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
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MY PAGE. /runs
/runs
One freak to another, this
Alrighty, I'll just start~ I'll set it a little time into the future, once Dorian's healed up more >w<
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It had been two weeks since EMR had attacked him.
He was feeling better day by day, living off of rainwater, new grass and Tree's rejuvenating fruit, making him heal up quickly and painlessly.
He still couldn't move around a whole lot and when he did it was with stiff limbs and a heavy limp. So what possessed him to go to Der Drinkplaats that day was completely beyond him. Maybe he'd just smelled something funny, or maybe it was the magic of the place calling to him...
He sat down outside the mushroom circle with a sigh.
He'd go there often... but he'd never enter.
Something just told him he really shouldn't enter...
GAH, EMR, you little
Christoffer inched around the
The fawn watched with interest as the other deer sat. Her curiosity was piqued. She tried not to stare, because she probably looked just as bad but still... At least she had a nose!
She took another step forward, her movements practised yet still organic.
Another step, her actions silent.
It was risky. He was going to spot her soon.
Just one more step... she promised herself.
She stretched her limb forward.
And just as the dainty fawn
"Who's there?..." asked the face as it looked the fawn over... and didn't seem the least bit bothered by her looks.
Well, looking like HE did, he would be a hypocrite if he got bothered by HER face...
He staggered slightly, getting to his legs, swaying momentarily, obviously in pain from those nasty-looking wounds covering his back, chest and legs.
He kept his distance... waiting... Watching...
Damn it had spotted her.
"U-um..." she stuttered, unable to form words, "I-I-I'm C-Christoffer. P-please, I d-didn't mean... I-I'm not... I-I-I-I...!"
Finally she trailed off and her head slumped forward, hiding her face in a shadow. Though not neccesary, it was her instict to do so. She peered up.
"S-s-s-s-sorry!" her voice cracked a little, as if she was about to cry. But Christoffer didn't want that. Tears hurt when they fell from her eyes and ran across her puckered skin. So no crying for Christoffer - If she could manage.
But a look of surprise came
"Uh... It's okay, you didn't do anything..." He said, slowly getting to his hooves, limping and groaning as he did.
He approached her with quiet, cautious steps, doubt and suspicion in his mind per instinct, though his sense of logic (however small it may be) told him a fawn was unlikely to hurt him in any way.
"H-hey, don't be sad..." He tried hesitantly; he had little to no experience with comforting others...
Christoffer sighed quietly.
"I'm not sad," she explained, "I'm..." she paused. It would make her look weak if she carried on but did that really matter? Anyone that wasn't deaf, blind and without a sense of smell would know she wasn't exactly someone who could fight back or, even, someone that could fight.
"...Scared." she suddenly whispered, her head dropping again, "I'm scared."
... A look of pity came over
A look of pity came over Dorian's face... But not just pity. No, it was so much more than that... It was recognition, sympathy...
He felt that looking at this young fawn was like looking into a mirror from beyond time and space...
Before him stood a young, misunderstood girl, malformed and scared, even of things that were harmless to her... Outcast, tormented by her own mind, held back in shackles of fear...
His throat tightened.
"It's okay... Nothing to be scared of, I'm not gonna hurt you..." He said softly, moving closer still, reaching out to sniff her gently.
"what're you scared of?..." He asked in a voice he couldn't even recognise as his own for the maturity and sympathy in it.
*Ninja-smoke puffs up*
Athelia.
Likes.
You.
*Disappears in a cloud of smoke*
Her muscles tightened as he
She brushed her skull with her knee. It was just a method of stalling.
"I-I... I'm s-scared of everyth-thing. And then when you s-s-s-saw me, I th-thought y-you'd... u-um... k-kill me." her voice was small as she stammered, her knees shaking slightly. She fidgeted a little bit, as if itching to run... but that would be rude. She would wait until she was injured; that would be be a good time to run.
@EternalQueen: *startled
XD
Dorian likes her too >w<
@bluejay: But the purple buck only gave a strange, little smile.
"Heh, I'm hurt badly, kid, there's no way I could hurt you, even if I didn't get a heart attack at the thought of touching other people..." He sighed and laid down in the grass, looking like the least threatening creature in existence.
"What's your name?" He asked, still keeping his voice soft and gentle. He was looking at her face as he spoke, but not in a freaked-out or disgusted manner... Only in the kind of manner one would a normal person when speaking to them... His strange eyes were gentle, inviting and welcoming... There was no way on earth this creature was going to attack the fragile fawn.
"Christoffer," she replied,
She studied him closely. It had been a long time since someone looked at her normally. It was nice.
Then she nodded slightly, "Why don't you just run from fights? It's what I do." added the fawn quietly. His quiet tone had soothed away her stutter and let her relax. She also sat, but not too close, keeping in mind how he didn't like to be touched.
-crawls through-
@bluejay: He tilted his head
Christoffer? For a girl?...
He then did a mental shrug.
Well, s'pose it's no difference from "Dorian"... He thought in his jumbled mind.
He smiled.
"I'm Dorian." He said, still with that calm tone. This little fawn was so much like him, it was almost uncanny...
He gave a small sigh at her question.
"Sometimes you can't run... My friends were in danger, I couldn't just leave them..." He said, smiling sadly as his gaze turned foggy and distant.
Friends...
He'd never had any before. And that was why he would under no circumstances leave them.
@Little: *noms* Ryffles!~
-is nommed- Chickers!~ i
i have now stalked this bio 3 times. >:3
Funny, ain't it? XD
DK actually. owo Heheh~
Heheh~
___> I know < w < *creepy
I know < w < *creepy stalker-smile*
Dorian she thought, Suites
It had gained her approval - although if it hadn't she couldn't do anything, anyway.
"I guess that makes sense... If your friends mean that much to you. I-I don't have anyone like that. I suppose I never did, either." There was a grimace in Christoffer's voice as she said it.
"So... What's it like?" she asked, genuinely curious.
This may be a bother, but
@bluejay: And Dorian
"Ohr, it's fantastic! It's like this warm feeling every time you look at them, knowing they'll always be there... They'll never leave you..." He trailed off, a sad look coming over his face.
"I never had friends before them either..." He suddenly looked at the fawn, tilting his head.
"Where're you from?" He was getting curious too. Maybe she'd had a similar past to him too, maybe they were similar like that too... Maybe he could help her not ending up as fucked-up as him...
@Raindrops: A bother? What have you been smoking to give you that idea? I'd LOVE to RP a bit with him! OwO I just read his bio and he seems really interesting! >w<
-insert shifty eyes- Heh,
Heh, thank you~ You can start if you like. I'm terrible at starting. XDD;
I'm a little down on
Dorian sighed as he lay down in the grass. It prickled the bare skin where the claw of EMR had slashed him, burning away his fur and boiling his flesh, making him flinch and give a small whimper.
He was laying near the pond; he kept close to water ever since that day. He knew he wouldn't be able to run, not with that great gash on his one hind leg, not to mention all the other injuries only amplified this fact.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Should another predator find him, he was fucked.
He was just hoping that wouldn't happen until he healed some more...
Blades of grass were crushed
Immediately as the purple
And he screamed.
It wasn't very loud or long, it was more of a weak cry of startlement; he was too drained to manage anything else.
He stared at the approaching, growling stranger with a big, scared yellow eye, taking the growling as hostility... Indeed, as any animal in his state would.
"Don'tcomecloser!" He blurted out, struggling to get up from the ground. Not an easy task when he was still healing from all the horrible injuries. Heck, he could hardly move.
Both ears flattened in
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I want to give Dorian a hug. T_T;
Perplexed by this behaviour,
The purple buck looked around desperately for backup, but for once, he was alone at the pond... The most crowded place in the forest and he was alone... He groaned inwardly and sent a curse out to the one holding the pencil.
He saw the creature slinking back and noticed the noise it made going from growl to purr... It calmed his frantic heart down just a little bit...
Maybe this thing wasn't out to eat him, even if it looked like it easily could...
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That'd just freak him out even more XD
Still purring, he advanced
updated~
All the while Dorian was
He couldn't comprehend this; something obviously predatory in the forest faced with a wounded-to-near-death-buck... and it wasn't attacking?... It was fishy to say the least.
He wet his lips as it tilted its head, willing to take a wild stab in the dark, as usual. In any case, it seemed to understand speech...
"Uh... You asking if I'm okay?..." He tried timidly, sinking back a little, still rattled by the creature's strange appearance.
He winced as he put weight on his injured leg and promptly jerked to shift his weight onto the other leg, giving him a hunched-over stance, head held low... The perfect stance for a bite to the neck.
He swallowed as fear flooded his system again, something any predator could easily smell.
Eyes wide, she listned
"That sounds fantastic! Pity though..." she trailed of, sighing lightly.
"Where am I from? Oh, um, I'm not entirely sure where it was... It was just another forest - much like this. But my mother died after my brother was still born." inwardly, she did a double take. Why was she... spilling her guts? Her mouth continued moving, however.
"I still remember her eyes!" she whispered, her voice cracking again.
Stop it, Christoffer! You can't break down - not now! she blinked rapidly, trying in vain to clear her eyes.
As he spoke, he dipped his
@Bluejay: Dorian bit his
"I'm so sorry..." He said, voice a near-whisper as he remembered his own mother, the only person who ever truly loved him... He shivered as he remembered what a lifetime of abuse, drugs and fighting to survive had done to her...
Dying would have been a much kinder fate for her...
He shook his head, closing his eye, composing himself. He remembered a few of the things his mum would do to calm him down and comfort him... This fawn didn't have a mother and she needed to be comforted... He shifted a little closer.
"Were they beautiful?..." He asked, a small smile on his lips.
"How about when she was smiling at you?..." He asked, trying to take the fawn's mind off of the gloom of death and back onto the light of life... She was too young to carry such sorrow.
@Raindrops: Seeing this, Dorian's jaw dropped for a moment.
Was this creature really trying to be friendly?...
The tag caught his attention and he tilted his head, squinting at it, piecing this little puzzle together in his tiny mind.
"...You're... not naturally a predator, are you?..." He asked, relaxing a little bit as he spoke. If this creature wanted to kill him, it would have done so long ago.
He swallowed, shifting his stance, wanting to lie down again.
Standing brought him such pain...
One of his paws scraped at
@Raindrops: Dorian was
"Oh... Uh, I'm sorry..." He mumbled timidly, slowly sinking himself down onto the ground again.
If the creature attacked now, he was going to scream.
He bit his lip nervously as he kept his eye on the strange thing... Didn't seem hostile at all...
Swallowing, he sniffed at it hesitantly from afar... Fat lot of good that did him, when the smell of his own festering wounds overpowered pretty much everything around him.
He needed them cleaned, but Ida or Tree wasn't around... And even though they were his friends, he wouldn't let even them near his wounds. Instinct and ancient phobias forbade him that...
He winced quietly again as the grass pricked his exposed skin and burned wounds... It'd been a long time since he'd been in that much daily pain...
She took a deep
"Don't be sorry; it's not your fault." she said in a small voice. Another deep breath.
"Her... Her eyes were liquid gold, flecked with brown. They were... beautiful. But... I never saw her smile. Not once. Daddy told me, though, that when she did smiled... the birds sang songs for her. He said that when she laughed, the clouds parted so the sun could shine extra brightly for her and when she slept... the whole world hushed as to keep her at peace." Christoffer closed her eyes.
"Daddy always had a way with words." her voice was serene, a smile laced throughout. she had noticed Dorian come closer and was grateful. Though not quite touching, it was enough to comfort her, make her feel safer.
He let out a sound that
The buck needed his wounds tending to, or he was sure that they would only get worse. His nose wrinkled as the buzz of a fly could be heard near the open injury. His thin tongue lolled from his mouth, though he had no intention of licking at the slash; he only tilted his head in thought, rumbling quietly. Though he had only just met the buck, he'd found him at, what seemed to be, the brink of death.
@bluejay: As Dorian listened
He gave a small sigh.
"She sounds wonderful... Heh, and now we know where you got your personality from, eh?" He said with a small chuckle, tilting his head.
"Where's your father now, though?..." He asked, already fearing the answer... He could see it in her eyes, this child was alone... Just as alone as he'd been, and longing for a kind hand or welcoming word.
@Raindrops: Hearing the fly, Dorian twitched and bit at it angrily.
God, he hated flies!
As it flew away he whimpered and groomed the wound softly, though it did little to clean it. He was inexperienced and flinched away at the slightest touch of pain.
He sighed.
"Goddammit... It's the last time I pick a fight with a virus..." He said, talking as much to the creature in front of him as to himself. He couldn't quite figure out why, but he wanted to talk to this... thing. It was intelligent and it almost seemed to worry about him...
He, too, whimpered as Dorian
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edit- What do you think of the noh mask? D'you think another mask would suit the 'eyeless' and 'pale' theme better? :c I was thinking of the crying mask, but idk ...
For the first time since
"Yes... yes, I suppose." she said, her eyes showing her smile.
"Daddy. He's gone. In the same fire that made me like this." she replied. Her voice was short; her throat clamming up again. She sounded even more grieved than she had when talking about her mother, if that were possible.
"Daddy..." she carried on speaking, "Daddy was the biggest stag I've ever seen. He had a black pelt - but it was a nice black and it was so soft. I haven't felt anything like it since. Although I suppose that could just be because I can't feel anything on my face." she shrugged.
"Mother gave birth to me, but Daddy was my parent." she finished.
@Raindrops: Making Dorian
"Yeah, this big guy... Has a nasty claw that can burn stuff..." He shuddered, looking back at his many new wounds as he spoke.
"Doesn't like water, though... Which is why I'm here..." He said, gazing out at the serenely silent pond.
He frowned.
He needed to go wash his injuries, it was the only way he could clean them without the help of others... He was just lucky he'd managed to drag himself out there while the wounds were still fresh, or he would have been much worse off...
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Oh, I don't really know, what does that look like again? XD;;
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@bluejay: Dorian frowned as she spoke.
It was horrible for someone so young to lose both their parents... AND get burned to indistinction at the same time. He shuddered lightly.
"You miss him a lot, huh?... I would too if I'd had a dad that nice..." He said with a small smile as even more memories started floating around his mind.
His dad at the bars he frequented, drinking the money away, hitting his mother... He'd never as much been a father to Dorian as just another guy in his life. He'd never FELT like a father, much less acted like one.
He wished he could have had a father like Christoffer's, if even for just a few years...
Her reply was a simple
"But... Mister Dorian - what about you? I mean, what happened to your nose, your leg, your back?" her eyebrows knitted into a frown.
"Oh, um, only if you don't mind me asking!" she added hastily.
The hybrid shuddered, his
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The crying mask? It's, uh ... A pale humanoid face, with eyes that seem to be hollow, with tears of blood. XD
DOUBLE POST ALL THE WAY
so intense.
@bluejay: Having been so busy
He shook his head.
"I don't mind... It's a long story, though, and I don't remember half of it... Most of it's because a bunch of crazy people locked me up in an asylum and made me fight my way out..." He shuddered at the memory.
"-But these recent ones are from a..." He had to bite his lip t stop himself from swearing here.
"A really nasty piece of... work who kept stalking me... That guy who went after my friends, see?" he said, hate boiling under his skin at the thought of EMR...
@Raindrops: Following the movements of the strange creature with his eye, Dorian slowly felt less and less uncomfortable about it... He finally understood that the creature only wanted to help... and he gave a nod.
"Yeah, good idea... might get rid of the flies, huh?..." He said, giving a small, slightly nervous chuckle, hoisted himself up on four (Well, three) legs and staggered down into the water.
His burns sizzled quietly as the water touched them and he hissed; some of EMR's poison was still in them... What kept him alive and the infection from spreading was a mystery.
What does it MEAN?! XD
XD
A gentle nod, and another
And as it were, that strange
He stared at him intently, still suspicious about that... whatever it was. His trust wasn't easily earned.
"You're not gonna eat me, right?..." He said, more a reassurance to himself than a question to the creature, even if it was veiled as one.
He took a deep breath, relaxing a little as the creature didn't come closer and carefully went back to cleaning his wounds, whimpering and twitching as he did so.
Unnatural circumstances made him immune to the virus he had been infected with, but even the slightest touch to the wounds sent shockwaves of fiery pain through his skin.
He stopped with a wince, trembling and curling up, trying to suppress a cry of pain. Those wounds... they felt like they were going to kill him.
Seeing the buck's reaction,