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However one tried to hide, sadness, displeasure and unhappiness were emotions Hamsa seemed to be able to smell. He had spied the massive stranger from a distance, and had happily poked his brother about it. That one, that one needed their help. And Hamsa would provide.
”Hello!” The black-and-white figure said as he stepped from the other side of the tree Nikhil had stopped at. He kept some form of a distance though, large stags could be unpredictable. And he was all but a fighter. ”I am sorry to disrupt! But your sad form, it is hard to miss, and it saddens me. You see, I am a creature in existence to make others happy!” He explained as he bowed down in front of the stag. ”My name is Hamsa. I am a wish fulfiller. Together with my brother, we help anyone in this forest who needs it.” His expression held a wide, honest smile. Even with the small teeth poking out from the bottom of his jaw. He always hoped he could be charming enough before his ugly brother would rear his head behind him, and scare the potential wisher off. ”So.” Eyes locked with the stranger. ”Can we help you fulfill your wish, and clear your sadness?”

Sitra had, after some prodding by his sibling, followed behind to see the large stag. It was certainly a sorry sight, he thought with a sneer; both pleased and annoyed that his twin had once again been right. Trailing behind, Sitra rolled his eyes at Hamsa’s pompous speech. Always the same, it seemed, the blabber about making others happy. The pale twin himself was interested in potential wishers for much different reasons.

He did not bow like Hamsa, merely gave a slight nod of his head and a raised eyebrow. At the stranger’s question, he took a step forward, clearing his throat mildly. “We can indeed do anything,” he said, voice smooth like honey, the disdainful expression gone from his face as if it was never there. “Whatever your heart might desire.” He hesitated slightly, as if almost regretting his next words. “Of course, nothing is free. We need… something as payment, but don’t you worry, it’s just to, ah, keep the balance, you see.” A tilt of his head, a nice smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You do seem distressed,” he went on, cold gaze flickering towards the stag’s hunched posture. “Whatever your unhappiness is - family problems, sickness or injury, something you want… or maybe jealousy? - rest assured, we can be of service.”

"I'm Nikhil," the stag added as an afterthought, just as his face turned and he took note of the other sibling, who had now caught up. This one had an air that was something akin to contempt, and the aura he gave off was not nearly as reassuring as his brother. Nikhil shifted slightly as he regarded him, watched his voice drip from his maw, slick with charisma. He wondered, for a brief moment, just what he had gotten himself into. The stag didn't dwell on it for long, however, for he was far too interested in the benefits. He'd never been the best at acknowledging consequences. Payment seemed hardly impactful at this point; he'd give a lot to prove himself to his own brother.

Besides, Hamsa made payment sound like a good thing. He returned their smiles.

At the question, he hesitated before speaking. "My family and I--we all have magic. But mine... it's not like theirs," he explained slowly. "I can't use it. I can't reach it. Not the way they can, no matter what anyone teaches me." Nikhil paused, his gaze flickering between the two of them. "I don't care what the cost is," he added, almost desperately. "I just want to be able to do what my family can."

”Oh, that does sound dreadful. I’m very glad to be equal to my brother, this way there is no jealousy. I can only imagine what it is like not being equal to family.” And it did seem awful. Not that Hamsa found himself especially equal.
”I sense strong magic in you. Dark, but, beautiful as well.” The white faced twin mused as he observed Nikhil, walking in a circle around him. ”Just out of your reach. It’s a shame, it definitely has potentional. Potentional to help you, others. Useful, surely.” Oh he would want this magic alright. How would he survive without? The smaller twin nodded as he stopped besides his taller brother, giving a glance up to his expression. Of course his thoughts were already spinning, but where Hamsa did not know. He could guess, of course. He had been with his brother long enough to know his thought process. If anything Sitra got the more creative half of their job.

And surely his brother took his task seriously and well. Blood clawing out, that sounded nice. Hamsa didn’t show it on his face, but his mind went where to make this sound better. ”Pain is but a necessary evil for you to be able to help those you love, and yourself of course. I hope you understand we only do this to keep the balance, otherwise we could never help anyone with their wishes.” His voice sounded a bit melancholy, the idea of not being able to help apparently being a rough one on Hamsa. ”I will open up your magic to you, to it’s full potentional, if you accept this.. Price, so to speak. A necessary pain.”

"It's not rivalry," he snapped quickly, his head wheeling to face Sitra. The urgency of the word's was more so to assure himself than anybody else, however. He calmed relatively fast as he continued to listen. As Sitra spoke of an agreement, he inhaled and a nod began to shake his skull. He turned as Hamsa began to walk circles around him, speaking so flatteringly of his magic. "I... really?" Nikhil asked, his voice breaking mid sentence. At the thought of helping others with it, he seemed to beam. He felt somewhat surrounded at Hamsa rounded him, but the feeling did not openly occur to the stag. He was too blinded by excitement.

As Sitra elaborated on his price, magic for pain and blood, he frowned. It sounded... bad. But in his enthusiasm, his thinking began to blur, and he seemed to have little regard for the level of the consequences. "I'll do it," the stag said quickly, straightening as he regarded them both. "I'll accept. Please, just," he turned toward Hamsa, his eyes widening slightly and his ears falling back against his skull. "Help me."

Sitra stood beside them, watching with narrowed eyes and a hungry expression. When Hamsa started, he began his own ritual; less visible than his twin's but none the less important. Drawing up his own energy, and with a single old word, he placed the new restrictions on the magic Hamsa had unleashed. The price paid would replenish his reserves and fill him with new energy. It was as always a good feeling, especially with a hefty wish like this one and the equally large price paid.

Nikhil would probably feel the new barriers like a small pain spike in his chest, but it would quickly fade; perhaps leave a faint soreness behind, but that too would disappear over time. Unless, of course, the stag decided to test his newly freed magic as soon as they bid him goodbye.

With an flourishing bow, Sitra finished his work. "There," he said, and his voice had lost all sympathy and charisma, now sounding cold and hard and satisfied instead. "The deal is concluded: Your magic is now free, and in return, your pain and your bloodshed, every time you use it."

Tracking~ (can I just mention that this two are awesome? c:)

Don't mind mee, have to watch this and read these poor character's sufferings ♥

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Too much of a kiddo for that 'resting' nonsense.

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Autumn tinged the forest's outlines. Green slowly blended into gold and red edges, and the earth had begun to cool. Between the onset of fall came stiflingly hot days, the vestiges of summer fighting hard to stay alive. Cicadas warbled in the canopy now, and it was one such day where waves of heat danced over the sunspots in the birch.

Here, the striped doe crunched idly at dry grass, sweetened by the summer's sun. She assumed herself to be alone and well hidden among the tall scrub, camouflaged by her stripes. It wasn't as if she had anything to worry about. Most predators balked upon the sight of her tines.

The sound of nearby steps still caused her to raise her head, ears pricking forward. She had not been expecting company.

A couple steps behind the stocky, dark one, there was a much more slender figure, an almost complete opposite. Pale fur, taller, leaner, more sinewy; it was the brother in question. Sauntering after his twin, he had spotted the figure in the grass quickly, but he wasn't as keen on making aquaintances as his sibling, rather keeping quiet and observing first. He did sit down beside Hamsa though, giving a curt nod to the doe, gaze lingering before his expression turned disinterested and he turned to watch the surroundings instead.

"Oh yes, isn't it?" he drawled, rolling his eyes at Hamsa's conversation opener. At least it was still warm. Cold wasn't high on his list of enjoyable things, and it seemed like this forest - as most others - was heading into the cold season, one day at a time.

He was pleased she seemed to take so well to his arrival immediatly. His smile reflected that. “Oh of being a fawn? You carry childhood memories with autumn? I do think it’s lovely, I don’t do very well in heat so the cooling down of this forest is of great joy to me.” He blabbered on. As if someone had undone the tape that was usually over his mouth. For a moment he glanced at her chewing the grass and considered it himself. He came back from that one quickly though. Eating grass!? Regardless of how his form was now, it’d still be a while until anyone caught him doing that.

Her response to his brother was obvious, and in Hamsa’s eyes not undeserving. He didn’t look half as charming as Hamsa himself. “Oh we are fairly new in this area. But it’s much needed that’s for sure. My name is Hamsa, and this is my brother Sitra Achra.” He nodded towards the skinnier figure next to him. ”And yourself, fair lady?” It would only be fair to share names, of course.

The Knight seemed to possess considerable patience. There were those in the forest who would swiftly grow tired of idle blather, but she sat and listened with both ears as the buck prattled on. Occasionally, a glance went to the white stag, mostly to see what he was doing. She seemed satisfied by his almost statuesque appearance, then turned her attention to the black buck.

"The heat is not so bad. After lonesome winters, you come to appreciate even sunburn." Ryff shook a fly from her withers, pinning her ears in annoyance. "The bugs are worse, you will find. They know that winter is coming, and they will try to gorge themselves on blood, those that do. I wonder if the forest would suffer without such pests."

She nodded slightly as Hamsa gave up their names. They fit well enough, she decided. "I am Ryff. It is my pleasure to meet you both."

Smirking at Sitra's apparent indignation, she shifted her weight a bit more to her right side and stretched her hind legs out in front of her. The doe had relaxed considerably since their approach, confident in their apparent harmlessness despite the white's vitriol. There were far worse things in the forest that she could encounter.

"I've been here for a time. If you are lost, I'd gladly show you to what you're looking for." She raised a hoof to her ear and scratched quickly. It seemed like everyone had been soothed by the location. A group of birds chattered in the birches overhead while the grasses rustled, and the sand between them was dappled by sunlight. "Yes. I very much like it here. Most others stay about the pond and the First Forest, so it is quiet here. Especially this time of year. It's awfully hot."

Some time elapsed between these words and the next. She was peaceful now, appreciating the birds and the sounds of stags bugling and scraping trees in the distance. The doe did not envy those that had to rub the velvet from their antlers. Still, she put her tines to the nearest tree and responded to the distant scrape with one of her own, this time gouging a deep trough into the bottom of the old tree. She pursed her lips at the curl of wood that fell from her antler.

"Mmm... perhaps you should be careful out there. The rut will be upon us soon. Things get ridiculous around this place for the uninitiated. But perhaps you already knew that." Ryff lifted her head a little, observing them. Their otherworldly appearance led her believe that they, like many others, had never heard of such things. But perhaps they were masters of the event. Who knew? "It won't be for a while yet, I suppose, but in the next month expect many cranky bucks."

“Eh, it’s, it’s alright I guess. I’m definitely more for cold though. It’s easier to dress yourself warm than it is to try and dress down. Can’t go further than naked.” Hm. He hadn’t given it much thought yet but, they were in a deer world now. He couldn’t really dress up much, though he had seen some deer with cloaks. Maybe he’d fetch one somewhere. “The bugs?” The dark buck questioned, looking at her curiously. His ears drooping further when she explained what they did. “Oh. Uhm. That doesn’t sound too good.” Ew. If he could’ve gone paler he would’ve.

”Ryff.” Hamsa repeated. ”That is a nice name. Nice to meet you as well.” He smiled his usual gentle smile again in reply.

At Sitra’s snarky response, Hamsa frowned. Imitating him by pulling a face. Mister grumpy pants.

”The forest seems pretty small once you’ve gone through it a few times. Bit odd too that it loops. It’s kind of like, a tiny, tiny planet. It’s better than the void regardless.” He was still not too happy about it all though. But maybe he’d get used to it. ”Yeah, definitely calmer here I agree.”

Hamsa glanced at his brother then, wondering if he had annoyed him to death yet. If starting about wishes was even a good plan at this time. Maybe he didn’t need to anyway. They seemed nice, didn’t seem bothered. Perhaps his existence was confirmed enough with just a chat too. He’d get antsy though. But maybe the dark stag could surpress that for now.

”The rut?” Another question. That was a deer thing, right? ”Is that like breeding season? I suppose animals have that here too then..” Without really thinking about his words. ”I’m sure we’ll be okay. I hope. I suppose I don’t have that many friends to fight about.” What would a cranky buck want from him? Definitely not kids. And there wasn’t really any female he would have to protect for whatever reason. ”Sounds interesting though, maybe fun to watch.” Maybe good drama. Maybe good wish opportunity. All those stags wanting to be stronger, to have bigger antlers.. Or maybe the does even, to be more attractive. Those were common wishes.