Anyone can join!
So, yeah, here goes RP'ing! Because I enjoys it so damn much TwT
Please, no one-liners.
"..." = speech
(...) = thoughts
SO!
A few starters, if ya need 'em~
By all means, if you have a different setting in mind, feel free to make a new start >w<
~~~~~~Deer-RP~~~~~~
Redd
It was a lovely day in the forest.
The sunlight flitted down through the canopy, onto the calm, neutral frame of a young stag of slight bulk, laying by himself in a small ray of sunlight. He was peaceful, having just woken up from his usual spot between the two young trees in front of the Great Oak. He smiled serenely to himself, welcoming the new day, embracing it... no matter what might happen.
He sighed to himself.
"A-another day approaches..."
Raleigh
The white stag sighed.
The sun overhead was at its peak, blaring down upon his snowy coat unforgiving, like the very glare of the Twin Gods who had, on several occasions, attempted to show this very particular stag who was the boss.
He snorted a dry chuckle.
(Little do they know, I follow only one "boss")
Still, the sun was annoying him a great deal - a valid attempt by the two! - making him seek the shade, traversing through the woods, seeking some place calm, cool, shady and preferably slightly moist.
The playground would be a good place for that...
Crire
Music...
How he longed for it...
Even as the shadows grew long in the early dusk, the sun setting, bathing the forest and the old ruins in flames of orange and bright red, Crire could think of nothing but his beloved violin and how he was unable to play it as he was now.
Gritting razor-sharp teeth, he turned his head to the heavens, those burning, bleedin' heavens and let out a howl of rage and pain, directed at all those high-and-mighty angels who'd seen it fit to strip him of everything that was him.
He huffed as his outburst ended, standing petrified, neck and head hanging low, torn, useless wings quivering as not-quite-healed wounds started aching again.
"To hell with you... TO HELL WITH YOU ALL!" He bellowed, his voice full of rage and fury, carrying all over the until now so quiet forest...
Dorian Bucks
Trembling... Shaking...
There were so... so many!
All around him, drawing closer, hunting him...
The shadows he had experienced at Willowhill Asylum were still chasing him, keeping just at the edge of his sight, intangible, invisible, but still so terrifyingly close!
He bucked, lashing out with trembling hind-legs, hitting nothing, the wind rushing in the trees, the sound of hooves getting closer, a shadow past the full, round moon, something touched his leg!
Yelping, the purple stag jumped forward, running, fleeing... until clumsy hooves snagged on an exposed root, landing him face-first into the blue bowl.
There he stayed still, trembling, ears flat against his deformed head, working, yellow eye wide, staring into the closing darkness...
...
He was alone...
Or was he?... 
*Totally stalking this and
Where the hair would meet the crown of his head, it bloomed out into a thick cascade of flames... the flames running over and down his neck as towards the back of the head the floated out into silky orange hair that flowed over to one side... just barely above the forest floor. Though that wasn't his most... noticeable feature, as he walked... there was an extra pair of forelimbs... four front legs and two at the hind. He was no... true 'deer' but a demon in disguise, more than a demon really.
A long, whip like tail gently swayed behind him before his attention turned as he heard the little howls of anger coming from the Ruins. Curious as to the source... he carefully made his way along... those golden and red eyes looking before he spotted the... creature who's yells had caught his ears "To hell with you all?" He purred out the words, he knew hell all to well... more than the next "I hope that... all... isn't aimed at me as well..." He chuckled out.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
[He sounds interesting
Also, I'm wondering, how old is he? >w< 'cuz Crire's about 200-300 years old, pretty young for a demon, especially one born with power coming out every orifice TwT]
Hearing the words of the intruder, the younger demon spun around immediately, hard, steely, amber eyes softening in surprise as he recognised a fellow demon.
He huffed, throwing his head angrily to the side, stomping one back leg. The demon in front of him looked strong, a fact which annoyed him. Had he not been trapped like this, he would have snapped his neck in an instance, just for looking at him wrong, but as he was now, he could hardly defeat the strongest mortals...
"You look like you know it already. Why'd you wanna stay in this blessed place?..." He spat the word "blessed" as if it were the greatest insult to a location he could ever utter.
Considering his heritage, it probably was.
It's so old TwT I'm going to
ARG! His Wikia page is down D< And so is Wikia apparently Fffffffffff *eats it*
A snort came from him, another chuckle of amusement... and he shifted himself slowly walking along as he moved closer to inspect the other... trapped in that body... quite amusing "I don't choose to stay here... I'm free to come and go as I please." Valturez let out softly, keeping his eyes on the little demon with interest "I come here to get away from the troubles of hell... and the council who constantly breaths down my neck..."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The youngster snorted. "High
"High and mighty, eh?... What're you, some kind of overlord?..." the chained being snarled with a small grin, best bratty attitude ever seen in a demon well in place. He was the perfect bringer of destruction, the very poster-child of hell... Too bad he was born both cocky and without respect for anyone, not even superior demons.
Not knowing to be careful, he was treading onto thin ice and not even knowing it...
Still, his attitude-problem only masked an immense relief to see another demon, a single, unique link to his home, the fiery pits which he longed for so desperately...
{You made me do it ( X} He
He is tiny.
He is tiny, and he is white
like virgin snow, or the first pear blossoms of early spring.
There is pink to him to, hooves, the gentle flush of his cheeks, and of course, his lips, soft and shiny and pink, and so soft.
But...
His eyes.
Are the colour of coal sinking in a tar pit, shiny and ever moving, alert.
His tail is long, soft like shredded silk.
He curls himself into it now, grooming it carefully, running the metal beak of his mask through the hairs, picking out even the smallest imperfections, sits up like some rodent to clean his chest.
A blossom falls from an antler tine.
He is alert.
But completely at ease.
Heaving for breath, rage
So familiar...
(No... That's impossible...)
Willing strong, stitched legs into action, he quickly follows his nose and his ears, following that smell, the sound of feathers being groomed...
His hooves thunder across the ground, leaving sparks as metal collides with rock and dirt, until finally, he sees him...
Him...
His eyes widen as he stares...
"Serendipity?..."
Another chuckle and he sighed
A snort, he shifted before watching the youth with those eyes. A brow gently quirking up as he shifted on his feet, and the thick robes slowly forming around his frame... black, elegant... silky... with the embroidering of golden that ran in many patterns, like a fire but also like a smoke. He shifted and tilted his head some, Valturez curious about this... youth even more now than ever "Grand King to be exact..." He replied, his tone very mutual in it's manner "I remember when I was like you... young, arrogant... cocky without reason. Never did me any good... in fact... it lead to a very nasty torture session... that lasted a couple thousand years."
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Val's so abused ;3; XD He's my go to character when I need to Vent <_< poor guy
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The tiny head flicks up, eyes
Normally he enjoys the more...dark, looking creatures of the forest, but, this one knowing his name, he doesn't know this stag, how does he know?
A twig snaps as he steps back, shaking his head slowly, looking confused.
Who is this stag, deer, what is he?
His body, especially the area around his neck, fluffs to extremes, feathers and fur standing on end.
He looks like an angry cloud, or the bloom atop a dandelion.
Maybe the wind will carry him a w a y.
He stomps a light pink hoof upon the ground, as if demanding to know how this odd creature knows his name.
@Graveyard: The youth gave a
"Pity, old-timer... Glad that won't ever happen to me." He said with an arrogant snarl tugging at the corner of his mouth, making him look like the most spoiled brat on the face of the earth.
He knew his master would not abandon him. He was a good demon, after all, always doing as he wanted, never going against orders... He knew he'd always be in the favour of the Great Dragon.
...
But why, then, was he here?...
@Serendipity: A small huff. Yeah, this was definitely Serendipity, alright... But why was he being so... hostile?...
Giving a small snort, Crire stepped closer.
"What, you don't remember me, kid?..." he asked, feeling something alike... disappointment growing in his chest...
Had the angels really been so cruel?... Stripping him of his powers and now, his private play-thing too?
No.
They wouldn't.
There had to be another explanation...
Kid? he was no child, he was
He shot a glare, like the tip of a dagger, to the other.
he was not a creature prone to committing violin acts himself, but he reared up in warning, eyes a blazing mixture of annoyance and confusion, tossing his head.
Upon his belly a fresh scar stretched, light pink, like his lips, it reeked of something not quite deer. Musky almost, wild and hot.
He came back down to earth with a snapping of dead leaves, and a flurry of poppy blossoms from his antlers.
His lips like cotton candy part, and a screaming cry emits from them, like the angered call of a red shouldered hawk.
@Serendipity: The
He grimaces in dislike.
But then notices the scar.
Amber eyes widen as he rushes forward, pinning the tiny being down to the ground, anger flaring, making his eyes burn, momentarily granting him powers now lost, smoke seething from his mouth as he speaks.
"Who hurt you?!" Someone had gotten to him. They were trying to hit Crire by going through Seren, those bastards! He would not forgive them for this... He'd make them pay...
That makes the straw snap. He
He kicks and screams like a pig with a knife in its belly, tosses his antlers, he's aiming to hurt, and maim, not just get away.
The metal beak of his mask is thrust forward into the stag's leg, it falls, but comes off the tiny white one's face at the same time.
He has the same face, white hair flopping down almost to his eyes.
His tiny body is quivering, and he is panting, winded from it all.
"It didn't hurt, this is my cage's mark" it's so hard to talk.
"who do you think you are, get away from me, you filthy creature"
eyes like pitch narrow.
"I'll tell the Wolf what you did, and he will snap your neck"
Crire's eyes
Dangerously.
in his chest, he feels red-hot flames starting to lick his already coal-black heart, burning him from the inside, twisting his soul into rage... hurting him...
"Your cage... He backs off of the tiny creature, a fresh wound on his leg bleeding tar-like blood onto the ground, onto the snow-white plumage...
"I told you you couldn't get close to anyone else, kid..." His voice is a bleating growl, hatred and rage so hot by now, it's burning cold, making him shiver, making tiny, little phantom-flames appear all around him, blinking in and out of existence constantly...
(He betrayed me... He lied to me!... He... He replaced me!)
His thoughts and feelings are clouded by anger and rage unmatched, yet... He doesn't strike... He continues to back off...
Something is hurting in his chest...
He's so confused, who is this
"I think you're confused, sir" his head dips, pressing his mask back on.
"I don't know you" his voice is firm, confused and shaken.
"and I certainly don't remember anyone telling me I wasn't allowed to have friends" he coughs, it's too much to talk, this much, this stranger isn't worthy of his voice anyway.
A sniffle.
"You made my fur dirty" he whimpers, sitting down now, much like a dog, slowly sniffling, he hates, dirty things, he hates them, he---oh god.
He's crying now, trembling.
When the Wolf got blood on him it was okay, that was his blood.
When he cleaned Gustiro, that was fine, that was his blood.
But this is dirty blood, this is gross, this isn't the blood of someone he adores.
He's so childish
A huff, full of spite. The
The rage dulls... leaving only that... that feeling, that terrible hurt!
Lowering his head, looking down into the ground, retracted into himself, the blood on the white deer's coat slowly moves, twists and turns, tearing itself from the pure, white feathers, floating through the air, back into the wound on Crire's leg.
He says not a word.
He feels cold.
Slowly, he turns around, wanting to walk off, but weak legs buckle beneath him, making him stop, gasping softly in pain.
If only he had his violin...
The sniffles slowly cease as
Childishly, childishly he thinks he deserves it, that he should run laughing, fetch the wolf and have him tear this, this monster, to shreds.
But he doesn't.
He inches closer, out of reach.
He watches, blinking slowly at the creature.
"whoareyou?"
Another huff, one which
"Keh, you really forgot... Name's Crire. Demon of the 7th ring... Commanding general of hell." Normally, he would have said this with fire and gusto, proudly sneering or smirking, but now... There's not a single trace of pride to be found in his voice or expression. He doesn't even look at the creature he thought he knew...
He cringes and growls as another wound stings and bursts open again, one on his shoulder, over a strange, round mark in his steel-like, rough pelt...
this will make you remember
his nose wrinkled
"ew, that's disgusting" he mumbled, motioning to his wounds.
Had he been human he would be bawling.
But he didn't know that.
Human.
Hu-man.
the word meant nothing to him now, he had never been human, he knew nothing, remembered nothing.
"You should see the ruins for that, maybe the ghosties will help you"
his glare returned, acid.
"But you StayofftheWolf'sthrone" he smiled cheerily.
'or I'll rip your throat out, mmkay~?"
A huffed laugh, loud,
"Oh, you'll rip my throat out, will you? You'll defeat me as the weak, little deer I am, huh?" his words were cruel, burning, seethed in a hatred so black, it rivalled the tar-like blood dripping from his wounds.
He approached menacingly, head lowered, steel horns ready to strike, smoke flowing from nostrils and mouth.
"Don't think I couldn't kill you with a single blow if I wanted to, you cheating, lying, little whore!" He hissed, a strange sound of angry violins somehow hidden in his voice, as seething and hateful as the demon himself.
But below all of this, a pain more potent than any other he'd ever felt stung his heart, wrenching at everything he ever did hold dear...
Do I love you now?...
Heh, not yet, kid...
"I'm telling Vasla what you
"I'm no whore! I've never slept with anyone in my life!" he spat.
"Why do you hate me so much, I've never even met you and here you come out of the blue being a complete jerk!" his ears pinned back, standing and moving back a few feet.
He didn't want to get hurt.
"You're confusing me really badly, did the bloodloss go to your head mister?"
The stag growled lowly,
He squinted.
"You hit your head recently?... He wanted an explanation for this behaviour. His songbird couldn't just have forgotten about him, not like this... There had to be a reason for all of this, and a damn good one to boot!
Looking thoughtful, the hateful expression on his face changed to shrewd and inquisitive.
"Stand still, songbird..." He said, slowly moving forward, head tilted just slightly, muscles relaxing... He was going to find out if this really was his Serendipity.
"uhm. no, the only one
He stood still, but rigid, ready to flee at the first sign of danger, to flutter away and never return.
So still.
Like a newborn fawn, or something dead.
Life and death were close brothers.
his heart fluttered in his chest like the trapped bird it was
But Crire just huffed,
And carefully, he sniffed the bird gently, his breath hot and with a faint smell of brimstone.
He frowned.
True enough, this was the smell of Serendipity, but at the same time, it was definitely not...
This creature had lived his entire life in the forest, never even getting close to humans, perfume or soap... And it had definitely never met a demon such as him before... but many others...
Cherry blossoms... Musk... Blood...
He huffed, his breath moving the fine feathers of the deer as his heart sank in his chest, face indifferently melancholic.
This wasn't his Seren...
At once, a knot of longing tied itself in his throat. He backed off, disillusioned.
"Sorry, kid... you're not him..." He said, rage, hatred and spite evaporated from his very being.
Leaving only shadows of sadness...
"That's what I was trying to
"I should, go now" he turned, darting off, tiny white form dissipating into the treeline.
He didn't even look back.
How sad.
Once upon a time he had been human, maybe, in another world.
In another time.
He was not the same boy anymore.
[Appropriate ending, there
>>; *slinks past*
*slinks past*
*catches by the scruff of
There was a thin chuckle to
"If that won't happen to you then why are you so out of place hmmm?" Valturez let out, those golden and red eyes flicking some in... curiosity as he chuckled more "This seems like a punishment enough for a cocky little bitch like you..."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Crire huffed angrily, looked
"Ha, just a simple fight I lost. I'll get out of here myself." He said, though the words of the greater demon was sowing seeds of doubt in his heart... Why hadn't his master tried to rescue him yet?...
"Really? You'll get out of
"From my point of view I see a youth that's being scolded and punished. Stripped of everything you once had and being forced to deal with a... mortal life." Valturez snorted as he stopped his walking and shook his head, the flames giving a bit of a crackle as he walked.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
tracking for now :'D
Though Crire kept dead-still,
"Ha! I'm not any more mortal than you are!" He laughed spitefully, something inside of him wanting to try and press those buttons... wanting the other to show him how powerful he was. Wanting him to get mad.
@Mini: Thankies! : D
"I still retain my powers
His body finally starting to accept the fact that it wasn't in his home or the palace "And last I checked... I could get back to my palace without a problem... just a nice little bubble of thought... and I'll be there."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The youth huffed, agitated,
"Yeah, well, you haven't been stricken down by the highest-ranking angels in heaven, now, have you? Keh... If I had my full power, I'd snap your neck." He said, cocky as always, head lowered, ready to strike at any moment.
Another chuckle, really?
"I don't deal with issues in Heaven... and they don't bother me anymore than they have to." He snorted, yeah Valturez never had to deal with the little floozies up in Heaven... "Though I doubt you could snap my neck so easily... boy."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The boy only gave a rough,
"Ha, I'd kill you with no effort at all. I was created by The Dark Prince himself, I'm more powerful than you could ever hope to be, old man." He sneered, still smirking, almost spitting those last two words as if they were a nasty taste in his mouth. He was doubting Valturez's power... saying he was too old!
"Cockiness will get you no
"The Dark Prince himself huh... I doubt you'd be capable of even ripping my wing... child... because I doubt you have the power to kill something that is ever living." Valturez was frustrated, but... after so many centuries... millenia even... he grew to control that temper he once held onto so tightly in his youth.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Huffing in annoyance, Crire
"Ha, ever-living, are ya? Excuse me as I call bullshit... Then again, you're decrepit enough to pass off as it." The youth teased, scraping a front leg, entire body itching for a fight, tensing, metallic horns reflecting sunbeams in the neatly cared-for surfaces. Vain little prick too, it seems...
The sigh that the demon
"Immortality is something your little mind can't seem to understand..." He muttered out, tone like venom... Valturez had just about enough of this little cocky bastard.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
still, the youth just
"What's to not get about something I am too?" He sneered with a smirk, eyes wide, excited...
Almost like a playing puppy; was this all just a game to him?...
Rolling his eyes, Valturez
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OOC: Aren't these two just lovely 8P
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Still, Crire didn't back
"Oh yeah? Why don't you prove it, old-timer?" He smirked, twisting his horns just slightly, forcing the other back. He might be cocky and young, but he wasn't kidding when he said he was powerful... Still not enough, though.
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OOC: They're adorable! XD And I have such a sweet ending for this in mind >w<
[center][=10]"I'm not that
"No wonder you were banished here, no one could stand your cocky attitude..."
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OOC: Fffffffffffff oh my |D Now you've got me curious |D
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Still, the brat didn't back
He just laughed and shoved back, smirking.
"Aww, hit a raw nerve there, did I, old man?" He jeered, steeling his back legs, shoving, forcing the other back, though not as far as Valturez had just done.
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OOC: It'll be so sweet, just you wait! >w<
Bumping? TwT
Fffffff sorry D| I got a
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A heavy growl came out of Valturez, that old man comment just riled him up and... well he just wanted to shut the brat up now. Huffing out he shoved more, pressing his head against the younger demons before twisting his head to a side, readying to smack him with one of those curled horns of his... like a slap really, since he didn't have hands.
"You're going to keep hitting nerves if you don't silence yourself..."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Fffffff sorry double posted
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Being slowed down by the
He blinked twice, confused, as if he'd never been hit before... like a dog experiencing a new and odd smell.
He frowned, still looking slightly shocked, as if he didn't really know what to make of all of this... but then he shook his head, gave a confused grin and sprang right back into position, horns against horns with almost childish glee.
"That the best you can do, gramps?" He sounded like he was having a bit too much fun...
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That's okay, I did too >w<
Fffffffffffffff D< Damn is
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"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
But this time the youth was
He dodged just in time, bending his knees at the exact right moment to strike out with a headbutt, hitting the older demon in the chest, though it was... strangely weak, trying... Almost as if he was just pushing boundaries, like a spoiled child searching for a proper father-figure.
He smirked.
"What, too much for you, wrinkly?" he teased, smirking.
He was just begging to get his ass kicked.
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Yeah, it's quite annoying! D: