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June 5, 2012 - 10:41pm — Rutilus
WARNING :: May contain mature content, though nothing explicit. Mentions of sex, drugs, murder, violence and other unpleasant things may occur, as well as swearing.
What it says in the title, man, and anyone can join, whether I know you or I've never spoken to you before. Seriously, don't be shy, man. My only rules are literate-style and please don't get pissed with me if I end up abandoning the roleplay blog after a week or two (though my last one survived like...a month which is pretty damn good for me).
Short character descriptions because I'm lazy.
My active TEF characters are ::
Rutilus :: male :: hetereosexual :: loves Martisol :: awkward/friendly/protective/humorous/temperamental/affectionate/energetic human/deer
Keith :: male :: bisexual :: technically partnerless :: rebellious/anti-authority/free/moody/sociable/shy/rude/protective/brave human/deer
Sax :: female :: hetereosexual :: mateless :: aggressive/violent/cold/anti-authority/irritable/questioning/guilty/untrustworthy/paranoid human/deer
Snake :: male :: hetereosexual :: mateless :: polite/blunt/generous/suspicious/submissive/masculine/strong/kindhearted/rough/contradictive human/deer
Dr. Whisper :: male :: mateless :: stalker/curious/influential/mocking/physical/reckless/ambitious/determined/distracted deer x
Eden :: male :: mateless :: trusting/hypocrite/fragile/sickly/condescending/critical/paranoid/easily offended/judgemental/proud deer x
Ramone :: male :: bisexual :: mateless :: friendly/sociable/affectionate/hyperactive/annoying/mocking/stressed/troubled/blunt/caring/naive/trusting deer/human
If you want to jump in, just pick a character of mine and a character of yours and either start a roleplay or ask me to start first. I hate choosing ;A;
Note :: It may take me more than a day to respond to all of my roleplays at times. My muse has a tendency to come and go and, particularly with school coming up, I tend to feel swamped and avoid replying. I may also wait until I have everyone's replies, so that I can reply to everyone at the same time and keep my posts 'neater'.
Would you care to roleplay
of course! human or deer, and
Snake and Nate need to hang
I will start! And deer would
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The chocolate colored doe walked through the forest quietly, making sure to be careful where she stepped, as not to trip over rocks. As she approached the pond, she sat down in the soft grass and shook out her neck fur, puffing out her feathers and fur to warm herself. It was chilly, for a summers day.
[Diana and Whisper~?] He was
Would this birch tree give her cover? No, probably not. In fact, now that she thought about it, he'd probably already seen her. Still, she waited, studying him. Flat face, curving ram horns and a dark pelt--so contrasted with her own. Why had she come here? Ears pinned back against her skull, an indication of her nervousness. Her eyes darted around the surroundings, looking for escape routes. She was not a slow deer. Speed was her one defense. If he came for her, she could dart away. He'd stopped chasing her after a time.
So why had she come? Diana exhaled softly. She wanted to know why this strange deer had chosen to follow her. Maybe if she learned, she'd have a better chance of surviving in this strange forest. Besides, he didn't seem overtly harmful. Frightening, yes, but he hadn't directly threatened her. He looked like a deer too. Better to learn from him than one of the many predators around here.
Breaking her cover, the doe trotted over to the large stone. However, she stayed a distance away, choosing not to climb it. Instead, she called up to the dark stag the first phrase that came into her mind.
"Why you follow, stag?"
Of course, her grasp of forest common was still terrible. The leucistic doe looked up at Whisper, then away, half ashamed. She'd really have to work on her language.
[ let's get this show on the
Keyblade
He was known to greet almost every deer he passed by, just because he was friendly, for the most part. The chocolate-gold doe did not go unnoticed by him; her feathers were the first thing he noticed, an unusual colour, from what he'd seen so far. She was larger than him, but he was almost as tall due to his long legs - just...skinnier, which made him look smaller than he already was.
"Alright?" was the antlerless stag's greeting as he stood a few feet away from the sitting doe. "Bit cold, innit?" Keith shook his hair back, getting it away from his eyes.
Ephemereal
White were the innocents which all demons were drawn to. White were the webs that the devout spiders spun in thick, trapping strands over his body. White were the stars that he had torn from the sky.
His eyes had caught her a long time ago, almost the moment she came into his line of sight, but he'd felt no need to chase her. Something must have drawn her here, for before she had done her very best to avoid him. It was futile in the end; he was not one for giving up until he wanted to, or was distracted by something more interesting.
But few deer had proved to be more interesting than this fleeting, wingless angel that so often caught Dr. Whisper's attention.
She must have wanted something from him, he decided, and he wanted to know just what it was. Perhaps she had questions for him; he liked those, after all, liked answering them with truth, or lies, or both, or neither. Perhaps she liked the thrill of terror that his presence excited in her. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
The number three was a fascinating thing.
Sunset eyes followed her through the holes of a dark mask as she approached, stopping right where the stag had predicted that she would; a safe distance. He did not move save for the slow downward tilt of his head to look at her, but when she called up to him in that unusual voice, his ears pricked up interestedly. Did she not speak the language very well, or was it simply a vocal quirk of hers?
Whisper wanted her to speak again, to let him hear that strange voice a second time, but he supposed he would have to speak in return for her.
"Why do you flee, hind?"
The voice was low, deep, with the faintest whispering husk to it, somewhat foreign and yet it would have been impossible to pinpoint where he had originated from, perhaps because he was not entirely sure himself.
Mick
Funny, because he'd just been searching for the bastard for no reason other than severe boredom and a general feeling of loneliness, likely caused by his closest companion's recent downspiral into some dull emotion that neither he nor she could quite pinpoint. But there that man was - if he was even a man at all - straight up ahead, and Snake hadn't been so glad to see him for quite some time.
"'Thaniel!"
He almost snorted at himself over the use of that nickname; he'd never used it before, and it sounded...strange. Snake quickened his pace as best he could, which was made difficult by the hinderance of his left leg, which he still didn't quite understand; he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the goddamn thing, and he didn't trust anyone to fix it despite the Initiative's demands that he allow them to tinker with it. Not a chance. He'd seen what they'd done to some of the injured experimentals.
Still, even when limping, he was fairly confident that the sight of some scarred, muscular man striding towards an enemy was somewhat intimidating. Maybe. Hopefully. God damn, it had better be. Not that it mattered anyway. A gun was pretty intimidating too. The memory of staring into the mouth of Sax's revolver as she held it to his face was etched very clearly in his mind.
He missed that woman.
"Hey," Snake murmered when he - finally - caught up with the familiar blonde. "Been lookin' for you, where you goin'?"
--Shred your wings, little
Diana looked up, into his eyes. Strange eyes, the color of fire on the horizon. Her own widened and she looked away. Instinct taught her not to look things in the eyes; that was a challenge, a threat. Here she was throwing down the gauntlet for a duel she'd never win. Diana stepped back nervously, a stutter-step, head down.
If there was one thing she was terrible at concealing, it was fear. Awkwardness caused her to shuffle more, ears pinned steadfastly to her skull. No, she shouldn't be here. Yet she had to know. She had to understand the ways of this forest. His voice caused her head to jar upwards, too swift a motion for her. Dark eyes darted to his face once again. Why was she staring? Was she trying to memorize something, some clue or hint she'd found there?
The words he'd spoken processed in her mind ever so slowly. Finally, she realized he'd asked a question--and several seconds of silence had gone past. If she could blush, certainly she would be now. He had asked her why she'd run from him. Why had she run? Diana pawed the ground, shaking her head side-to-side, to buy herself time. She'd run because he looked strange, because he'd followed her. It was nothing more than instinct. So why ask her why she had run? Was that not normal around here? When faced with a terrifying stranger or even a burst of instinct, didn't they run?
Suddenly her white coat seemed too bright for this forest. It was too bright anywhere, really, yet she felt out of place. What if everything she knew was wrong here? Had she wandered into some strange place where everything was upside-down?
--Fell down the rabbit hole, Alice--
Diana dipped her head back down, fluttering her eyelids half shut. How could she say this simply? Once more, her voice was thick and her words jumbled.
"You scare me. I run."
Ephemereal Fear dripped from
Fear dripped from her like acid, burning in the air and leaving tell-tale smoke-signs wherever it vanished. The black-and-gold mask breathed it in eagerly, relishing the euphoria that came with knowing his effect on others. His eyes burned into hers and he saw golden sparks fly amongst the endless black that she used for sight, he felt ink seep into the sun for just a moment and then gone. She couldn't look him in the eye.
But something triggered a smooth, fluid motion from her when he spoke; her head lifted and she was silent after his question, wordless for longer than he had expected. After fidgeting, she finally answered, stood there as if waiting for him to leap, pounce, slaughter. That was not his intention, but it was certainly an intriguing possibility. How would she look with that pretty white throat stained with passion's crimson? Where would he take her life, and where would he let her body rest?
Would he change her position to something unsettling, or would he let her lie there as if asleep?
As she spoke, confirmed her fear, Dr. Whisper felt something familiar rise in his gut; the craving for murder, for that beautiful sense of freedom upon taking a life, the satisfaction upon returning to the scene and finding his creation being looked upon with fear, horror, and often, awe. He repressed it, as he usually repressed it until forced to snap, and very slowly tilted his horned head to the side.
"You run, I pursue," he reminded her, lips tugging upwards into a small smile, nowhere near as wide as they normally could have; his full grin would have been frightening, a mouth full of needle-like teeth, too wide, jaw opening too far. "You repeat, I repeat." A chuckle brought itself from his throat, deep as his voice. "What are you afraid of?"
Something had triggered in
Whatever that look was, it was something she didn't care to pin down.
--Little butterfly pinned to corkboard, shredded wings--
The doe snorted quietly. If she were to run, she would lose her opportunity. Did she even have one in the first place? Still, she had to try. Diana forced her own head up, her gaze falling somewhere on his chest. She wouldn't look up, wouldn't see those teeth--
The wolf is coming, little red riding hood. Run.
What was she afraid of? Nothing? Everything? Something had triggered her to run. Of course, he looked strange, but it was the way he moved. Something about his interest in her, the way he'd followed her whenever she came into his sight. Diana couldn't repress another shudder. This conversation was not going how she wanted at all. Nor did she have any idea how to redirect it. This world, this forest--it was too strange. How would she know what was right to say?
"...Death."
An easy answer. Her inability to speak hindered her from explaining further. Was she really afraid to die? Was that what surviving meant--being afraid of death? Diana winced and forced herself to move forward, towards him.
So the whole reason he'd followed her was simply because she ran? Fear trickled down her spine once more. In the forest, she wasn't even safe running. It only drew them in more. Even with his answer, still she didn't leave.
"But why?" she murmured, half to herself. Diana was speaking as quietly as he had.
Ephemereal Her body was
Her body was never still, and that in itself was enough to keep him interested in her. Perhaps his fascination with movement came from the fact that he was such a still creature himself; always slow and deliberate in his walk, powerful and strong in his charge. Perhaps he was drawn to things that were entirely unlike himself. Perhaps he liked to turn them into something they had not been before.
Death? Death! That brought a quiet laugh from him, sparkfly eyes firing up, amused as he stared at the white thing. Did she not realise what he was, what he had done? The pure creature moved forwards and he again he felt her fear, that powerful intoxicant; something he could feed upon. Something he understood was the fear of death; the abyss, the question of inferno or water, black or white, the unknown. Had he ever tasted Death? He had come so very close. Killing another was like killing oneself, in some ways.
Perhaps he liked that.
The white doe asked why and his mind flashed past hundreds of answers, hundreds of reasons to fear that inevitable ending. Slowly, Dr. Whisper's body lifted onto thick hooves, masked face tilted downwards to stare calmly down at the fragile creature. He felt, for a brief moment, like a king, like a God - but he was not that sickly thing called Eden, he had no foolish illusions. No, the power he wielded was not godlike - but it was real. He'd proved that, had he not? Endless corpses strung themselves across the nightsky of his mind and reminded him.
"Why indeed?" was his response, smirking again, though the white teeth did not show. "If it was quick, if it was painless - would you even know you'd gone?" His front hooves were upon the edge of the rock, head lowered to stare down at her, and he felt himself starting to grin. "But what reason have I to kill you, pious thing? Follow, yes, but kill? Not so easy, not so reckless." A rasp that could have been a laugh. "What would you be doing now, without fear?"
When he laughed, she visibly
When he moved, she nearly bolted. Instead, the white doe scrabbled backwards onto another rock, as if it would give her leverage. Well, if she had to...Of course she could simply leap off and gain a head start. She had no idea how fast he was; perhaps he was much slower. That would be a blessing.
When he began to speak again, Diana could barely focus through the haze of instinct screaming at her to run. Why was she fighting it? Why was she fighting to stay here? Maybe because she felt like he surely had the answers. The answer to why these deer had strange flat faces, why they followed her, why they acted so strangely and what she could do to blend in with them, he had to have that answer. Diana decided to play along, just like she always did. Playing along with their games meant you didn't get hurt.
Now if only she could ask the questions she needed to.
Diana realized she'd paused for awhile again. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on his questions. The white doe stared back at him, the brown hairs along her spine raising.
"No...You have no...reason. And you would...not know." Order your mind, she commanded to herself. Focus. He was grinning at her. Wasn't he? She was unfamiliar with how human lips moved. Something told her that expression was not a good thing. "Pious? What meaning has that? I am not afraid!" Even though she was completely aware of how frightened she looked. Well, might as well deny it 'til the end.
Faye's ears flicked forward
Ephemereal There was a
There was a certain appreciative look to Dr. Whisper as he watched the white thing skitter up onto a rock; he almost admired her for trying to repress that unholy terror, fight back against the very instincts that had kept her alive thus far. It was always intriguing to watch someone go against everything they had ever known whilst in his presence, always worth the wait to see how it turned out for them. So he watched her as she stood there, another odd pause. He could almost see the cogs turning her brain inside-out.
She denied her fears and he laughed again, still stood there like a proud urchin atop his rock. The stag made no comment upon this, however, staring her down with bright eyes and a small smirk. "Pious, good, pure." He lowered his head again, brief. "Like you, no? Aren't you pure?"
The grin widened. His jaws looked as if they might split.
"You're not tainted, are you?"
Keyblade
Her tone was polite, and he was almost amused by it. Without an invitation the scruffy-looking stag sat beside her, neither too close nor too far away - then again, he'd never had much of a sense for personal space with women.
"Keith. Pleasure's all mine." He sniffed, eyes darting here and there. "You come here often?" A chuckle.
She moved her head to watch
"A pleasure to meet you, Keith. And yes..." A slight but soft laugh escaped her. "I do come here quite often. It's my favorite spot in the forest."
Diana looked away first. She
There was that voice again. His was deep where hers was feminine. Diana was shaking her head again, slowly, trying to forget. "Pure?" The doe slipped as she stepped back too far, forgetting the edge. She landed hard on her side, crying out but quickly struggling to her feet. Nothing seemed particularly hurt. Diana fled backwards a few more steps, retreating further and further back from the dark stag.
"What you mean...pure? Tainted?"
--Fly faster little dove or you will fall--Fast, fast spiraling--
His jaws were growing wider, like a crocodile's. She wasn't going to get any answer from him. With a yelp, she turned around and fled, head lowered as she gained speed. Of course she was pure. Pure, pure, what sort of purity had he been implying?
Of course she was pure. Normal. Natural.
Just another doe, right?
He'd acted like he knew something about her. That was all that had shaken her. Black eyes darted around the area, scanning for something.
Just get away.
Of course.
Of course.
Nathaniel turned at the
He spread his long, thin arms out so as to greet the other man with a hug whenever he got within the correct distance of him. He probably looked a little bit stupid but Nathaniel didn’t really care what the people around thought of him. He was too busy enjoying the other things that he did. When the other got close enough to ask his question, Nate’s arms closed around the other in a friendly hug.
“Hey yourself, Snake,” Nathaniel answered in his purring voice; it was an automatic reaction. Nathaniel spoke in the flirtatious purr so much that he didn’t really talk in another way anymore unless something like surprise or irritation pushed him out of it and back closer to what his original voice was. “I was just on my way home…wanna come?” He asked.
Ha. I think I sort of have a
Mind if I jump in with deer!Tombur/Ramone? And if you wouldn't mind starting that would be lovely :'D
[ SSFDAF sorry I've been
Also, Momomnomnom - yeeeessss ¦: I'm actually stupidly excited for this HOHO hi <3 Ramone is SILLY but asdf so excited. ilu. ;A;
Keyblade Keith nodded and
Keith nodded and gave another short hum, head turning this way and that as he looked around at the scenery surrounding them. He could hear the frogs croaking, the koi splashing gently in the deeper waters. "Y'know, the uh..." What he meant was the Birch Forest, but Keith had never actually heard the proper term for it before, and as a result was forced to think of other ways to describe it. "It'd be warmer at the, uh..." An awkward pause. "You know, the bit with all the birch trees an' the tall grass an' all that. It's always warmer there."
Ephemereal
Pain was flaring through her, and he couldn't quite discern whether it was mainly physical or emotional; he guessed it was the latter, judging by the way she backed further and further away from him. He itched to draw closer, to be near, to touch and inspect; black goathooves were on the thinnest edge of the rock, so close to slipping and letting him fall from his throne; Adam in the paradise garden.
He was waiting for the perfect moment, waiting for her to spring away and let him follow the pure white thing - but then, the way she had reacted to his question of her purity...The stag was quite certain that this doe was not pious at all. Even her white fur was marred by a darker splash. Such things like these told him something. Dr. Whisper was an observant fellow.
The yelp was what gave it away - the second she moved he leapt from his pulpit, a charging goat-bull, grin vanishing from his half-masked face. Strong hooves hit the ground heavily and he was on the hunt, eyes fixed upon the fleeing figure. Her advantage was her speed, certainly, and although the bull was very fast himself due to his sheer strength, he also took much longer to accelerate than the lithe doe.
As long as he could keep his eyes on her, he could follow. As soon as she was out of his sight, she might be safe, so long as she didn't try anything foolish, such as hiding behind a rock or tree nearby. Such actions would never let a victim escape; Dr. Whisper was an intelligent creature, not so easily fooled by ridiculous hiding attempts.
His breathing was low and heavy as he pounded after her, dirt flying where his hooves tore it up, orange eyes burning with the desire to hunt, to pursue. She was fast, so fast - he willed himself to move quicker, to run faster, to charge, but it would take time, and Whisper seemed to have very little of that at the moment.
She was getting away from him.
But that was alright. He would either find her again, or she would come back in her own time. She wanted answers, he was sure of it, and she could not go much longer not knowing. How would she ever survive in this place without knowledge of it?
And who better to ask than the devil's candidate?
Faster. She might not get away. She might slip. Fall. Tumble. Broken butterfly.
Mick
Like the blonde man, the agent could not care less if anyone saw them; almost nobody knew him here, and even if they did, he still could not really think of a reason to give a single shit. Muscular arms pulled the blonde to him in an affectionate embrace, strong; he felt quite powerful in comparison to Nathaniel.
There was a familiar, purring voice almost at his ear and Snake drew back, hand clapping briefly against the other man's arm. Grey eyes studied Nate as he spoke again, and for a second he hesitated a little, wondering if it was a good idea to go to the man's home. What if Sax needed him and came looking for him? She'd never find the place - even Snake could never remember where it was, which was a bit of a disadvantage whenever he went looking for his friend.
Then again, Nate could usually be found somewhere other than his home.
"Sure," was his response after a few moments of thought, calloused hand scratching at the back of his neck briefly; a habit of his when he wasn't entirely comfortable. Generally speaking he was always not-entirely-comfortable, paranoid that the Initiative were watching him, afraid that he was going to get someone in trouble if they associated themselves with him.
He was pretty sure Nathaniel could handle himself.
"How far is it? I forget." Snake leaned heavily on his right leg, avoiding straining the left. "And, hell, how are ya? S'been a long while, sorry I ain't been around." A wry smile. "Stuff comes up sometimes."
Momomnomnom
[ YEAAAAAAH ♥ ]
All his life, he'd never been too sure about his feelings on rain. Sure, it was wet and it made the ground turn to muck and he was always spending forever grooming himself or whining at someone else to groom him after he ventured out in it, but it did have its good points. It smelled nice, the rain. And it was fun to watch. And it felt nice on his upturned face. The fish in the pond seemed to like it too, and Ramone was very fond of some of those fish. Not the koi, though, no. Everyone liked those. Ramone had his own special fish. And all of them had names.
But enough of that.
He was stood by the river, looking as if he didn't know quite what to do with himself, rain spitting down at him unkindly. Every so often he'd tilt his head up to the sky and stare up at it with his face half-screwed up because of the rain in his eyes, and then after a while he'd look back down at the river with a critical look on his face, judging it. His pale-cream pelt was ruffled and slightly dirty-looking because of the rain, black 'socks' half-coated in mud, white face and chest damp.
He looked a little bit miserable, really.
"I don't know..." Ramone muttered to himself with a sigh, looking up at the sky again, eyebrows pulled upwards. He did not know how to feel about the rain. It was making him feel disgusting, but it was so pretty.
The stag looked around himself somewhat nervously, unsure if anyone had heard him mumbling to himself.
[ there's no description of his antlers because I STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED THEM oUT MAN |8 all I know is that they're small and black lkfsdfjshdf ]
Darn right she was fast. The
However, fallow deer weren't as fast as other species, not over a long period of time. They could put on a good burst of speed, but that had to end. Diana was bound by her lack of muscles. Of course, she could run for as long time, but not at this speed. The pumping of her heart and the breathlessness in her lungs forced her to slow down. The leucistic doe dared to look behind her.
He was still there. Diana could smell him on the wind, see the faintest etching of his form in the distance. She gasped air, allowing herself a small pause. Maybe he would stop now. Was this as far as he would come for her? After all, he'd stopped before. Diana reflected that she hadn't even asked his name, nor he hers.
Did they honestly need to know each other's names? Diana would know him anywhere. The leucistic doe stumbled behind a large tree. Would this buy her time? She was unused to hiding. Healthy deer ran. Still, this seemed like a better course of action for now. Her heart was still pounding, as much from fear as running.
Maybe he wouldn't see her here.
--Torn spider silk, bruised dove, wings clipped--
[Bahaha, you're getting me
A small creature sat curled in the meager shelter under a tree, among some roots that formed the perfect little space. It was hardly dry, but no matter--her coat was already filthy from a previous tumble into a newly-formed pond between some hills. Damn rain. She never cared for it much. At least she could watch as others passed without being seen or bothered; the rain and mud had turned her already grey pelt into a mess that blended all too well with the storm-soaked woods. Hell, her single horn could even pass for a sharp forked twig. Only her pale face would really be discernible if it weren't mostly hidden behind an unruly mane.
She glanced back toward the young stag by the river, her neck slouching so badly that her chin nearly rested on the ground. He'd been there for some time and the entire time had looked positively baffled. Her eyebrow raised in mild amusement as she watched him mutter to himself again, and this time decided to make herself known. Just to see what he would do.
"What don' you know?" she called out, failing to hide the slight laugh in her voice. Her dark legs tensed in preparation to stand or run. But just in case.
[Awww s'okay <3]
Faye listened and a light
Nathaniel snorted at the
“My apartment building’s pretty far…” Nathaniel began, “I was planning on just warping a door so that I could get home quicker. I probably did that last time…that might be why you can’t remember where it is. Although…I was thinking of heading to my Tower, and that just can’t be reached from Earth…which would prefer. The shitty apartment we were in last time or my actual home?”
The Tower of a Raelin was a strange place. It was generally inherited from his or her parents, although some Raelin did construct their own if they had the inclination. A Tower was always originally a building on Raelinius, although it did not have to be a literal Tower – Nathaniel’s was, but it was old. The Sarel family had held onto it for the better part of three million years…or so he was told. He had never really investigated it. After he had fled Raelinius, Nathaniel had continuously used his power to modify it to withstand existing outside of normal space-time and also retain its unique magics. The Tower had the ability to rearrange internally in order to suit the needs of the Raelin occupying it, and also had the ability to recharge his or her power if depleted by overuse. That function in particular had been helpful in his run from his home. Moving the Tower itself took huge quantities of his power and that tired him out greatly. He had since made a few modifications that made it easier to move but it was still a tremendous effort on his part.
“Yeah, I get it,” Nathaniel answered his latter question, “I’ve been alright. Missed your company of course.” Always the flirtatious charmer, Nathaniel was. His latter sentence spoken in a tone that made “company” sound very dirty indeed and then made “of course” sound so obvious…but it wasn’t particularly intentional. Nathaniel wouldn’t turn down the other man if he made the offer, but he also wasn’t interested enough to really go after him. It was rare of course that he would go after someone. After being alive for such a long time, the thrill of the chase did start to wear off.
[ HI GUYS sorry sdklfhsdf I
Ephemeral
The leucistic doe was slowing down and he knew it, knew she could never keep that speed up for too long. She was still very far away, however, in the distance, and his interest waned for a few moments. Was it worth it, running after her now? He wasn't sure, even as he continued to run after her, orange eyes burning behind that black-and-gold mask. His stamina was greater than hers, so long as he kept his pace steady, even, neither too fast nor too slow...
He was getting closer to her, that white pelt growing more vivid, brighter, more beautiful with every pounding hoofbeat--
--and then she was gone, but Dr. Whisper did not stop. He slowed to a trot, stopping only when he had reached the area she'd disappeared from. A chuckle; she was still here, trying the tactic that so many countless others had tried and failed. His ears pricked, listening intently, body very still.
"I don't know why you bother running, pious thing."
He chuckled again.
"I'll only find you again."
Hellfire eyes stared straight at the tree she was hidden behind.
Momnom
His reaction was comical; the stag jerked and jumped back, head twisting this way and that to see where the noise had come from - who had been watching him? Nervous eyes swept his surroundings, passing over grass, dirt, a sharp stick jutting out--wait, that wasn't a stick. That was an antler. A horn. Ramone's eyes widened as he realised there was someone there, and that someone was the someone that had spoken, the someone that had been watching him talk to himself for some time now.
This was embarrassing.
Black hooves carried him closer, ears drooping either side of his head, upset at feeling so humiliated. "I was--just--I was just wondering about the rain--" But he cut off, startled as he realised that this creature looked...a bit of a mess. A short laugh escaped him and suddenly Ramone felt much better, lowering his head to peer at the stranger, starting to grin.
"Is there a face under all that?" He teased, black-tipped ears pricking up, tail doing the same.
Keyblade
The birch forest? Well that was obvious! He felt like an idiot now for not guessing what the hell it was called before. Keith nodded, rising as she did, tail flicking a few times. "Sure, sounds alright," he agreed, finding his way of speaking to be much more informal than the doe's. "Birch forest, that was an easy one..." A snort. "Haven't been here long, see."
Mick
[ THIS FEELS....oUT oF DATE I GUESS /derp ]
T'is a bit...-snort-.
Her head lifted from its
"Hmph," she snorted. "O' course therrre is." She ignored the way her voice rolled the r in 'there' a bit too much--her accent always got thicker when she was annoyed--and jerked her head aside to get the hair out of her face. Said face was petite, with an upturned nose, small lips, and pointed chin. A large mint-green eye stared up at the stag while the other eye remained hidden. "There. Convinced?" With a small sigh Tombur dipped her chin and let the forelock fall over her face once more.
"So wha' about you?" May as well try to start some sort of introduction, now that she was actually speaking to another deer for once. "Wha's your name?"
Though I may not be the best
If it isn't a bother to you I would love to rp my little Anil interacting with your Keith.
Though it would be best if you start because I tend to suck at starting in any form of rp.Also how about a mixture of human and deer. If not I would prefur just deer.
Just thought I'd tell you I
[ HI GUYS sorry this has
Keyblade; that's fiiiine C8 ♥
Kit; HEY MAN ♥ that's fine with me 8D Before I jump ahead and start, though, I'd love to know what you mean by a mix of human and deer, if you could explain that? ]
Nom
He hadn't meant to upset her, and briefly the stag's eyebrows pulled upwards in apology. He tilted his head again just as she jerked hers, and peered at her curiously, studying. The doe's rolling 'rrr' stuck in his head and replayed like an old record, but he didn't mind too much. The way she spoke was kind of fascinating, really, wasn't it?
She was pretty, though, that was for sure. Briefly Ramone found himself admiring the one eye that he could see, until it was blocked by hair again. "Convinced," he nodded, and shifted, fidgeting, unable to stand still for very long.
His name? Ramone realised he was simply staring blankly at her face and blinked, shaking his head briefly.
"Er--Ramone, I suppose. What's yours?" He questioned, ears pricking again. "Can I sit down?"
[Well I was thinking that
Well after a while Anil will most likely fall asleep(Wake up) do his usual stuff but he goes down the street to pick up a few things. While walking along he sees a familiar face, aka Keith. So Anil might be all.. wtf..how do I know this person.
Almost like an Alice and Wonderland theme in my mind. I can't compleatly explain everything. So if this is confusing we can just rp them interacting in the forest. ]
[ I THINK I GET IT so you
Exactly.. I can't simplify
I can't simplify things.
Then you just did.
And it is like-whoa...
Bit hyper.. <.<']
She could hear him. Diana
Her large ears rotated, following his movements. First, he stopped. He was so silent--she marveled at it. Was he keeping still? Still as a statue, that one. Diana's eyes opened. He was certainly staring at her. Certainly, he knew where she was. How could he not? After all, she'd only hid to buy herself a bit of time, a moment of peace.
While he wasn't moving, she would use it. A thought occurred to her--a risky, daring thought. Still, if it worked, it would buy her a few extra seconds. If she could confuse him... Or she could simply turn around and run. Of course, that would be much safer.
Diana was not a risk taker. Putting on a burst of speed, she turned around, running off in front of him. Surely she would be safe if she could only keep outrunning him. Diana would pace herself, outlast the overlarge stag. Nobody would catch her.
"Good," was her curt reply.
Ramone, eh? A nice name. "I'm Tumble." Of course, her name was Tombur...the doe pursed her lips. It probably sounded so funny everyone else, the way she pronounced her own name. She glanced up at Ramone's next question. That same large eye peered through her forelock at him, half-hidden. He wanted to sit? He seemed nice enough; Tombur would almost feel bad for turning him away. "Er, fine. C'mon, get yourself out of the rain, y'know?" Her tufted, matted tail tucked closer to her body so as not to be in the way. She looked away and allowed herself to slouch again, but only slightly this time. No feeling totally at ease around this stranger, not yet.
Swiveling her ears about, she
Predators. Anything. She was wary of many different things. Timid towards such.
"Great. And don't worry at all about it. When I arrived here I was lucky enough to get a tour of most of the forest. Learning the names and such."
She took a few steps forward, tucking her tail beck down and pointing her ears forward, eyes searching though she seemed to have a relaxed posture. It was nice to have a friend to talk to and walk around with at the moment, since no one seemed to be around.
[ GUYS I'm so sorry this has
Kit
It was funny; he couldn't remember what he'd been doing in his human life before passing out and waking in this realm of mythical deer. Unlikely that he'd have been taking drugs or drinking, it had been early in the morning, if he remembered correctly. Too early for such shenanigans. But he was in the forest now, he supposed; might as well treasure the precious hours spent in safety, where his real life couldn't get him, couldn't sink its claws in.
He rose from the graveyard and avoided the poppy patches where he knew mourning deer would still be gathering; Keith had no place there. The stag put a spring in his step - though he already moved as if he was drunk, no different from his human self - as he headed for the river, feeling fairly thirsty. Briefly he wondered who he might run into - there was always someone, after all, someone new to meet. Keith just hoped they'd be friendly.
For once, he wasn't in the mood for a fight.
It was as he approached the pond and lowered his head to take a drink that he realised there was, indeed, someone or something nearby. The stag - no bigger than a large dog at best - didn't raise his head, but tufted ears lifted, amber eyes swivelling to try and look at whoever was looking at him.
"Uh."
Ephemeral
This game of chase was getting tiring, and Dr. Whisper knew now that if he caught her whilst she was running he would end up causing her great harm. In his mind he saw his muscular form crash into hers; he'd throw his antlers underneath her, send her fragile body soaring through the air, landing in a heap against a tree and then, then he would--
--she was getting further away, and he could hear the sound of running water, could see the bright white of marble statues on a hill up ahead. Rage curled and simmered in his stomach; how dare she run here? Here, to Eden's domain? A sudden sick thought occurred to him. Had Eden sent her to torture him? Torment him? Tease him? It wouldn't have surprised the masked stag in the slightest.
A low, rumbling growl escaped the stag and he slowed himself to a trot, despite the white doe still being in his line of sight. His eyes burned into her back as he stopped himself altogether, heavy sigh coming from between thin lips. She would come back eventually. The Id had answers, after all, didn't he? He liked to think so.
So, he imagined, did she.
The pond glittered mockingly at him from afar. Dr. Whisper turned, strong legs carrying him back the way they had come, to his kingdom of rocks.
Mom
Tumble...? What a strange name. He decided not to repeat it, just incase he'd misheard. Really, who would call their offspring 'Tumble'? He didn't understand half of the names other deer seemed to have. Ramone offered a half-smile before sitting down beside the creature, ears pricked upwards as he watched her curiously, fairly obvious about it.
"Cheers." He shifted slightly, and would have liked to snuggle up to the doe, but even someone as obnoxious as Ramone could tell that he'd be swiftly rejected. And possibly gored, which he wouldn't have appreciated at all. So the stag stayed where he was, keeping a little distance between them, tail flicking every so often.
"So uhm...were you born here? You don't look like a normal deer. No offence, I mean you're lovely-looking and all, just not...exactly cervine."
Keyblade
Keith was by her side, eyes flicking here and there, though not because he was wary - just curious, forever intrigued by the mythical place. "You seem nervous," he observed, glancing at the honey-splashed doe, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smile. "You alright? I'm not gonna jump you, love, do I look like I could hurt you?" He was of course referring to his scrawny, small build and lack of antlers, though Keith usually never made comment on them. Those, and the scars on his rump, were things he didn't like being pointed out - but he was willing, for once, to make a joke of it for the doe's sake.
I.refuse.to.quit. BI Nuh.
A light quivering shook the cattails that surrounded the pond like a wall itself. From inside the twisted, tall shoots, of the plants two differnt colored eyes seemed to watch the stag. The creature didn't appear afraid, nor did it seem like it was ready to jump out.
As usual Anil was playing some sort of game that no one seemed to understand. To him this was like a 'one person' hide and seek game. Though to others it was stalking.Clearly he was stalking.
He was waiting to see if he would be noticed,and sure enough the stags eyes scanned over him. Not knowing whether or not he was actually spotted the fawn went ahead and popped his head out. Followed by a rather loud giggle snort that stopped abruptly but kept the grin.
" Heh heh, Hiya! You found me~"
This fawn appeared to be a mess. His hair was all over the place and hung over his face in waves. Twigs stuck out in some places and a few tuffs of grass clung to him. It has been appearent that he was laying there for some time and the grass around him had been flattened out into a bed.
[Herp-der. I havn't actually planned out how he reacts to others so.. most of my posts shall be derped.]
[Not a problem, Dannii. c: ;;
Yet, she heard him stop. His heavy hoofbeats paused far down the hill. Diana's eyes opened a crack. Yes, he wasn't chasing her up here. The magic of these statues had saved her from certain death. Gratefully, she laid her head on the cool stone, listening as the stag retreated.
Today, she was lucky.
(Nuuuu I'm not gonna quit. c:
A small smile passed over Tombur's lips when he kept his distance. She appreciated his sense not to invade her bubble and nodded slightly in approval, and the thought crossed her mind that he was smarter than he seemed. Not that he seemed unintelligent, but...ah well. She couldn't quite place it. Foolish, perhaps?
She glanced back toward him. 'Lovely'?! The doe snorted in a failed attempt to hider her amusement. 'Lovely' indeed. "Nah, I'm not from here." She shook her head and the beads and trinkets in her mane clinked together softly. "You've probably never heard of where I was born. It was a long time ago, and a long way off. And were you born here?" Tombur had heard of those who had somehow found their way here from the world of humans, and other places. The forest natives seemed to be in the minority, but what did she know.
Right. More up to date
The bar was a decent one, it was reasonably close to where he lived as well which made Nathaniel more inclined to come into it when he wasn't particularly seeking company. He nursed a good Scotch. It was rarer for him to drink that rather than something Vodka based since in general he did prefer the taste, but there were times when his mood simply called for something different - usually either Scotch or Gin. Cissnei loved it when he drank Gin, he got more guilty and repentant. Usually if he got very drunk on it, he'd let her hurt him and he wouddn't even care because he'd feel like he deserved it. The drunk he got from Scotch wasn't the same - in fact it didn't even really look drunk at all. He didn't change very much. That was why it was rare for him to drink it. He didn't get the buzz or the low. He got nothing at all, but sometimes that was simply what was needed. He'd get a dreamless sleep out of it.
Shorter than a normal one, but meh.
"I'm not nervous. It's just