{~suddenly Sanguine~ because why not. hmm.}

<sub>What is morality?
Black. White. Gray. Orange. Blue.
Morality.

There is no such thing, as morality. Mr.Sanguine is above that, above good, and above evil.
His body is curled about the trunk of a willow, simply watching, fingers curling in an idle manner in the dirt. He's far too large for any intelligent, thinking creature, to have any thought of attacking him.

He isn't here to join sides after all. Well, maybe.
That's the thing about him. He's so completely neutral. The purest form of it. He is a keeper of balance. Dark, Light, Order,Chaos.

His silver tongue slides over his lips, a yawn following, and for a moment one might glimpse every one of the pointed teeth, all in various sizes, from thumbtack to kitchen knife.

He's here as a referee more than anything. That's how he sees himself.
He's not on either side.

He's on both.</sub>

( Just a little note, I don't thing the black deer should be the ones to decide if their victim turn into a black deer or not, that should be the victim's decision. (: )

The doe stepped closer to the pond, slowly, and rather weak. Ever since she turned into a black deer she had been dedicated to only one thing; Find Pierce, and kill him. This meant the doe had roamed the Forest, back and forth, like a zombie. She didn't eat, she didn't drink and she barely slept. Her body was torned and beaten, bloody and ripped, but she didn't seem to notice at all. Nor did she seem to notice the fact that her great antlers had broken off - perhaps during fights, or when she ran into trees in her search for the colorful stag - and her skull mask had at some point fallen off.

For a while she just stood in the shadow of the trees, her red eyes frozen on the stag she had searched for all this time. But he was fighting someone else, so the black doe remained where she was. Some other deer had entered the scene, but they were of no interest for her; she only wanted Pierce. She suddenly raised her head, snorting. The deer Pierce had been fighting was in the water, and she had missed to figure out where the colorful stag was hiding now. The doe lifted her head, sniffing the air, and she smiled hungrily as she caught the scent of the stag, not too far away. She stomped the ground with a pointed, cracked hoof, and began to move. Soon she could spot blue and green fur hiding among the bushes, and a snarl escaped her jaws as she crouched, ready to attack.

Hmm, storm's coming.

The green dragoness had decided to take an evening flight around the forest to have some time to herself, and her unborn children. It felt good to stretch her wings and soar through the clouds, feeling the wind against her face and brush gently beneath her wings. However, it seemed her freedom of flight was coming to a close as dark, forboding clouds shielded the sun, refusing it to pass its warm rays down on the forest and the creatures that inhabited it. But, there was something about this storm...it seemed, different. It was as if the clouds were darker, ready to unleash a rage so powerful it would shake the earth.

Suddenly, a sour scent hit the dragoness' nostrils, making them screw up in disgust. However, her eyes grew wide in surprise as she recognized the scent, and the hairs on the back of her neck and shoulders began to bristle in alarm and anger. Honeyfur quickly did a nose dive, folding her wings to her sides in order to slice through the air, approaching the ground at a faster rate. Once she reached the canopy, her wings shot open, carrying her right above the tree tops. The storm was growing in intensity, making her flap her wings as she grew more and more anxious when the foul scent grew stronger.

Surprise hit her like a blow to the head when the trees cleared out, revealing the clearing she knew so well, to be swamped with black deer. She bared her teeth, eyebrows furrowing as anger pulsed through her veins. Her clawed hands clenched into fists as she dived diagonally to the ground, approaching the ongoing battle. She opened her muzzle, and felt the heat within her rise until it grew into an inferno, until it shot from her mouth. The fireball landed in the clearing as a small explosion, billows of smoke rising up to meet its raging cousin above. Hit or miss, the dragoness didn't care. She had four shots, now three, and the rain was starting to come down, soaking the earth in precipitation. The fire wasn't able to spread through the grass. It seemed nature was on her side.

Her green eyes swiveled to the right as she noticed a splash of blue and green on top of the dark surroundings. She dipped her right wing, sending her in the direction of the to familiar stag. She reached him within seconds, and flapped her wings vigorously in order to hover right above him.

"Pierce!" she shouted in order for her voice to be heard over the turmoil. "What are you doing?! You have to fight! You can't be a coward now!" She looked around the clearing, searching for any black deer heading their way.

Suddenly, her eyes locked with bright crimson ones. She didn't recognize that it was Illrose at first, but she still growled in anger, and let out a furious screech. Her teeth were bared as she remained hovering over Pierce, ready to come to his aid if the black deer attacked...which was inevitable.

Pierce! What are you doing?! You have to fight! You can't be a coward now!

As Pierce heard the familiar voice, he looked up in surprise, seeing the Dragoness in mid-air.

I cannot fight! These deer are powerful, probably much more powerful than me! We have to retreat and fight back when we are ready. Pierce yelled back. His fur turned into black skin and wings grew from his back. He was now in the air, safe from Illrose, and now two dragons were in the sky.

They attack... out of nowhere... Pierce said in a rushed voice.

Meanwhile Aiatt had gotten the mud out of his face and his head was swinging back and forth, looking for Pierce. Two scents- one would be Pierce's- hit his nose, and he looked up to see him and a stranger dragon in the air. Luckily Aiatt could reach them without flying. He got out of the pond and ran to Illrose's side, breathing black fire. Luckily he missed, and the fire just missed Pierce by a few feet. However it was not clear if Honeyfur had been hit.

I cannot fight! These deer are powerful, probably much more powerful than me! We have to retreat and fight back when we are ready.

"What?! These black deer won't wait for another fight! We might no get another chance like this again!" She was taken aback by his new form however. It felt strange not being the only dragon hybrid now, and even stranger and a little degrading to be the smallest. When standing on her hind legs, she was only a few feet taller than the average person. This new black dragon towered over her, and she felt a little indignant about it.

However, now was not the time for jealousy, for Illrose was fast approaching them. Green eyes locked with red once more, and the inferno built up inside her, ready to be unleashed on the black deer charging straight toward them. Although, she didn't get to finish her attack, for she then saw black flames shooting their way in her peripheral vision. She quickly barrel rolled out of the way of the fatal black flames. However, a lick of the flames caught her in the side, giving her a burning scar. She roared in anger and pain from the second degree burns, and fixed her piercing eyes on her attacker.

"Two can play at that game," she growled at the black, elephant-deer. She opened her mouth, feeling the fire within her build and build, until the orange flames shot out, lapping at the air and streaming straight toward the black deer in front of her.

( I know about that part. It was the part before that one I was talking about. But nevermind. )

The black doe stopped, ignored the thunder and lighting that exploded over her head as she turned her head and looked at her companion. Then her eyes watched those that were flying in the air. Once, the doe would have envied them their dragon forms. She would have found it extremely unfair that they had their forms in the forest while she had not, while she was turned into a weak deer. She would have envied them their wings and their abilities, but now she did not care what they looked like. 'Kill Pierce' was still the words that rang in her head. But now that he was in the air - out of reach - the black doe pretty much ignored Pierce, just as she ignored the other dragon. She stopped, tried again to shake the rain out of her fur, but since it was pouring from the skies it was useless.

(Can Natali join?If she can't just ignore this then)

Natali was in the Pond enjoying the water when she heard fighting.She ran over to see if she could help and then gasped at what she saw."Pierce!Honeyfur!What are you guys doing??"Then she remembered about the black deer."I need to kill one to change them back.."She thought.

(lol I love how while everyone is fighting Mr. Sanguine is watching it not doing a thing like it's football on T.V)

Unfortunately, Aiatt had dodged, now much more alert now that he was badly burned. If he was to serve his king and defeat Pierce, he mustn't die.

IN the corner of Voice's eye, she saw an explosion. Pierce! She hollered, recognizing the black dragon in the midst of the explosion. Luckily he was alright, with just a burnt tail. However Voice had stopped fighting Insidious, leaving her valuable for an attack.

Pierce heard a young doe's screams. He whipped his head to Natali, who had been enjoying the waters.

We'll be fine... don't worry about us! He yelled back.

Aiatt then realized that he had not used another of his powers yet. Three lightning bolts struck down, flashing from the sky. One hit Pierce and he fell to the ground, unconscious. The black dragon's body fell to the ground with a thump, and he slowly turned to his original form, the multicolored stag. Aiatt growled, walked towards Pierce's body. He started to get excited when he thought he was dead, until he saw him breathing. He snarled, showing his giant fangs, and was about to sink them into his flesh.

PIERCE! GET AWAY FROM HIM! Voice hollered as she ran to Pierce's unconscious body, forgetting about Insidious.

(wow, that was hard, trying to reply to everyone at once.)

"Oh..ok but if you need me just scream for me and....Pierce?Oh my god!You!Black deer get away from him!"She yelled as she thrust her antlers at the black deer trying to bite Pierce hoping it would at least distract it.

She yelled in pain as the black deer bit her shoulder and tried to knock it off balance by smashing her hoof on it's chest

So she is a black deer or not?I'm confused now -.-

As the rain poured & thunder rang the stag lowered his head inches from hers & snorted out a foul smelling plume of fog.
"Stay out of the way lady. I'd hate to see your pretty little heart laying torn out in the mud."
Jerking his tusk free he walked a few paces, water & mud trickling from his unkept pelt.
As he looked over his shoulder at the downed doe he noticed something strange about her. "what the hell was she? She wasn't a normal doe.... Damn it Insidious get your head in the game.You must find Pierce!"
Violently shaking his matted black scruff he stalked towards the other black deer. Just as he did he was hit with a sudden burst of heat that sent him stumbling backwards, burns scorching his vulnerable skin as darkly colored blood dripped from his bare chest.
He was shocked to see the fiery burst shooting from Aiatt engulfing everything it touched."what was he trying to do. Kill his own kind?!".
Unaware Aiatt was fighting the two dragons hidden by the dark clouds the stag furiously bolted towards Aiatt. Yet another burst of flame came firing down, but this time it seemed to come from the clouds.
It was only then that he noticed the greenish hew coming from the dragonlike creature. "Who is that... better yet what is that?"
Another figure appeared in the sky next to the green dragon. This one was much larger & just as dark as the darkest cloud.
Confused Insidious stumbled slipping into the mud, questions racing through his mind. As he stood blood now slowing to a slow trickle down his chest he could only wonder.
What the hell is that! It smells like Pierce but it cant be! Deer dint just grow wings! Dazed & confused the stags mental state left him vulnerable as he stood, blood slowly mixing with mud.

(I really didn't want him to seem unstoppable so i left him open to the elements if anyone wants to jump on it xD I find it a little hard RPing as a char not fully tipped over into the loonie bin but on the verge of it.)

(okay, although you might want to read up on the black deer first.)

(Yay and it's ok since the black deer are supposed to like be all powerful and stuff)

The lighting struck Natali on her back and hurt terribly.She charged at the black deer,her antlers down trying to hit him with her antlers that would cut him up if she wanted them to.

I'm gunna crash for a while. If anything happens that involves Insidious ill respond tomorrow morning.
Have a good night/morning guys.

Aiatt was confused. He already was normal. He was able to dodge her slap but he was not able to dodge the buck. He fell to the ground, his scorching pains hurting him.

(what I meant what buck was by kicking him with her hind legs... and no he is still a black deer, in his mind he in confused because he thinks he had been a black deer his whole life. Sorry for the confusion.)

Black Paper Moon had done nothing the whole day. The Ruins, the place where she found most entertaining, was quiet and still; a haze hung around the gravestones, and the scent of dead and decaying things wafted from the great pillars and maze-like piles of bricks, stewn about carelessly.

The Great Hollow Tree, as she called it, was no longer full of mooing fawns and dancing, greeting, annoying deer, but just a faded bundle of twigs.
O-App-Pesi, the priestess, had given her some grief today when the red pelted doe literally chaced her away from the Ruins, screaming, "begone foul demon!"

Blacky was far from 'demon', she was just a deer, why could no one see that? Of course, in her mind, she was a deer. But in reality, she is a Cell Born, a black mass crafted by the hands of men, and inserted into a deer body. The particle strugture of the mass was unstable, and corrupted her body. She was not a Black Deer, no, but she looked like one.

Dry earth clung to her black pelt as she stood stretched, and yawned, a long silver tounge coiled around her maw. What a boring day... And as far as Blacky could see, the weather sucked as well. But being partailly blind, she was never positive what the weather was. Misty? Foggy? Rainy?

Her red orbs were clouded over with a grey thing, another side-effect of being a Cell Born. And did I forget to mention the mass amount of daily sezures? But there are worse things still to come. For now, Blacky was happy with who she was, the scull-faced sharp-toothed black-pelted monster.

Strolling through the forest; she let her silver snake-tongue hang loose from the protruding structures of ivy-shaped clasping death-grips. And the doe-beast had an idea.

She failed to examine the Lake. Perhaps there was some amusement to be had there?

A low branch snagged onto one of the red twines of rope idily hanging from her pelt. B.P.M huffed in annoyance. These threads were all over her body, stitching her together like a rag doll. Even on her skull-jaw, they bound her lips.

With a tug, she freed herself from the clutches of the branch and came face-to-face with a... A fire? At the Lake? Blacky sped up to a gallop, dodging black blurrs her vision failed to recognize.

Black Paper Moon started to run, her hoove-claws splashed in the muddy water, her black pelt of silk was now a black and brown pelt of mud. She heard sounds of fighting, a deer here, deer there, Blacky was confused; but it seemed that the pitch black deer were the bad ones, she watched as they fought, rage and bloodlust powered them, propelled them foreward with their sharp antlers bared and maws wide, their eyes were wild. And that meant they weren't friends.

She turned, surveying the battlefield. Her poor vision could make out little, but she was sure there was a black deer standing over a downed stag; the limp body sunk in the mud.
Though she was mainly neutral, she felt she had to defend this deer. After all, these black deer were destroying one of the landmarks of the forest: And she gave each breath she had to protect them.

Defying the black doe, she stepped in front of the downed stag, baring her sharp, jagged fangs.

(( Na na na na na ITS BATMAN *cough*IMEANBLACKY*cough* TO THE RESCUE! >D ))

Aiatt slowly got up, and as he did so, he saw another black deer about to bite Pierce. He snarled, trying to get the other deer to go away. Pierce would be his. But then another deer, a stranger, seemed to jump out of nowhere. Aiatt smiled as the other black deer fleed away, leaving Pierce all to him. He finally got up, with burns and bruises all over his body. Even his red glowing eyes seemed scarred and dirty.

Aiatt roared, black fire bursting out of his mouth. Three trees caught fire.

Lightning bolts flashed, not from Aiatt, from the dark, dark clouds.

Aiatt snarled, showing his huge fangs. I'll come play with her.

Even though he had been badly burned, he was as careless as Blacky was. He could be torn to the bone, but he had to kill Pierce.

He roared, charing at Blacky with his black, sharp antlers. He leaped and intended to bite Blacky on the neck. However Blacky would still be her normal self, not changed at all.

Voice had kept a full eye on Pierce while she attacked Insidious, invisible. When she saw another black deer charging and roaring at Pierce while he was left out in the open, Voice left Insidious and began to charge at the black deer as she charged at Pierce. Her invisibility would last for just a few minutes, she had to act fast if she wanted to take this black deer out hidden.

She attempted to charge into the black deer's side as she jumped at Pierce, with enough force to knock the deer down.

(Voice is not a black deer and is invisible)

When she heard the black deer yowl and saw her fall to the ground, she then started to rear, attempting to hit her repeatedly.

Black Paper moon jumped back, now confused once more, as she originally had been.
She steeped away from the fight quietly, and turned to face Pierce. "H-hey? You alright?" She nudged him with a clawed hoof.

(( Short post-crap D: ))

Black Paper Moon watched the stag with a confused expression, mimicking the visage transition from moments ago. "Hello. My name is Black Paper Moon. Some call me Blacky, others call me B.P.M." The tone of her vocal amouncment stayed melancholy, almost as if the passive doe was tone-deaf.
( O.O.C: Hey, sorry to bother you guys with my n00by-ness, but can someone tell me what the code is for text-colors on this site? Like, what do you write to get your text a certain color. Back on the FH site it was: [.color=red][/.color]

(I am going to end this battle)

Pierce struggled up. It is a dangerous place here. I am Pierce, but it is no time to introduce each other. You have no idea- Pierce was cut off when he saw the last two black deer on the field running.

Aiatt was badly burned and covered in bruises, and even though he wanted to kill Pierce on the battlefield, he knew he was much too weak to do it. He had to flee, even if they would lose this battle.

Pierce stood up. He quickly transformed into a dragon again, and he flew into the air. Ignaciaqua, who was hiding in the pond and watching the battle the whole time, jumped up and sprayed the fire away with her water powers. She jumped back in, and lurked deeper inside the water.

Pierce roared, fire burst into the air, as if this was a sign of victory.

The Good deer have won.

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Next time, we should have a posting order of who posts, just so no one ninja's eachother or gets confused.