November 22, 2009 - 6:09am — MyuNoUta
Why in the hell did I decide to do this, despite the fact that RPing is not my forte?
Bleh, a combination of things I guess. I'm bored. I'm restless. I'm in the mood to write. And I'm curious as to how many people are actually gonna respond to this. *BRICK'D*
Basically, it's the same as everyone else. Just ask Myu anything you'd like; I'm not limiting the questions at all. And it doesn't matter whether or not she's met your deer; she'll answer to anyone. I prefer an RP-style, but you don't have to ask in such a fashion =) Also keep in mind that the responses might not be the greatest; I have very little faith in my writing, and depending on the question asked, it could be either as long as a sentence, or as long as over 9,000 paragraphs *SHOT for crappy joke xD;*
ANYWAYS.
So go ahead, dun be shy~! Ask away~! xD
Sunni stops within a deer's
I knew of you when you were a fawn.
She takes but half a pace forward and bows her head in greeting, wondering at how the fawn seemed to have grown so fast.
Then Sunni tilts her head and looks sideways at the doe, an action which takes on an almost bird-like gesture, doubly aided in effect by the raven mask she adorns.
I knew of you, but not your origins. Who are your parents? She asked with a half-apologetic nod, understanding the question to be quite personal, and meaning no offense in the inquiry.
Myu had been resting within
I can only somewhat remember you, she bows apologetically, hoping the deer does not berate her short memory. I have a hard time remembering deer that I've only played with once or twice. Although your looks are familiar to me, and I'm certain I have indeed met you somewhere.
The question proposed to her makes her body tingle, and not in a pleasant way either. It's reminiscent of a child who had seen and heard too much, despite attempts to blind and deafen her to the truth.
Still, she does not anger. This deer does not know the horrors that she learned of, and she ponders whether or not this deer should know.
This deer came to me and asked. They have the right to know.
Gesturing to the grey deer, she lays herself upon the ground, and Sunni follows suit. Myu hopes that the deer's patience will not wear thin.
Where to start? she begins, glancing up at the sky, partially wishing such a question was never asked. My true parents...I know not of them. All's I know is that they literally threw me to the wolves as a babe. Why? I do not know. Perhaps I wasn't to their liking in some way or another.
She shakes her head, her own confusion beginning to irritate her. However, she refuses to raise her anger to someone who does not deserve such.
I can only remember waking to the sound of growls, and chattering teeth. As you might guess, the wolves had found me. But my form was so small, so frail, that I was hardly worth a meal. Instead, they took me in.
She remembers the almost whimsical adventures that had followed, along with the reveal of a near betrayal.
Lena and Arcane...they raised me as one of their own; at the time, I did not know the original intent was to raise me until I was full enough to provide a feast. But as time endured, they came to love me, and I eventually truly did become one of them. It's just a shame that such a tale would end in such tragedy. My apologies, but I will not elaborate any further.
Sunflare nodded in sympathy
She flicked a bee with her ear, and looking around, decided that though they were in the ruins, lighter subjects should be spoken of.
She glanced at Myu and spoke in tones of being impressed. “Well, it sounds like you were destined for greater things, to be spared from death in such a miraculous manner! And now you’re in the Forest. Are you going to stay here, or do you think you might move on eventually?
Myu never truly pondered
Perhaps the Gods did indeed have something planned for her...whether it was good or not, she did not know. All's she knew is that she felt like a pawn upon a chess table, thinking that she had control, while all the while, it was the Gods whose hands spurred action.
Still, she takes a moment to think, before replying to the doe.
I intend to keep myself grounded to this world, she replies, confirming it with a nod. This world has become my home; it does not matter how well or how poorly I may be treated by others. My heart has been willingly shackled to this place, and should I be forced to leave, I shall hold my ground, and curse those who dare to impose upon me.