And who are you.

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Shaking his great head as he stepped through the shadows, evading sunlight, the deer lay down.

It was not long before he garnered attention, a duo approaching, and easily he stood, backing away, the green heart on his tines pulsating in agitation.

it was a while before they left, leaving the surgeon to bask in his darkness once more.
His steele-cold eyes drooping.

His ears pricked then, looking up at the sight of a smaller being.

He stood.

it sat.

He paused.

He sat.

And it merely watched, his heart in his tines slowing lazily.

At long last Vilnius lifted his head, slates of dried gore breaking off and falling to the ground.

"Who are you?"
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Amazon, perhaps? Or..?

Amazon, perhaps? Or..?

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It looked like Amazon's

It looked like Amazon's picto, I just hate making assumptions with fawns.
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It's Amazon. Kaoori's

It's Amazon.
Kaoori's lurking nearby. I wouldn't try anything with Amazon. Kaoori will be taking HIS heart. Eye
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It is! (:

It is! (:

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Kaoori; I saw her, I

Kaoori; I saw her, I recognised you so I thought it might be.

What a shame. I find this one....interesting

Amazon;

Brave, fawn you are.
Does the sight of so much life fluid, pulsing hearts, not scare you?

To lack fear of such things.

makes for a good surgeon.

Little assistant.
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Really? You really think


Really?

You really think so?

It's just that—well—it reminds me...

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I suggest you watch how you

I suggest you watch how you act around Amazon. And do not lay a hoof-- a fur on her. I am watching you. And you do not want to incur the wrath of a mother.
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But—!


But—!

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Many things remind many

Many things remind many people. of many other small things.
my eyes may oft' be covered in blood.
But my ears are open.

Speak little assistant.


Kaoori;

You should control your temper.
Bad things happen when you, develope, a temper.

is she your child?
I have seen firsthand, what children can do.

"Lizzie Borden took an axe And gave her father 40 whacks When she saw what she had done She gave her mother 41"
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You—smell... I mean— The


You—smell...

I mean—

The smell—it's the same!

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This scent The deer inhaled

This scent
The deer inhaled deeply, a rough grating laugh escaping him.
I smell of gore and broken dreams
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But it's not a bad


But it's not a bad thing!

... they're just bein' mean!


I didn't forget what you told me, see!

I'm gonna be strong like you said!


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Oh? The world is a mean

Oh?

The world is a mean place little assistant.

So many broken hearts.

That is why I take them, you see, I'm protecting them.
We wouldn't want them to break, would we?
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You're protecting them? Can


You're protecting them?

Can I help you?

Is that a heart?

Can I touch it?

I've never seen a heart before!

... d'you think I have one?


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Yes, these are hearts. do

Yes, these are hearts.

do you have a heart.
Don't we all.

it is what flutters in our chests constantly.

I can hear yours now.

Would you like a heart to protect?

I'll make you a deal.

My heart for yours


The deer smiled slowly, the green heart upon his tines pulsating as evenly as ever.

You can take mine.

But in return.

You will become my assistant.

and you will give me your heart.

we cannot be greedy, can we, little assistant?
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Things began to die. All

Things began to die.

All the pretty flowers beneath his hooves withered and shriveled. Little stars clattered about in his tines, flickering and bright.

The fires in his skull stoked and out of that maw came the curls of smoke and sparks flying about.

It took something so huge to blot out something so small; a formidable fortress situated itself behind the fawn. That, and nothing more.


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The Surgeon turned his

The Surgeon turned his head.
Beneath his breath he cursed.

With his heart still firmly within his own tines, he could not fight, for fear of losing it.

Glancing at the fawn once more, he ran.
Lungs heaving as he assured his distance turning to watch once more from the shadows.

I can't hear it easily.

is it even there.

Your heart.

Who are you.

Why does yours not beat strong and loud.

yet you still walk.

and live.


He shook himself.

You think I would kill her?

I don't kill.

My deal is fair.

is it not?


his dark eyes gleamed, taking a small step to avoid the sunlight.

Do not think I don't see the stars set so easily upon your own antlers.

We are both surgeons.

Collecters.

you of the earth.

and I, of the body.
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I warned you, stay away from

I warned you, stay away from her.
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I deal with you for her, and

I deal with you for her, and no other reason.

Do not think I would hesitate to take the thrumming organ within your chest if it were not so.

Had she warned me off herself, I would nei' have followed.
I have better things to do, than follow those who wish me not to follow them.
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Wild eyes. But I


Wild eyes.


But I need...


—B-Bylah!

You're not—!


The words came too late.

Only silence remained.

Silence—

And Bylah.


Now a shadow:

Kaoori.


My heart?


But a whisper.

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When the Beast laughs, it is

When the Beast laughs, it is wet silk drug across a slate. It is glorious and horrible, all at once.

Drip.
Dripdrop.

"You know nothing of me - I am neither collector nor surgeon," he murmurs; in his mouth, three tongues curl and slither, vipers rushing from their dens.

"You have dealt with mine Pandora..now? You shall deal with me." He steps around the fawn, heat pouring off him lazily, mid-day summer sun. "Your offer is fair, but you have made an error in your assumptions. She thought you were I - and this is obviously untrue.." Pointed out, while his gait angled in; the smooth of his side, slick with the offal, the rot, the ooze of discontent smeared against the fawn.

"This is mine Amazon, mine small warrior," He said and like only a skull can do, he smiles.

"Find yourself another assistant."


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There is no fear in the

There is no fear in the surgeon's eyes at the sight.

Too many years spent digging organs and flesh from the bodies of humans and animals alike, and no longer does the smell nor sight of gore disgust him.

Turning his amaranthine eyes upon the fawn once more his body shifted, slates of blood loosening upon his fur.

Silently he dipped his head, one of the many small beating hearts set upon his antlers sliding to the ground with a sickening sound.

"I have neither strength nor reason, to fight so many" grating voice, steele being cut.

"I shall not seek you out again, little one"

His own heart continued too ooze, slower now with a calming heartbeat.

"sit not before the cinders, if you wish not to be burned"

Turning, easily.

"no, I shall leave you."

"but do not think you will be so easily forgotten"

"if you seek me out again"