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.)
Wow...o.o
Yeah, I can make glitter-deer
Oh god soft. ;o;
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For some reason, the whole 'trembles a lot' makes him endearing-- like a scared chihuahua. D:
I love it. The design is
@Ocean: Aww, thanks! XD And
@DinahMoon: Aww, thanks! >w< And all I did was fool around with a pencil ^^'
"Has this strange notion that
Brilliant.
Pfft, thanks XD I always
Updated~
"There's a new pussy in the
HAHAHAHAHA. Made my day.
Always glad to entertain
And amazed that you actually read through it! : D
updated and beautified~
♥ I need to talk to
I need to talk to you more.
Oh, sure, that'd be nice! >w<
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I will act on this desire. I
I think I'll ask our little birdy~ ♥
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@Serenai: That would be much
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Now, to catch the flighty
A task on its own.
I'd like to meet this character of yours sometime.
Strange we've never met.
Not to our knowing.
True! >w< But then again, I'm
Update-bumpiness~
Hogod....that face...and the
-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
Oh, I don't mind at all! : D
And trust me, that face is just pure FUN to draw XD
Why thank you. *takes and
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
Holy shit, is it that fun? XD
Indeed. My, I would love to
Not at all! : D I love to
//Okay then. Hehe.// Looming
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.
-And everytime he did so, the
"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.
"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."
Another terrified shriek as
(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
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."
In his small hiding-place,
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
"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."
Though this only resulted in
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
"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.
All the while Dorian's mind
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
"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!"
Dorian screamed in terror as
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
"You're only making it
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.
@Ryff: But this quick,
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...
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His ears perked at the
"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.
Groaning slightly and jerking
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
Slowly, the buck came to. He
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
"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.
Not believing his eyes and
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 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."
Swallowing drily, Dorian gave
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
"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.