Was that your stag with the kabuki pelt and zombie antlers, Janet? He was sweet. I didn't know who the mini was, it was quite the brawl! Lol!

Slighthoundlady;
Oh, Yeah I thought she was nervous. c: It's fine, The large orange stag with Waar was a friend of her. I hope Herla and Waarhijd will meet eachother more sometime, heehe. <:

Loving Herla! My stag's the complete oposite to her - I wonder what it would be like if they met... xD

Edit - Oh and Track !!

He eyed her curiously as she came over with Virgil. The Red had seemed worried about the doe. Gehirn himself, frankly, quickly eyed if Herla seemed alright when they came back. She didn't walk with a limp, or did he spy any blood on her pelt. He let out a long breath of relief as he nuzzled her. "Hello love, how are you today?" He said with a smile directed at the pretty black doe. "You look fine as ever. But I hope you feel so, too." The irish was a little worried, perhaps about yesterday still.

The black stag gives her a nod, nuzzling her affectionally. "It is alright. I understand. You knew a stag like that, hm? That's sad. I'm sorry to hear that." He shook his head slightly. Stags like that excisted, he knew all too well. He wasn't one to bother much, really. It was up to them, the strongest one would survive. The strongest one wasn't neccesarily the one that fought the most. "Alright. Just be careful yourself, alright? I will tolerate him for you, but if he touches you or any one of my friends.." His words seemed to get a bit more stern, turning his face towards the small doe. "Then I will not hold back. Even I have my limits, ofcourse. Don't harm yourself whilst helping another, alright?" He would tolerate him for her. What was left for him to do? In the end, he was not one to decide. But he would stand by her if she needed him. Untill she no longer did.

(( Okay this is really weird, there is a nameless deer sitting in front an Gehirn and Herla who is rubbing on a tree like Sorog and is showing up on the map as Sorog, but looks like a nameless deer to me! Is that Sorog or what? ))

Gehirn quietly listened to her words. A worried doe indeed, this side of her had been exposed to him slowly. He had met her as a flirty doe whom knew her ways. But it seemed she sure worried a lot more than he had first expected her to.
The stag seemed a little suprised at her words, though. Her heart did not know that? Had he been blind to her feelings? Perhaps he wasn't, perhaps he wished he was. As she nuzzled his neck, the stag bowed his head, touching his lips with her forehead briefly. "I am sorry. I did not wish to hurt you, love. I will be here as your friend, and I will protect you if you need me to. But you will find your stag, really." He smiled again. "And he'll chase me away. Perhaps he should anyway, hm? I cannot get to attached to such a sweet doe as yourself. I realized you're not only beautifull, your heart is as well. Ah, now I am simply flattering.." The stag let out a chuckle, his big chest rumbling. "Oh, yes.. Protect myself. Sure, that is fine." He nods. "It's a pity he thinks I meant harm, haha. Perhaps it is my posture.. I am no good with stags, you know." He never had been, he admitted. There were only few stags he let in his company, and it sure took ages for a stag to be able to be admitted onto his trusted list.

(Huh? OH, that was a nameless to me too. ROOOFL. That explains why he rubbed the tree immediatly. We thought it was typical nameless behaivor, sorry Sorog ;_; Now we see him though, wooops. And here we thought to be nice and always greet the nameless)

Herla teared up at Gehirn’s words. Yes. She should find another stag. But Gehirn would always be special. “You will always be in my heart,” she said, returning his kiss to her forehead with a kiss on his cheek. Sighing, she laid next to him, enjoying the warm sun’s rays. Virgil was close by and Ephire had joined them as well. She always felt safe in their company and was happy to have them all near. Her head resting on Gehirn’s back she dozed, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face.

When she opened her eyes a wedge, she glimpsed Sorog approaching. She tensed. How she hoped he would not be looking for a fight, these were all large stags, and he was still injured. She prayed he would not try to challenge any of them.

((Well at least we didn’t start dancing with the “nameless” that would have been confusing!))

(Mind if I squeeze in a couple of posts? I'm so bored, lol XD)

Sorog had picked up Herla's scent from the Ruins; he knew that scent very well by now. It had brought a smile to his rugged face, as he was not having the best of days as per usual. He had been avoiding confrontations, and intended to until he healed some more. The stag continued to mentally curse himself for throwing himself into a fight with Reed like that, especially with Herla watching. He never thought he'd feel embarrassed or ashamed for engaging in a fight, and yet he did. So strange...

He strolled slowly through the birch forest, following the scent until he found Herla sitting beside Gehirn. Sorog snorted at the sight of the massive stag, and shook the fur on his nape in annoyance. He contemplated walking away, as he did not feel like dealing with Gehirn's high-and-mighty attitude, but he eventually decided to stay. Sighing, he rubbed up against a birch tree several feet away from the stag and doe and then rested at its base, his ears flattened against his skull when he realized that there were quite a few deer in the area. As long as they didn't bother him, he would be fine.

(Rofl, that is hilarious Misako!! Talk about a misunderstanding waiting to happen! XDD Aww, okay~ Take care! <3)

(Lol, so much confusion and chaos! Come to think of it, I have been seeing quite a few deer running around naked, but they have pictos so they're not nameless. Hm...I wonder if that's the same glitch as well? Good thing I'm getting used to other peoples' pictos! XD)

The stag's eyes flicked toward Reed and Lacie, and he snorted again in contempt. His body still ached from the fight yesterday, but not too much. It could have gone much worse. What was he thinking? He was surprised that Reed wasn't trying to challenge him or chase him away. His ears flicked to the sound of nimble feet approaching, and he turned his head to see Herla standing a little distance off to his side. At the greeting and bow, he blinked, and then smiled gently. "Thank you... I pray that you are well, also," he replied softly, and then inclined his head. "I am sorry if I am disturbing you. I know that Gehirn does not take kindly to me." He gazed over her shoulder toward the Irish, sighing inwardly.

(Whoa, weird! O_O; I am using the newest version, but I have never had this problem before. Hm...)

The stag bowed his head slightly, holding back a sigh. "Indeed...he has good intentions. I do not intend to start anything with him," he replied reassuringly, his current well-being aside. The fact that Gehirn believed that he would harm Herla, however, made his fur bristle. He would never forgive the Irish for accusing him of such a thing. Sorog watched Herla passively as she slowly approached, feeling puzzled by the range of emotions in her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking.

When she was close enough, Sorog slowly stood and gingerly sniffed at her crown, the small smile returning. "I am fine, m'lady; they are mere flesh wounds. Thank you for your concern, and for all of your help," he said earnestly, and then paused. A look of uncertainty and nervousness crossed his face for a moment...and then, he gently and briefly nuzzled her and stood in place, not wanting to step back like he usually did.

(Gah, unfortunately I have to get going, but I will reply ASAP! Take care ^_^)

(mind if i rp here ... a little bit?)

(yep it is and... no problem)

he had watched her in the little group for a while. pretty she was.
he felt nervousness around the little doe, approached carefully. he could feel the pushing behind his forehead, heard the voice again, the whispering. He didn't realize that those whispered words actually left his mouth.

as the stag moved it looked like a constant, fluent change. as if actors apeared and disappeared on the stage of this body. sometimes nervous, shy almost too embarrassed to look up, then suddenly full of self-confidence, flirty.

"H... hello m'am." his gaze was lowered to the ground. "nice weather we have, right? ohh pretty pretty so alone? uhm my name is dix. come close r come closer ypu pretty you. " the voices changed within one breath. first a tiny shy, young, then a hoarse amorous whisper.

(oh god, i am sorry, now it was my turn to take a shower.)

"Hmmm herla. the sound of the wind whispering in the leaves nice to meet you, m' am my... my name is d.. dix." he nodded, his face constantly changeing emotions.

he observed her carerfully. really a pretty doe. small... petite... and beautiful feathers.
the bushing behind his forehead got harder.

"uhm would you mind if... we sit down again sit close to me, pretty pretty." he tilted his head slightly.

he smiled and nodded, then he sat down again, leaving some space himself. he didn't want to step too close.

"you ... you are nice." he smiled. then, while he was still smiling... there was this one last, heavy push.
dix fell asleep. not the body though... the boddy sneezed.

the former flickering of emotions became constant now. the 'actor' that was in the background now, won the stage over.
his eyes, former somewhat small and hastily flickering now seem to be bigger, focused on her. the smile on his face became sly...
"So now my pretty tell me, a doe like you so alone, isn't that dangerous for you?" the stag bent a little forward, tilted his head rose his eyebrows flirtatious...

he chuckled and nodded. then slowly... inch by inch... he crept closer. not too much though. it almost seemed like cooincidence.

"Oh, right. right. and.... it would be a sacrilege if a stag like me wouldn't be ready to protect beauty like you, right? oh, you." he blinked after the last words, spoken in a deeper voice all of the sudden, with a proud look on his face... he seemed to be irritated for a moment, then he smiled at her again.

"herla, pretty ebony angel, would you tell me a bit about you? i want to get to know you better. oh please." of course he was not really interested in this doe... he was just... hunting hearts. And with another movement he crept closer.


(sh... sorry have to leave now... i fear i have to reply tomorrow again.... sorrysorry >< )

(Eep...so sorry about the massive delay, lol. I hope you don't mind me responding after you had a little RP with someone else; I'll just tie in the previous interaction with this reply. c8)

He was unusually calm, yes, but mostly because he knew he needed to take it easy for a while. The presence of all of the other deer didn't help settle his nerves, but with Herla nearby he instantly felt reassured. The stag smiled inwardly when she nuzzled her face against his neck, and he closed his eyes with a small sigh. So gentle, so timid... Sorog gazed at the petite doe when she spoke, his smile never fading. It was a rare gesture for him, but he was happy to share it with her.

"I could never say no to your company, sweet one," he replied softly, and then with a gentle nod of indication he sat beside the base of the tree with her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes once more as he focused on the sounds and scents of the forest rather than the other stags around him. For the first time in quite a while, he felt the beginnings of neutrality.

((Hey, sorry for the delay here, just got home from work!))

Uruushou: ((Sorog is being so mature! How long will it last? Hah! Do you mind if we put this one to rest and see what new interest stirs up? ))

PaleDix: Herla was confused by the white stag’s shifts in tone and expression. But overall he seemed to be her favorite type of stag. The accommodating type. She smiled warmly at him. “Oh, your company is quite enough really, thank you. I’m always in need of a big strong stag to keep a look out for little ‘ole me, make sure no big nasties get me. You know?” she gave her sweetest look from behind her feather fan.

(( Sounds good, sounds good. Herla is sitting with a group of deer near the Playground, the big grey stag with zombie antlers is Faustt's Morikiah, the other deer, not sure yet who they are, map isn't helping! I'll be in making dinner so pauses may be long. ))

((Oh, and your new siggie is completely adorable!))

((Lich King drama, sweet! Sorry I missed it. Haha!))

((I know right? I live for drama! Here drama, drama, drama. lol. Okay. Making dinner now. ))

(( XD Sorry for the confusion with Herla, Shen is currently borrowing Nightmare's picto for the time being *nods* He's the Devout/Secretary/Peacock stag *nods* Came to observe and watch >3> ))

[[ Hehehe I saw, I saw XD Shen was getting ready to run at the slightest hint of any of it coming towards where he was perched XD He's quite the coward by nature so fights tend to get him a bit... flighty. He may be smart and cunning, but he's not going to risk himself getting involved in things LOL! He'll probably be observing around for awhile, taking in things... Mr. Coward Bird xD

Edit: XD Sorry about Shen's little... scaredy cat self. When they kept poofing back and forth between sets he was getting a bit freaked out by it XD He's still getting a bit used to the forest and all XD ]]

Oh this look. This little doe knew how to use gestures to impress a stag. He could learn a lot from her...
...maybe he could observe the one or the other trick from her.

He chuckled "Hm my ebony angel, I guess there are a lot of stags there for you, protecting you. I would be surprised if not."

@PaleDix: “I am most fortunate to be acquainted with some very gentlemanly stags, this is true,” she said nodding elegantly. “Thank you for keeping me company.”

((I’m off to work shortly!))