification. Changes should be unexpected."
Surly this was not the most precise explanation, but he hoped it would be satisfying.
The little buck merely
"No. Changes should be expected. That night comes so irregularly is unnatural to every world I have ever set foot in. I've been outside the borders of this place, and even there it follows such a consistent pattern. The cycles make it easier to keep time, to sleep when it's dark and move about by day. The predictable nature is what allows for those when enjoy it to maintain a basic routine." he mumbled, his tiny voice a trifle flat, devoid of feeling.
Bartleby had always been such a slave to routine. He still was.
Silun pondered for a while
He sat down, leaning against the invisible deer there, when his sight noticed Bartleby again, still standing outside. It was strange, but whenever he got to this state, everything seemed much clearer and so simple. "Perhaps your desire for changes is what makes you stay here. This place differs from all the others you visited." He spoke softly with smile now, like talking to an old buddy.
Short and simple, just the
He could be quite cruel in that way.
Silun's manner of speaking with him was a bit unnerving. So personal... as if the poor thing thought that had become friends or such of the like. His expression was ever stoic, the little flames stop his candles decreasing to nothing more than smoky tips.
"No, it isn't a desire for changes that makes me come here." he denied, ever calm. "It's a desire to forget. That's the one thing this world has, a power to muddy the mind and stupefy thoughts." which was one of the few things he really needed right now. He was silent for a moment, debating on whether it would be impolite to just leave right then and there.
... to forget... those words
... to forget... the short smile of happiness vanished from his face. Eyes have closed, ears flipped to the skull and his expression was one deep pain. The great old stag suddenly shrunk, being just furry bunch of misery.
... to forget... "Let me give you an advice, Mister Bartleby. If you desire to forget, better leave now. Places here do have memory..." Silun spoke, not even knowing whether there is anyone to listen.
.... to forget... "I wanted to forget, I wished to forget... I prayed..." he almost whispered
"Vain efforts..." The last words were more of an articulated thoughts, since he was unable to continue speaking.
Oh, so he had hit a bit of a
"Please, don't insult me with obvious advice. There are memories here that still walk and breath." and the scar upon the side of his neck was more than enough for that.
He raised an eyebrow, as if resenting such a pathetic display. Old as he was, did this stag know anything about posture? Holding in emotions?
"Vain in that you merely gave up." he muttered, letting his lips tilt a bit upwards as he offered a final bow.
"Don't worry... I hear that laziness is a common affliction for the animals of this world."
And so, with his head held high, he slowly walked away... refusing to look back.
Yawning wide, the bird
"Hey, smallthing." He muttered, voice nothing more than a lazy drawl. Even as he spoke, he lowered until his throat connected with the top of the other's head. More weight for him to bear. "Be a pillow this mornin', ehk? He's sleeping." Needless to say, it wasn't a request. Congratulations, Master Bartleby, you have been promoted to bedding.
^ I nearly choked on air.
I nearly choked on air.
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Cic; (I don't know why but I
If Bright Eyes had been a deer, or at least an animal that looked like a common cervine, then he probably would have been burned for such an act. The frail buck wasn't a pushover, by any means, and he wasn't above utilizing the flames upon his melting candles (even if they really didn't do much).
He was always polite enough to let the tips of fire die down to smoking tips whenever company he liked came by, in fear of scorching them should they come too close. As per usual, he had done the same for the giant four legged crow, especially since the bird had made a habit of standing over top of him.
Bartleby quite enjoyed being around Bright Eyes. He found the crow entertaining as a man finds his dog pleasurable. While he'd never verbally express it, he often had a common mindset that he was just like any other 'animal' of the forest. Stupid, but nice enough. That was why he didn't have any real qualms in having the bird touch him. Why should he care? He was far above his league.
And that went for all the other deer as well.
Still, small thing? That seemed... a bit demeaning, to say in the least. As Bartleby felt the massive weight of the crow slowly crush him, his candles involuntarily lit themselves, more out of shock than a cruel defense mechanism. They wouldn't really do anything though, weak little bits of fire that they were.
"Um... Mr. Bright..." he breathed, shaking his head as he felt a hard beak connect with his forehead. "I have a name, you know." three, actually, and Bartleby would have preferred any of them over 'smallthing'. His high falsetto grew reedy, more from a lack of air than anything else.
"I really can't..." wasn't he injured? The crow had acted rather strangely last time he saw him. Then again, maybe he could have been wrong. His own two avian servants could be rather unpredictable themselves at some points. Birds... who could understand them? "I don't mind acting as a source of heat for you, Mr. Bright, but I don't think that I can carry your weight..." he civilly mumbled, keeping his tone flat, like he was scolding a wrong-doing puppy.
That, and being engulfed in feathers wasn't the most pleasant of sensations. "Please get off." he squirmed, moving his thin little body this way and that to give himself some space. "Get off." one could be polite even in commands, Bartleby often thought.
And if the crow wouldn't have the decency to roll away from him, then he'd use fire. Discipline, after all. It would be a shame though, as the crow himself seemed a bit hurt still.
Ammy; Darn that air! 8< How dare it make you choke...
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The flames had relit. Not that that was enough to make the bird move away- no, certainly not. Hadn't he just conversed with his prized one, just last night, about the importance of never retreating? Of course he had.
Still. Fire, there, so close to his all important eyes. They made an attempt to fight back, their dim lights sparked a few notches in intensity as if they meant to overpower the fires with their own glow. Needless to say, it wouldn't work.
[...*rage* I've entirely lost my muse somehow. I'll be back to continue this post in a while. *boot B off to the side*]
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(I'll admit...I am not that
He had fallen asleep surrounded by company. Nestled within a living wall of comfort as the small white doe laid at his side and the jackdaw 'nested' into his vest on his back. However, as his eyes opened to the new day, he discovered that his emotional security had vanished, leaving him alone beside the aging pillar of the ruins. He was not entirely surprised, to be honest. It was neither the doe or crow's duty to remain beside him at all times but nonetheless, it alarmed him. He had no concerns for his own safety and was capable of handling himself, even when in a weak mental state. Though he was worried for Migisi who had disappeared on him. She may have been recovering well, but she was still unable to fly. If attacked again, she would not able to rightfully defend herself...And that terrified him.
Frantically stumbling to his feet, Cypher began to scan the Forest around him for signs of Migisi or any other of his friends. Quiet caws echoed off in the distance. They sounded like any other crow's calls but to the 'trained' stag, the cries instantly pulled his attention in their direction. He dashed blindly through the woods towards her, skidding to a halt as he intruded the small herd that had gathered near her. Among them was the fine silver buck he had made an acquaintance with the previous night.
He lingered in the distance for a moment as he took notice of the skiddish doe that was near Bartleby's side. He was not too sure of her name...but he had seen her a few times before, and even attempted to introduce himself to her in the past. Though each time, she dashed away from him; he wished to not risk upsetting the gentleman's lady company or make the doe uneasy. As the pair's gazes shifted towards him, he watched as the smaller doe seemed...braver. Feeling confident that he could approach them without much worry, he trotted towards them and settled beside the tree growing in the center of the flower patch.
The Barbley and Talla lowered themselves not too far from him. The two males eyes locked as Cypher tipped his fedora to them as a greeting with a casual smile, as if to silently exchange a 'hello'. However, a brow ached as his eyes wandered over the other. Taking notice of the scraps and ruffled fur over his silver body. He cleared his throat in attempt to catch their attention, "Pardon me...I hope I am not intruding." Worrisome eyes continued to study the injuries from afar. Wanting to question them but unsure how his new acquaintance would react.
(Oh you're fine c':
Bartleby himself took in the stag's approach with a flick of the ears. They stood upwards, almost in rabbit-like position before flopping back to the sides of his head. His expression was stoic, though obviously in great pain. With a thin pelt such as his, and with such a light color, one could see the blotches of purple bruises that dotted his taut skin. To the buck, such injuries were much like deep wounds. The marks themselves blended into one another, branched out into webs of strings and internal bleeding. They wouldn't kill him, but they would give him a hard time for a few days. It had been worth it, either way. More than worth it.
As Cypher folded his legs down to sit, he moved a bit in front of his small companion, more for her comfort's sake than anything else. He had put on a good face ever since she had come by, at the very least to avoid embarrassing himself. He already had in front of his dear crow friend for falling into a bit of a rage with some poor fellow. A few shivers occasionally rippled down his skin, but that was all the pain he would dare to express, proud thing that he was.
For a very brief second, their eyes met, and Bartleby instantly wrenched away his gaze to look at his pretty hooves, which had become tinged with a bit of ghastly looking rust. They always did that when he bled, be it on the outside or inside. Ugly things. Shamefully, the buck shifted his weight to tuck them under himself, despite the jolts of pain from doing so.
"Ah, not at all..." he started, ears pinning back, his tone taking on a more business-like edge. "Actually, your timing couldn't have been more impeccable... a small nod, and he closed his eyes, pink nose twitching in mild thought.
"I have a theory... well... more like an assurance... of the man, pardon, deer you're looking for." he mumbled, recounting the events out in his head. "Do you know of a stag by the name of 'Jack'? He has a title... but I can't remember what it is. Either way; he's an absolute madman, a despicable waste of flesh if you ask me. I have already had... admittedly a bit of a grudge against him to begin with. Ah, anyway, he approached me and Miss Migisi not too long ago..." he wasn't that good of a storyteller, but god damn he would try his hardest.
"At first I wasn't exactly sure who he was targeting, me or her... but it became rather obvious from the way that he ignored me and stalked her that I wasn't what he was looking for. I tried to have him focus on me instead, which worked..." obviously, from how battered he was (by his own standards of course). "I managed to singe his fur, hopefully burn his skin as well, though he seemed more intent on teasing than actually fighting..." he huffed, frustratingly. Of course he knew why, he just didn't quite want to accept it.
The flames on his candles were not flames at all, but mere sparks, barely visible among the smoke they generated. They showed just how exhausted he really was. His soft voice was even beginning to strain, not used to talking so much at once. "I wished I could do more... be he simply walked away after a few minutes, and I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't find the strength to follow him..." his muzzle pointed to the ground. "I suppose it's also fair to consider this stag's unpredictability as well. For all I know I could simply by over analyzing things. I tend to do that." he chuckled, which sounded much more akin to a hoarse cough.
The corner of his lip curled
A welter of emotions fought for dominance over his face, unsure of which to allow take over as his permanent expression. Sympathy, paranoia, anxiety, frustration...All these emotions raced throughout his body, clouding his once-sparkling eyes and forcing a blank countenance instead as he listened to the other begin to speak. Heart skipping a beat with a sliver of rage as he mentioned the man, pardon, deer you're looking for.... Instantly, the dazed look hardened while his blood began to boil. Do you know of a stag by the name of 'Jack'...?
A heated snort was blown heavily through flaming nostrils. A fuse igniting in his eyes while his body tensed, as still keeping his somewhat majestic appearance despite his growing rage. "Go on...." Ah yes, he knew the white stag well. While not too personally, the pair had quite an actively aggressive past, and even as Jack seemed to have grown more tolerable of the stag's presence, he could not help be question if there were motives behind it. Perhaps now, there were.
Cypher sat quietly as he waited for Bartleby to finish explaining the attack. So...Jack had gone after the pair? No, after...Migisi? His stomach turned at the thought. A burning sensation growing within him as he grinned his teeth. "I see..." Cold. Emotionless. The stag had very little to say as his mind raced, trying to understand the situation. Eventually, he looked back towards the buck and nodded. Just a simple nod of gratitude, "You have done quite enough, Mr. Troy. Putting yourself at risk is more than what I have asked of you, but I do thank you for your bravery. Allow me to aid you in return; have your wounds been properly treated?"
He looked to the offered
Ah, so Mister Cypher did know the offending stag! At least, it seemed that way. For all he knew, he was just misreading emotions again. Then again, who wouldn't know of Jack? The stag had certainly left his mark on quite a few of the forest's denizens... some more harshly than others it seemed. "I am ashamed to say that he did manage to tousle her about a little as well. I suppose I'm not that fit as a protector..." and as stubborn as he could be, he knew that the physical range he could cover was mockingly small. Of course, such limitations never stopped him from crossing the line a few good times...
He almost smiled at the expression that the stag made then, that eerie, frigid grin. Not at the humor of it, but the nostalgia. It had been a long since he had seen someone use that sort of face (said someone being the reason of why he was so bitter towards Jack in the first place). "Perhaps I misinterpreted his intentions. Either way, at least you have someone to work with now... unpleasant as it may seem." he nodded. At this point, he simply talked to get his mind off the pounding discomfort in his chest.
Still, that last comment annoyed him. "Bravery? There's no bravery in doing what has to be done. Even less if I don't succeed. I would have only succeeded if I had been able to have my way with him." he sounded much like a boy trying to sound bigger than he really was, shaky, but determined all the same. The buck always hated it when people needlessly coddled him on such matters. "And for your own sake... I was never really in danger to begin with. Death... doesn't really effect me." he loosely explained, a bit aversive to the topic, but reassuring all the same.
At the topic of his injuries, he looked to his chest, blinking slowly. "It's best to let them run their course. There isn't that much you could do, really..." still, he nodded in thanks. "Your kindness is admirable though." he added politely, wincing as another ripple of pain washed through him.
Another frown tugged at the
"You have done more than enough, sir. More than I could possibly ask of you," While it was true the smaller buck as capable of making his own decisions and, Cypher could not help but feel a bit responsible for his injuries. He protected the jackdaw...who was important to him...who was attacked by Jack...who held a grudge against him...There was no proof that supported his paranoid suspicions. Only in his clouded mind did his reasoning make sense to the unstable stag, resulting in him feeling as if he owed the buck a service as repayment.
Death...doesn't really effect me. A manic smirk stretched across his face. Death did not effect him either. At least, not in the philosophical sense. Sure he could die; he saw the face of death far too frequently in his early life, but he had grown to like the feel that waltzing with the devil brought.
(My muse died like three sentences in, but I felt bad no responding.)
Tracking. (x
Kum; I suppose we could end
Pink; lkjfsdlgkthankyousomuch ;; I'm sorry that he's so boring in-forest fff
Pfft, he's not boring at all.
(double post, I apologize )
Hi, it was nice sitting with
~tracking~
"I hope I wasn't a bother... he seemed a bit cool, but made quiet company."
Pink; Thank you kindly, then
Nim; Aha! I was wondering who you were c: He's not the type to run away from polite company, and I love it when new deer sit next to him~
"A bother? Not at all, Sir..."
A track for this one too! He
He is so gorgeous. ;__;
♥
thank youuu ;3; ♥
♥
Sorry for sleepyhead Mishka
Good to see Bartleby in the Forest this often, though ^_~
bahh, Bartleby doesn't really
I'm only on this early cause I'm all sick and restless anyway :'D
Hiya, Bartleby's in this. His
dsklfjklsafjdf! his pelt is
his pelt is perfect~ thank you so much for drawing him ;3;
Poor guy. x)
Hi Bartleby Hi C:
Hi
C:
Si; I abuse him on a daily
Occy; SUP AMA
YOU WERE PRETTY BADASS BACK THERE
YOU STUPID INJURED DOLT
Ginger: Yes she was the idiot
the idiot
do you have any
inbred childrenbandaids?... WHY YES I have plenty of
WHY YES
I have plenty of
inbred childrenband-aids, would you like some?They're fresh .3.
Yes I would. Ama needs
I would.
Ama needs them.
...8D
Fresh from the oven, you say?
WELL considering that
inbred childrenband-aid making abilities are top-notch, they're pretty fresh.Would you like fries with that?
-Sneaks a track in- Poor
Poor Bartleby~ :c