Dorian Bucks

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~Dairy~


24-11-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Found out the hard way that that one time he came back to life after having been killed wasn't just a stroke of supernatural luck.
Had all of his organs brutally removed several times in an alternate reality as they would grow back every time he died. Got violently both physically and mentally abused, but luckily ended up escaping his captors with help from an unlikely ally, the man who left him for dead with an OCD sadist and a face-stealing rapist.


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-He doesn't feel like commenting on any of the recent events.

15-11-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Finally got fed up with EMR controlling his life and stood up to him. Had been cooking up a plan on how to defeat him for some time and set it into action. Turned into his dragon-form and managed to win! Relaxed with Ida afterwards, feeling proud and triumphant.

Ha! That's what you get for messin' with me, bitch! And you STAY down! Wow... A little dizzy there... Heh, yeah, I should probably lie down... Ah, I can't believe it! I'm actually free!~

22-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Went to hell with Valturez, where the demon healed most of his wounds and treated him to a proper meal. Talked things over with him about Ida and his feelings and they both came to an understanding.

God, I'm so relieved you took things like that, Val... Who'd have though the grand king of hell could be such good moral support?... *sighs* But why do I have to be even more unsure about what I want now than before all of this?...

21-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Feeling conflicted and confused. With growing feelings for Ida, he doesn't know whether to end his thing with Valturez or try to nip his infatuation in the bud. Doesn't know how to break the news to the demon king and doesn't want to either. Knows it has to be done, or he'll keep feeling like an utter scumbag.

The Gods... hate me.

19-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Enraged, hurt, confused, ashamed and seething with vengeance. Was beaten and half-way raped by EMR, but managed to struggle too much for it to be successful. Inexplicably turned into a dragon while in a fit of rage.

I swear... If it's the last thing I do... I will. Kill. You.



18-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Had some days to heal up with the help of a surprisingly big amount of strangers, Me-Yuki included. Got slightly freaked-out by the demon and temporarily turned human. Still has no clue as to how he does this. Depressed over being EMR's new "toy". A bit of fur grew back due to Me-Yuki's healing.

I hate this... And there's nothing I can do about it... I won't be able to see my friends, he hardly lets me heal up... I'm lucky he usually leaves me alone at night... Is this gonna be my life from now on?... Creeping 'round the darkness that scares the crap outta me and cowering in fear during the day?... *shiver-whimper* I don't want to live like this...

15-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Got attacked and set on fire by EMR. Lost most of his fur because of this and got some very nasty burns. Struck a deal with the virus to be left alive in exchange for his freedom. Got an "immunity shot" and is now impervious to fire. Can't tell his friends about it, or EMR will burn them all and the forest.



I... I don't know wha... GOD, I wish I was dead! I can't take this! I don't want my friends to get hurt, but this... this is unbearable!!... *whimper* I just want peace...

14-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Was healed by Mr. Sanguine and is feeling utterly confused about baffled by the strange being.

Wait... WHAT just happened?... What the, th-this guy just turned into a fish! A-and a butterfly! And then a bunch of flower-seeds!... That's it, I'm NOT eating those mushrooms ever again...

13-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Has been wandering a bit about the forest lately. Staying close to the pond and sleeping in its waters. Exhausted, in daily pain and in bad need of getting his wounds cleaned properly.

Nngh... These flies need to BUZZ OFF!... Don't feel like that, Ida, it's not your fault!...

Below lies the rut-blog, 2011.

08-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Is feeling strangely melancholic today. In a slight state of flux.
Feeling exhausted after having been chased by EMR.
Feeling much better after protecting Ida. Still exhausted, but not fluxing any more.
Fainted after being chased by EMR again and then fighting him when he finally caught him. Beaten to an inch of his life and now has an entire palette of new injuries.
Regained consciousness just long enough to drag himself out into the pond.
Got into yet another fight with EMR while trying to stop him from attacking his friends. Was ready to surrender to the virus in exchange for him leaving his friends alone, but Tree knocked EMR out just in time. Sustained heavy damage from getting in between the two.
Ate some of Tree's fruit with Ida and is recovering more quickly now. Is, surprisingly, not at risk of dying at the moment.

Note: When he spams sad+headtilt, it means he's exhausted or in pain.

"...I feel sick..."
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I... No, don't fight... not now, not today... Please, he can be near me, just don't fight him, Ida...
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No... No, stay away from it!!
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It's... It's alright, Ida, it's gone now... I... Heh, I can't believe it, I finally got to protect you!...
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He's gone now... He didn't like the water, let's stay here.
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No... I... Argh, it hurts... Ida, run away... Y-you don't... have to...
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Tree! I'm, I-I'm so sorry!... Please don't be mad, I'll do anything to make... to make it up to you, anything! Oh please just... don't leave me...







07-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Is feeling exceptionally well today after a good talk with Ida and sleeping while Tree watched over him. Will even allow strangers to sit close to him.

I dunno why, but I feel great today! It doesn't even bother me that this doe's touching me! And I feel like being social... Does anybody feel like being social? Anyone? 'Cause, y'know, I do!

05-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Feeling scared, on edge, nervous. Calming down with Ida there.

I... They were fighting over me! God, I just wanted to enjoy the view at the bridge!... Who knew they got so territorial around this time of year...
Ngh... I feel all tingely... Thank you so much for... for standing up for me, Ida...


30-09-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

I feel so weird today... I was around other deer for several minutes and I didn't even wanna run! Okay, "around" might be exaggerating... I... Well, I kept at a distance, but still! One of them even came up to me and bowed... I backed away, but I... I felt wrong doing it... What's WRONG with me?!...
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Gah! Salem, leave me alone!! Oh... W-wait, don't run away!
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JESUS CHRIST, that wasn't a rape-invitation!! Hey, what's that?... Eris' roar?... THANK GOD! Now he'll really leave me alone!...
...
Why do I suddenly feel so lonely and... uhm... cheated?...
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...That tree looks suspiciously a lot like a deer...
HOLY CRAP IT MOVED!
...
And bowed too... It's... What the HELL is it?!
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I... I quite like this guy... He's calm and gentle and he doesn't try to touch me... Maybe I should stick to him...


29-09-2011 (3)
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Got chased around by a couple of deer... One of them didn't wanna go into sunlight and the other had a mask like mine... And then there was this... Well, it was actually pretty nice... He bowed to me and was calm and... Argh, I can't get distracted like this!
I'm gonna keep an open eye on that sunlight-disliking guy! Just... Just so he won't sneak up on me or anything!...


29-09-2011 (2)
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Oh God, I... I was killed! Th-that asshole killed me!! Th-that's why I'm here! Oh my God, SHE transported me here because my human-self DIED! I-I'm a dead man walking!
Andwhyarehtesedeerchasingme?!


29-09-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Ngh... What is this feeling?! The air feels heavy and I get the chills every time I hear one of those... deer... mooing!... No, this isn't normal fear... There's something ELSE going on... Argh, I dunno, my head feels like it could split right open! This is what happens when you actually get sleep at night, I've been saying so all along! Sleep drives you crazy!






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~Infobox~


Picto

Speaks in this colour: #9977FF

A number 23 size-wise.

.Tiny.
.Neurotic.
.Paranoid.
.Trembles often.
.Chiraptophobiac.
.Scared of people.
.Uses wit to dull his fear.
.Nervous.
.Constant fear of being raped and/or killed.
.Difficulty trusting people.
.Bisexual, but afraid of everything sexual.
.Not very well educated.
.Fast-talking.
.Doesn't regard anyone as truly being a friend.
.Smells of decay.
.Missing nose.
."Sleepy" right eye.
.Missing left ear.
.Biomechanic left lower leg and right upper.
.Two exposed spinal chords.
.Fur is the unholy lovechild of kitten and bunny-fur mixed with silk. In other words, an abomination of softness.
.Fear gives him wings. He runs a lot, so he's fast and agile.
.Coward.



Dorian is a truly twitchy fellow.
He wasn't always a deer and just appeared one day in the forest, claiming he came from a place called Willowhill Asylum. What he did in this asylum, no-one knows, but it obviously left him very scarred and mentally unstable.
He jumps away from anyone trying to touch him, even if it's just a friendly nuzzle or swatting a fly away from his often re-opening scars.
Extreme paranoia has left him mentally shattered to the point of almost not being able to function properly through the day.
Not to mention his immense fear of touch, which socially handicaps him even further, making him never allow anyone close enough to touch.
The ones who do get close enough will get kicked and bitten at with a surprising furiousness and desperation of a deer faced with a gun barrel.

The only people he'll allow to touch him are a select few extremely trusted individuals. He's gotten a little more comfortable with touch through his time in the forest, but he still only allows those special ones that privilege.

When in heat, he will smell entirely of doe, since that is essentially what he is mostly. His insides are completely female, though growing up in a harsh environment, he found it easier and safer to be a boy.

Has the ability to change back into his human form, but doesn't know how to control this. He sometimes does it without knowing it and the logic behind it, if any, still eludes him.

He can also change into a dragon as a result of his DNA being infused with EMR's infection, the original reason of this having been to make him immune to fire so as to survive the massive burns inflicted upon him by the virus.
He can control this form freely, but isn't aware of its existence. He sometimes changes into it when running away as he gains a speed-boost in this form, the particular breed of dragon being a prey-animal, the deer-version of dragons, more or less.
His mentality becomes that of a lesser animal in this form, a dog or a cat, and he's more prone to let people touch him as he also becomes slightly more mellow and his more illogical fears subside.
He can breathe fire and soar in this form, but he's actually less likely to injure anyone as a dragon than as a deer or human.

He will sneeze off his mini-spell to symbolize this form, as he grows a few inches, becoming the size of an average TEF-stag. (number 2.)







RP guide

Scenarios which I am comfortable RP'ing Dorian into:

Violence
Fights
Injuries
Dismemberment (Please allow him a chance to get out of it!)
Blackouts
Mental manipulation
Flirting
NSFW-content including rape (exclusively off-site; contact me privately)
Torture
Non-permanent death

Off-limit topics:

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What can I say, he's my RP-whore XD



There's a new pussy in the woods.




He's under development, but will be developed in a tournament on DA.


The very concept of this song describes his mental state and stability quite well~



The only sane man in a world of lunatics.




~Personality~
~A small interview~


Argh, how'dyougetinhere?!
Oh... Uh, an interview?...
What the hell? Why'd you wanna interview me?
Interesting.
You think I'm interesting.
Were you dropped on your head or something?...
Argh! Alright! Alright! I'm sorry, I'll talk, just don't touch me!...
M-my name's Dorian... Dorian Bucks... Don't be surprised that you haven't heard about me, I'm a homeless, unemployed nobody who don't know nothin' 'bout anything.
R-really, I don't know anything! Stop looking at me like that! I-I don't like it when you stare!... When... When anyone stare... *whimper*
I lived with looking like this from birth! How'd YOU like people staring every time you walk outside of a door?
Not that I had a door to walk out of...
No, the burns are new... And yeah, the lack of nose too... hurt like hell too, if you must know!
Now can we please talk about something else than how God-damned-ugly I am?!...
*sigh*
No, I wasn't always a deer, that's a new thing too... "They" really like fucking around with my life and head... Who are "They?"
I'll tell you who!
A sadistic, all-powerful maniac with a pencil who controls my life! Stop staring at me, I swear it's true! I can feel them watching me, meddling with my life, altering my reality... *sigh-whimper* It's a nightmare!... My life is a living hell thanks to them!...
...
Yeah, you're backing away slowly now.
Figures.
I knew you wouldn't believe me! Nobody ever believes me!
I am not insane!!







~You're a crooked, jerky jockey and you drive a crooked horse~




~Relations~

New relations get added once I feel like Dorian has an opinion of them. These will be updated regularly.

Necroadigo - "Oh, God, not this guy... He's going to eat me one day, I just know it! The way he looks at me, licks me all the time!... He'sgonnarapeandeatme." *twitch*
Hmm... But... He's not all bad... He gave me food and a bed to sleep in, after all!... That's... good, right?...

"Smiling" Jack - Why... WHY do I always attract the psychos?! *whimperyelp*

Valturez - Val, don't ever leave me... I know you said you wouldn't, but... God, I don't know, I just... I care too much about you to lose you...

Salem - Oh jesus Christ, this place is BRIMMING with creeps! I KNOW he wants to rape me!

Tree - I really like this guy... I don't often really like anyone but he's so... Just so calm, so serene and so nice... I feel at ease around him...

Ida - Ida... God, you make me feel so strange... ♥

El Muerte Roja - I beat you! And if you ever come back again, I'm gonna repeat the success! So don't you dare showing your ugly face 'round me OR my girl you freakshow!











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Wow...o.o

Wow...o.o

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Yeah, I can make glitter-deer

Yeah, I can make glitter-deer too! >w< 'cept he doesn't glitter much and he's ugly as hell < _ <''
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Oh god soft. ;o;

Oh god soft. ;o;
-pindownstrokestroke-

For some reason, the whole 'trembles a lot' makes him endearing-- like a scared chihuahua. D:
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I love it. The design is

I love it. The design is genius.
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@Ocean: Aww, thanks! XD And

@Ocean: Aww, thanks! XD And it does, doesn't it? >w< Though I find his very appearance endearing, being weird as I am... Oh, well, that really IS a face only a mother can love : D

@DinahMoon: Aww, thanks! >w< And all I did was fool around with a pencil ^^'
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"Has this strange notion that

"Has this strange notion that his life is being controlled by some omnipotent being with a pencil."

Brilliant.
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Pfft, thanks XD I always

Pfft, thanks XD I always wondered what would happen if a character became aware of himself as a character~
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Updated~

Updated~
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"There's a new pussy in the

"There's a new pussy in the woods."

HAHAHAHAHA. Made my day.
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Always glad to entertain

Always glad to entertain XD
And amazed that you actually read through it! : D
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updated and beautified~

updated and beautified~
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&hearts; I need to talk to



I need to talk to you more.
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Oh, sure, that'd be nice! >w<

Oh, sure, that'd be nice! >w<
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Updated relations

Updated relations
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I will act on this desire. I

I will act on this desire.
I think I'll ask our little birdy~ ♥
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Track =)

Track =)
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@Serenai: That would be much

@Serenai: That would be much appreciated, my good mate >w<

@Midnightrose: Thanks! >w<
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Now, to catch the flighty

Now, to catch the flighty beauty at the right time!
A task on its own.

I'd like to meet this character of yours sometime.
Strange we've never met.
Not to our knowing.
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True! >w< But then again, I'm

True! >w< But then again, I'm so rarely in-forest, I'm almost as rare a sight as the Gods TwT;; But I'd love to RP, if you want? >w< This guy, I know, is going to be confusing and offending to some in-forest, so I think I'll keep him as an RP-character TwT;;
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Update-bumpiness~

Update-bumpiness~

Hogod....that face...and the

Hogod....that face...and the lyrics...<3

-You're a crooked jerky jocky and you drive a crooked hoss...

Hehehehehe. Don't mind me, I'm just your insane bio-stalker. :3
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Oh, I don't mind at all! : D

Oh, I don't mind at all! : D cookie? ^w^ *offers one*
And trust me, that face is just pure FUN to draw XD

Why thank you. *takes and

Why thank you. *takes and nibbles*
I can imagine. Sleepy eye, missing nose, creepy grin-smile thing. Hehehehee.

Good lord, this bio has me in a fit. I'm giggling more than Jack does. XD
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Holy shit, is it that fun? XD

Holy shit, is it that fun? XD

Indeed. My, I would love to

Indeed. My, I would love to torment him a bit, if you wouldn't mind. Hehehe.
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Not at all! : D I love to

Not at all! : D I love to have people torment my durr~ Especially this guy, I though he wouldn't really get accepted by you guys XD

//Okay then. Hehe.// Looming

//Okay then. Hehe.//

Looming over the creature as he followed him wherever he was going. He enjoyed this new target, yes he did. So twitchy, flinchy. Vunerable. He hadn't been around any others since his return to the forest up until now, and what a great way for him to start.

His methods of stalking were disturbing to all, but with how this one was acting he knew he was really getting under his skin. The huge black beast would occasionally gain speed and run his chest over the other's rump before backing off with an odd giggle. A chilling, wordless reminder that the other was still being stalked.
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-And everytime he did so, the

-And everytime he did so, the scared, petite deer would shriek in terror and run even faster than before, tearing through bushes, grass and the occasional young tree. It left him quite a few scratches and cuts and bruises, but nothing so serious he wouldn't keep running... Fear really did give this guy wings, he didn't even look back to watch his pursuer, only ran on as fast as his peculiar legs would carry him, after a while whimpering loudly as fatigue started to take its toll...
"Leave me alone, already!!" He shrieked, voice tired and quivering with a mix of terror, panic and a whole lot of other fear-induced emotions.

The black stag said nothing.

The black stag said nothing. What was the little creature going to do about it? Faint? He giggled and clicked his jaws. His endurance was nearly endless, but with how fast the little one was running him he was slowly becoming fatigued as well. A few moments of silent, slowed running.

"Oh no, no no no, keke. You are too much fun."

He jabbed his head forward and nipped the deer's haunches with his black crocodile teeth.

"And learn to live with it. Kekekekeeh."
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Another terrified shriek as

Another terrified shriek as the buck felt the teeth on his skin, his long and soft coat providing little to no protection, due to the thinness of the hairs and their soft nature. He jumped even further ahead, landing slightly clumsily on his legs, obviously getting rather tired, panic reeking off of him like an expensive perfume.
(Ohshitohshitohshit, I gotta find a place to hide!!!) He though frantically, looking around, feeling his energy about to run out, legs growing heavy and clumsy underneath him and lunges heaving for breath.
Spotting a slim chance, he made an extraordinarily quick turn to the right, heading as fast as he could for that great collection of rocks known as The Playground, ducking for cover under the tilted rock, then immediately veering to the side, wedging himself between two rocks, in a space only big enough for a minideer of his statue to fit into.
(FUCKIhopehecan'treachme!!)
He was out of breath and trembling badly, not to mention giving off a heavy smell of blood... Geez, his leg hardly ever got the time to heal up before another dash through the forest tore up old wounds and left bright crimson where-ever he went.

He was giggling up until the

He was giggling up until the buck decided to turn.

The large stag was strong and fast, deceptively thin underneath two layers of fur, but unfortunately he had a rather stiff spine. His head turned to follow the buck but his body could not, and as he tried he skidded out and hit the ground with enough force to shake a few nearby trees.

"Ow. Shit."

He rolled onto his back, sprawling playfully -- he actually looked rather innocent for a moment as he flopped helplessly. But he swiftly rolled onto his legs and walked in the direstion he had seen the buck turn. He made a wide circle around The Playground before stopping, apparently giving up. He liked the Playground, unfortunately for Dorian. It was his favourite sitting place. His favourite cave -- the slanted rock.

He trotted on over, humming what sounded like a lullaby, twisted and mangled in his vocal chords. He knew the smell and knew where it was the whole time. The stench of decay and blood and sickness was powerful now. Rather than being repelled like most deer would be, he was attracted like a moth to a flame. As he dropped his body to the ground, he chuckled and finished the lullaby.

"Ashes to ashes, we all fall down. Beheeheehee."
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In his small hiding-place,

In his small hiding-place, Dorian shivered.
He'd managed to get his starved body rather deep in there, the only part of him visible being his yellow eyes as they reflected the slight amount of light coming from the outside world.
Biting his lower lip to keep his teeth from chattering, he kept himself perfectly still if not for the shivering, so far in there that it'd be close to impossible to reach him... and damn difficult for himself to get out of there.
But he didn't much care, as long as that... that beast couldn't reach him, it was all good.
Now, he had time to think up a plan...
(Hmm... He's strong and fast, but not as agile as me... Argh, that really took it out of my back, though... Auch... But maybe, with a few sharp turns, Id' be able to shake him off?... Hmm, maybe at the pond... I could try and hide in the water, it'd disguise my smell... But he looks like a good swimmer, I'd be dead in a second... Oh God, what do I do?!...)
He fought bravely to suppress a whimper which was aching his throat badly.
He was so scared... Hadn't been so scared in a long time!

He heard the very faint

He heard the very faint rustle of fur on stone beside him. The creature's great black head cocked at an unnatural angle, causing his horns to collide with the rock and produce a brief shower of sparks.

"Kekekeh."

At this point, it would seem like he was giggling at nothing, and he probably was. He was laying with his belly towards the opening, as if he was expecting Dorian to try to run out and straight into his fangy jaws. He chuckled, no smile upon his lipless crocodile face. He tried to edge his head under the gap and pull the buck out, but to no avail.

"Come on out, little one."

He giggled again. Through a gap between his primary fangs, he slipped a turquoise tongue, tasting the air. Another giggle.

"I only want to play. Kekeh, I won't hurt you bad."
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Though this only resulted in

Though this only resulted in making the buck back up even more, skin scraping against rock, creating a neat, little cut, the aroma of blood only intensifying.
Dorian cringed and whimpered silently, closing his eyes as he made himself as small as possible, trembling badly, snapping panicky at the tongue in front of him.
"Not a chance! Leave me alone, I'm not coming out!..." He yelped, shaking his head in what little space he had, making lavender mix with the smell of fear, decay and blood.
(How the hell am I getting out of this?!)

He pulled his head out and

He pulled his head out and scoffed before shaking out his mane and giggling.

"Fine. I can wait."

No one was invincible, and the black and red stag knew that better than anyone. Eventually, the buck would need water, food, and fresh air. It was a waiting game to the beast, emphasis on game. He was no patient creature, unless he was trying to play with someone. This being the case, he woud remain firmly planted until the little buck came out or either one of them died of exhaustion or dehydration. To pass the time, he began to hum (or rather growl/groan) Ring Around the Rosies like a simple schoolchild.
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All the while Dorian's mind

All the while Dorian's mind was racing.
He couldn't just run out, that'd be suicide.
He couldn't sneak out the back door, because there wasn't one.
A distraction would have to be heaven-sent and the creature in front of him looked both powerful, healthy and well-fed. He was weak, sickly and starving.
There was grass growing at his feet and moss on the rocks, but he'd yet to get himself used to eating like a deer... He was so hungry, more than once he'd gotten dizzy while running from this thing, nearly fainted at that great-big tree too...
He sighed, lungs wheezing.
He was so tired... and probably dead by the looks of the situation... So he decided... to talk.
"So, why're you hunting me anyway?..." He said, voice tired, hollow and sounding like he could hardly breathe, all of it true, as the rocks were squeezing his sides badly, allowing only limited breath.

The stag was making himself

The stag was making himself comfortable, laying on the ground with his hindlegs out behind him. As the buck spoke, he was turning over little rocks with his nose to find little bugs - which he ate like candies. He munched up a long-legged spider before responding.

"Why would you chase a rolling stone or a dragonfly, olenenok?"

He blinked and turned over some more rocks, hunting for more bugs. Before the buck could answer, he jammed his head back under the rock and dug with his forehooves, snarling and growling in his own frustration. This stag was off his rocker -- one moment peaceful and even docile, stark raving mad the next. He lay there with his hooves just missing the other's chest, glowing purple eyes shut and cloaked in the blackness of his eyelids, mouth open and panting hot grey frost.

"Olenenok! Come out!"
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Dorian screamed in terror as

Dorian screamed in terror as the stag suddenly moved, fighting desperately to get further away, scraping his back hooves against the ground to try and dig, even managing a slight hole which he kept working at desperately.
He could almost feel those claws ripping at his flesh, those teeth sinking into his body, crushing fragile bone, consuming him, ripping him to pieces... He shook his head, whimpering, kicking with his hind-legs, trying as best as he could to dig another way out, only to be met by rocks that chipped his hooves painfully.
He whimpered, giving a small sob.
"No! I won't! Not if you're gonna hurt me!" He shrieked, his voice loud and brave despite his flinching, scared and terrified demeanour. The black stag wasn't the only one who could turn on a penny.

/stalk

/stalk

"You're only making it

"You're only making it rougher than it must be."

He pulled back out, but kept his eyes locked on the crevace.

"I'll give you a one minute headstart. Promise."

At this, the creature chuckled deeply and backed away from the crevace. Not that such a headstart would actually make a difference - he was fine tuned to capture quick, scented prey.
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@Ryff: But this quick,

@Ryff: But this quick, scented prey just sighed, trying to move his limbs... and failing.
He was out of energy. Completely drained. And it didn't help much that he hadn't eaten for two days.
He was feeling dizzy again... Something not good!
The world was going blurry... Sound was mixing itself into one long, shrill note... He could smell onions and taste blood; This wasn't good at all!
He gasped, breath leaving him critically. He had to lie his head down, had to wedge his ribs out from between the rocks... But then the beast would be able to reach him.
Whimpering in panic, still drifting further and further off, he decided... To try and do what he had to.
He moved just enough for his ribs to stop constricting him, laying his head down on the ground carefully, closing his eyes... just waiting for it all to pass.
He was trembling slightly less... And that moss over there had a bit of dew in it... He could drink that to recover, once this was over...
Just in a second...

@Jala: Aww, thanks! : D

His ears perked at the

His ears perked at the scraping sound he was making.

"Finally coming out! Kekekeh."

He sensed that something was wrong now. Not a sound from the buck, only the rattle of breath and scrape of fur.

"Where did you go?"

He put his nose under the crevice and sniffed. Drowsiness, exhaustion. The smell of sugars associated with every living being was faint with this one. Before the boy would be able to react, the stag chomped at a foot and tried to pull the other one out of hiding before he died in there.
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Groaning slightly and jerking

Groaning slightly and jerking at the jaws, the buck hardly even moved, being both dehydrated, starved and exhausted, now on the very edge of fainting too... But the sudden relief of pressure from his lunges helped a lot and he immediately blinked his eyes half-open, gasping for breath, limp and fragile.
He shuddered as consciousness kept evading him, turning tired eyes to look at the black stag, the trembling returning as a heatwave rushed over him briefly.
He didn't even move, there was just something endlessly... begging in those tired eyes...
Please don't hurt me...

He released his grip and

He released his grip and lifted his head, scenting the air for danger. He then trotted out of the cave and towards the forest, finding a patch of small saplings. The stag grabbed the upper half of a sapling in his maw and twisted, snapping it off. He then ran back to the cave and dropped the leafy part of the sapling in front of the other. Then he sat down and began to nibble on a few leaves himself, despite the odd tate they left in his mouth.
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Slowly, the buck came to. He

Slowly, the buck came to.
He groaned weakly, blinking his eyes to clear them, not daring to lift his head yet for fear of the blood leaving it yet again.
He did look around, though, disorientated, giving the sapling a confused look before his eyes fell on the dark stag... and he gave a jerk and a gasp, body immediately tensing again.
He stared at his past pursuer, swallowing once, nailed to the spot from still being a little dizzy, his eyes still not focusing properly yet... He was obviously frightened and for good reason. The stag had hunted him all over the forest just minutes ago, not to mention snapped at him and tried to eat him!...
At least in Dorian's mind.
He said not a word... His throat was dry as a desert and knotting itself over...
He just stared...

And he stared back. He

And he stared back. He couldn't chew, for he had no molars, but he was snipping the leaves into tiny pieces with his teeth as he stared with purple eyes at the other.

"Water?"

He asked, still nibbling away at the leaves. He liked to stalk, learn about others, play chase, and occasionally he really would hunt deer, but he was not hunting Dorian. His games were frightening to most, and he was used to that. That's what was so much fun for him.
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Not believing his eyes and

Not believing his eyes and still not saying a word, Dorian nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on the stag in front of him, jaw hanging slightly open.
His body was still rigid and trembling from the scare, but he kept curiously still, frozen in either fear... or simple astonishment at this sudden very unexpected turn of events.
You could even see the cogs turning inside his head as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on and what had happened while he was out.

He got up and headed for the

He got up and headed for the lake, not entirely sure how he would cart water to his playmate (whether he wanted to be his playmate or not). He waded into the water and suddenly had an idea. To everyone else, it looked like he was beating the shit out of a tree, when he was simply grinding most of the wood out of it and leaving the bark in a perfect cylinder. The stag picked it up sideways, gentle enough not to puncture or crack the bark, and swept it through the lake. In the end, it held a good amount of water, but he had to hold his head sideways to carry it without spilling.

He walked back, slowly enough not to spill, and set the giant cup down beside the buck.

"No playmates get hurt unless I want them to. Kekekeh."
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Swallowing drily, Dorian gave

Swallowing drily, Dorian gave the stag a nervous look before slowly and cautiously lowering his head, carefully sticking out a small, pink tongue to drink from the water, being too weak and too confused to protest at all.
He carefully kept his eyes on the stag at all times, his gaze nervously flinching to the crevice he'd hid in just moments ago, as if assuring himself that it was still there, ready for his disposal should the stag attack him again.
with great difficulty he swallowed a mouthful of water, already looking a little better; colour was returning to his lips and though his fur still looked rather ruffled, it revealed an increasing lack of trembles.
The buck took a deep breath, as if preparing himself to leap into cold water.
"So you... You don't want to kill me?..." He muttered carefully, arching his back in a way so he could make himself even smaller, revealing a newly-acquired chip on one of his exposed spinal chords. Running around with a giant hole in your back didn't look like a particularly good idea at this point.

He grunted and bit off

He grunted and bit off another leaf.

"Nah, I'm not hungry enough. Kekekekeh."

The stag laughed, fiddling with the leaf in his mouth. (Of course I don't want to kill you, silly. I would've already done it, kekeh.) He snickered again at his own thoughts. Noticing the wound, he leaned forward and gave it a careful sniff. Blood, decay, fear...lavender? The bull chuckled once more.

"You smell like a flower growing out of a corpse."

The stag said bluntly, shaking out his mane.