I know that we RP daily, so this is probably directed at most everyone else, but if you'd like to work with some of our characters here, we can do that, too. Just let me know; although, I'm terrible at starting these things.

I'll end up coming up with something for this, this will be a bit of a track until I can find muse to do a long post.

You are more than welcome to hit me up wherever you see me, granted I am not as active on here as I used to be your best chances of catching me are either on MSN or Skype *nods* But I'm open for most RPs if you wish to hit me up ^^

okay for everyone.

and oo, sounds good Zergy! Let both of us know. x)

I know none of my chars have ever interacted with yours, but I'd love to rp if you wanted me to c': I haven't had one in agesssss

Cool :'D
In that case, could maybe my Bartleby meet Kaoori? I've always wanted to have someone interact with her but... I'm shy :'I And should I start or you?

Also as a heads up my responses might be a little late for some while ;;

((fuuureally? ;; I'm so flattered. Honestly. Alright, let me whip something nice up~))

The Ruins were often a site that most deer tended to give a wide berth. The majority of the beasts, being as superstitious as they were often found it unsettling to their tastes. They saw nothing but a crumbled architecture that only he and a handful of others knew the origins of. Of course, they were right to assume that spirits and ghouls 'haunted' the vicinity. They were harmless things though, nothing more than specters. And even then, such abnormalities were rarely sighted.

Still, Bartleby didn't complain. He quite enjoyed the environment. Especially when doused in fog, as it only assured the loneliness of the dismal place.

His metallic hooves clicked gently across the cracked tile flooring, their gleaming surfaces shining from the exposure of fire upon his candles. They flickered gently, betraying the obvious ease that the little grey buck felt. His sleepy eyes seemed to droop, lids half-closed in drowsy contentment.

"Jaar en datum weg te krassen..." he sang under his breath, strolling round and round the little parapets with a drugged smile on his muzzle. His voice was delicate, soft, small... much like his own frail appearance.

Voor als we komen te gaan..." he spoke in a language that, while not his own, was certainly unknown to ever other beast that inhabited such an enclosed space. His voice had quivered near the ending note, and he dipped his muzzle down to rub the coarse fur upon his chest, as if it hurt.

Sighing, he looked about and picked a grave at random, shaking as he folded his legs down to sit next to it. Shivering.

(I'm taking long too :'I No worries~)


Her voice was met with a sharp flinch and slow turn of the head to focus upon its source. Olive eyes squinted as large, spoon-like ears swiveled about in little circles to catch any external noise. The candles that were so melded to the buck's antlers seemed to brighten, emulating his surprise as they illuminated his pale grey muzzle.

For a long while he said nothing, choosing instead to outright stare at the little doe in question. Perhaps the gesture would be interpreted as rude, but it him it was merely an observation. If anything else he had hoped that she hadn't heard him some minutes earlier... how embarrassing.

He shifted his position upon her inquiry, his front legs crossing int front of himself in a most dainty manner, exposing his pretty golden hooves. His head was held high, offering a professional posture despite the dull thudding in his chest. "I'm well." he merely replied, politely, though with a tinge of a stubborn aftertaste. "Ah... you your darker pelt camouflages you quite well in this fog... I apologize for not noticing you sooner..." he dipped his muzzle in a stiff greeting. His voice was soft, tinged with an accent that most forest inhabitants would probably be able to identify themselves. The fog acted as a buffer against it, forcing him to speak up as to avoid being muffled away.

A small gust of wind ruffled his wiry coat, causing for the taut skin about his shoulders to twitch in annoyance. It was the only movement he made as he stared shamelessly at her, drinking in ever aspect of the doe's appearance.

"Um... hello, by the way." he mumbled after another uncomfortable silence. The buck had never been one for intimate social small talk, especially with does.

I'm so tempted to start something ;;

The flames flickered back as a calm settled over, their pointed tips expelling small whispers of smoke that swept away down his bony neck. It was probably a good thing that the doe was sitting fairly upwind of himself. He had only now realized that she was pregnant, ignorant as he was with the common female. His wide ears pricked up, pointing towards her as to catch her voice. So quiet. Then again, what other tone was acceptable in a graveyard?

"Oh... I'm a deer, ma'am... of course I understand you since you're one as well..." he replied slowly, cocking his head to the side as if she had said something particularly odd. In truth, he knew what she had been implying. So she had heard him... how humiliating. Though this wasn't the first time that Bartleby had to deal with pesky eavesdroppers. No matter. He would simply play it off.

Clearing his throat with a high 'ahem', he straightened his posture. "Perhaps you've, ah, heard of me then. I do speak two tongues..." he awkwardly explained. Cheeks flushed, he bent his muzzle down to examine his metallic hooves, letting their toes click and rub together as a point of interest. "I've never seen you before..." he commented, a vain attempt to steer himself out of the limelight. "Are you in mourning?" a blunt query, though it would offer an outlet of escape should the response be affirmative. he had always hated situations like this.

Needless to say Bartleby had always been somewhat embarrassed by the more feminine tone of his singing. It was pleasant to listen to, though most certainly not among the best of male soprano voices. Much like his own elusive first name, it was a learned skill that he preferred to keep hidden. So when the occasional buck or doe caught ear of him, he simply denied their accusations, stubborn thing that he was.

The shade on his cheeks turned a darker rouge, bleeding through the thin coat of fur on his face. "You're mistaking me for someone else, I'm afraid." he replied mechanically to her compliment.


(fff thank you :'D I just wish I wasn't so late nowadays ;; )

Gingy:

At the mention of her overhearing him sing, he grew uncomfortable, and Kaoori was ashamed.
"Ah, I didn't mean to overhear you, I'm sorry. It was just a pretty melody. I speak two tongues myself."
The little shika tilted her head again. "I'm afraid I haven't seen you around, either. This forest has grown so vast with residents that it's so easy to miss one amongst them. "

At the question, she paused. Was she? Surely not so much anymore, but she did indeed like to keep Hoshiko company daily. At least for a little while, to let her know she was never forgotten. All of her family stopped by. If not once a day, frequently enough that it may well be.
"Ah.. no, I'm just visiting my daughter. I come here from time to time to talk to her. And don't put down your voice. I'm sure if Hoshiko has heard it, she thought it was as wonderful as I did."

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Sixxxxxxxxx:

The tiny shika was at the pond's edge, grazing at some of the water weeds that grew there. It was her favorite. Switching between food and drink, her senses were on half-alert. Sensing the presence of another doe nearby, she hadn't felt the need to be on edge; she'd let her guard down. Once she'd heard the loud squeal of the other, however, she'd dropped the meal she had picked from the pond's bottom and looked up abruptly to the source, eyes widening as she stepped backward, watching the other come charging her way.

The buck's ears flopped to the sides of his skull, much like a puppy that had been scolded. "Oh... well... ah..." he blabbered nonsensically at the compliment, as if hesitant on whether or not to accept it. A jolt of pain erupted in his chest, and he dipped his nose down to massage the offending area. "You can't help your ears... I'm not offended." he finally whispered, his little form rhythmically swaying from side to side. It comforted him, much like a mother cradling her child.

He could no longer look at her, preferring instead to scan the surrounding landscape as well as he could despite the fog. There were a few bobbing pictograms in the distance, though their owners were otherwise indistinguishable. "The other language you speak... is it Japanese? You have a faint accent..." he ventured, tactlessly getting the train of conversation away from himself.

"It has become fairly overpopulated... the forest I mean." he commented, leaving out the fact that he wasn't a 'new' resident himself. "Oh... I'm Troy, by the way." he introduced, offering the doe his middle name. He had found himself using it quite frequently these days. It just gave off such a dignified air despite his lack of a proper title.

At the mention of the doe's daughter, his hardened expression softened, if only for a moment. "Oh... did I disturb you? I apologize. I... ah... I can leave if you want me to." he babbled, making a move to unfold his legs from underneath. The sensation caused for another small pang of discomfort in his chest cavity, and he slunk back down, trembling. "What... What's her name?" he asked, his light voice cracking slightly. The compliment regarding his voice was tossed aside, though the reddened hue on his cheeks had deepened from her words.

Are you making fun of my x's Kimi |:

Other's emotions were foreign to her and so she didn't recognise the other's surprised expression at all. Lovelace was clueless and she was stupid. The female froze several times to stop and pull her leg to her chest, ears pricked as if uncertain herself, listening carefully for something she might've missed.
Oblivious.
Though soon she was sliding after poor Kaoori again, marble eyes upon her swelling stomach. "Babies?" She purred as if unsure, odd as she wasn't particularly fond of fawns; perhaps it was the blue hind's appearance that had caught her attentioninstead.

I WANT

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Um, my Dinamo and Kaoori? I might not start today though..homeworks. :'c

sure to you both! start whenever you like, there's no time limit. I'm slow myself, so no worries.

u bset danr evr!!!!!1

(that's a really cute thought she has ;_; )

She listened to the other's questions, so childlike, but still so very serious. After a moment, she relaxed, beckoning the other hind to follow her to the shore where she could rest. When she settled, she spoke.
"Well, I guess I could say it feels funny, to have someone to carry around. But you never feel alone, and you know you have someone you have to care for, another life that truly depends on you for everything. It sort of... changes you. Not much else matters but that other life.. "
She paused. "Of course I like it!", she laughed. " As for long, I shoudl hope not, I hope they look normal, or at least like their mother and father. And they don't speak yet.. but I know they can listen."

Kaoori's not always exactly the smartest one in the bunch. B|
AND ROFL I LOVE HER THOUGHTS SO MUCH.
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Oh, dear, this was going to be interesting.. Kaoori shifted and settled again, then motioned to Lovelace to rest beside her. "Why don't you have a seat? I'll.. try to answer your questions." Pausing, she tried to think of the best way she could to explain it all.

"They can't speak.. not yet. I suppose I can imagine how they feel, because I feel I have a connetion to them-- if I feel frightened, they seem to react to my fear. If I am happy, they are calm as well., so they seem to listen to my feelings. I have not seen them. I can imagine what they look like.. but I will only truly know when they are born."
She watched the other doe staring at her stomach intently, and laughed quietly. "I suppose they eat, because they make me very hungry. And they sleep, and grow. Maybe they can talk to one another. And they're gathering strength, for the day they are born."

ROFL NO NOT THAT
RRRRRRRRRRRRROFL BEBES DRINKING TEA. WITH MONOCLES.
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Kaoori was fascinated herself at this doe, somuch like a fawn herself, staring down at the shika's large belly that had affectionately been referred to as a 'watermelon'.
"I have done this before. Three times now.. "
Almost four. She could not count Hoshiko.
"It isn't easy. But you always think of the fawns."

le bump.

anyone?

Of course between Dinamo and Kaoori..sorry this sucks; haah I'm never good at starters. BLAH DIS SUCKS IT WILL GET BETTER WITH MORE POSTS I PROMISE. ;w;
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The weather was good and her body was healed..so why shouldn't the tiny grey doe have fun?
As soon as she was sure as she could be that she was alone, the doe named Dinamo lay down in a tall ocean of multicolored flowers, washed over and hidden by the waves of flora. So she inhaled, her hairless, fleshy nostrils flexing as a wave of fragrant, pollen filled air.

What she did next could have definitely been assumed. Legs suddenly whipping upwards, the little doe situated herself so she was laying on her back. As soon as she felt comfortable, she wiggled her body so her spine contorted from side to side. All the while, her legs flailed around in the air, constantly twisting and switching to keep her on balance.
Her face could not even be described.

You sing well

Mitsuko was startled by the voice, but calmed after she saw it was just a small, lovely shika. Why thank you. I usually don't sing much... She said. She usually only listened to her parents singing, or some other deer of her herd. She remembered once she had gotten very close to a deer to hear her sing, but when the doe saw her... everything changed. But she wasn't to think of that now.

"I see you know Japanese, too."

It's the only language I know. My parents told me there are many other languages in the world, and they also spoke that I might need to learn another language soon... something about leaving our home. Mitsuko explained, wondering deeply what her parents might have meant.

"Where do you come from?"

W-what do you mean, where do I come from? Do you mean... this isn't Japan?

Dinamo, Blue- I apologize about the wait, and if you two don't want to continue, I fully understand.

Blue:

Kaoori's head shook, frowning slightly. This little fawn seemed confused. "no.. this is not Japan, I'm afraid.. you've traveled far. When did you get here? How did you get here?"

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Dina:
Kaoori heard the pop; she winced. She'd hoped the other was okay.
"I know that i've seen you too...", Kaoori thought for a moment. "Dinamo, isn't it?" she smiled. She hoped. If she'd gotten her name wrong, that'd make for a -real- nice first impression.

"My name is Kaoori."

"Yes, twins.. very soon, thank goodness. I feel like a huge watermelon." She hoped the other doe wouldn't mind, but she had to sit. She tired quite easily. Wouldn't be much longer now, though.

"Would you care to sit with me?"