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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Sensitivity: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*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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Sensitivity: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*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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Sensitivity: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*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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Scent: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Sensitivity: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*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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Sensitivity: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*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!
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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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"Th-that sounds horrible."

"Th-that sounds horrible." Christoffer sighed. "Why do these things happen? And why to us? Why not someone else?"
It was almost a philisophical question and not easy to tell who it was aimed at. The question was not specifically aimed at Dorian - more to the world in general.

"I can... I mean, would you like some help with those?" she asked, nodding to his most recent wounds.
Whoever did that MUST have been a "nasty piece of work!" she mused to herself.
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@Raindrops: All the while the

@Raindrops: All the while the buck sighed and audibly relaxed in the water, his eye still fixed on the creature on the shore.
"..." He hesitated... Every instinct told him to run, but he couldn't... this creature... it was too kind...
Biting his lower lip, he moved just a little closer... one... shaky... step.
"...You got a name?..." He mumbled timidly, reaching back once more to clean the wound, and just as quickly drawing away from it in pain.
Good lord, he was never going to get them clean like that...

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Fffff, you ninja XD

@bluejay: Dorian sighed sighed solemnly at her question.
"Because the universe needs a punchbag... Some people get all the luck, while life takes every frustration out on us..." He glared at the sky.
"-Or it's because they just. won't. leave us. alone!" he hissed through his teeth, a glare that could burn people to dust directed at the cottony clouds above.
He sighed again and shook his head.
"N... No thank you... It's really nice of you to offer, but..." He shook his head, closed his eyes and gave a small, stifled whimper-groan.
"I... I just can't allow you..."

A slow shake of the head.

A slow shake of the head. No... But he tilted his head, letting the tag flash once more, the silver, engraved numbers visible. Then a little nod.
The stag sighed, watching the buck withdraw from the wound with a hiss of pain. Another shake of the head, the fur around his neck swaying gently as he did so~
Once again, the thin, black tongue lolled from his mouth and he bent, lowering his head onto the ground before untucking his legs and resting his neck on his paws. A stick brushed against a burn on his exposed underbelly, making him wince slightly in pain but quickly shaking it off. Despite his size, the creature was in actual fact rather scrawny under the thick coat of fur that covered his body, and had little to no pain tolerance.

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I decided to make him floofy all over. c:
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Dorian squinted at the tag,

Dorian squinted at the tag, tilting his head to read it better.
"125?..." He mumbled slowly. He wasn't good with numbers, partially due to his lack of education, and it took him a small moment to read it. But he did it none the less and even felt accomplished for it.
But as 125 flinched in pain he flinched a step... but not backwards.
"Are you okay?!..." He squeaked, worry entering his heart like lightning from a clear sky.
He wasn't even sure why he was worried about this creature, he'd only just met it...

It's "152", btw. But idk if

It's "152", btw. But idk if that was Dorian mixing up the numbers, aha~

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152 nodded, lifting his head once more.
When Dorian took a step forwards, his voice lined with concern, the stag tilted his head. Wasn't he the one who, only just a moment ago, was shrinking in fear from him? Even so, the beast dipped his head, though his heart was still racing from the sudden jolt of pain. He pushed his paw beneath him, dragging the bent stick out and throwing it to the side. Fine, he whispered in his head; the creature whined gently, nodding again, tiny nose wrinkling again~
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Nope, that was me having a

Nope, that was me having a derp XD;;

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Making Dorian tilt his head, a look of scared concern on his malformed face.
"soft-skinned, huh?..." He asked, taking that little step back again, but not in fear, rather to try and clean his wounds again.
He was NOT going to be defeated by a few flesh-wounds and they'd better know it!
He was getting less afraid... maybe that small show of vulnerability comforted him somehow... Reassured him that 152 was just as much a living, thinking, feeling being as himself and shouldn't be judged upon looks alone... After all, who was he to decide the value of a being on basis of what it looked like?

Yes, that sounds just about

Yes, that sounds just about right. But... Oh I don't know! I deserve to feel in pain every time I blink, I deserved that! I'm sure of it... But she really wasn't sure. With an almost imperceptible shake of her head she carried on listening, but flinched as Dorian's voice hardened. Oh yes, she knew how that felt.
"I don't like it, Dorian. It's... it's... horrible!" it was obvious, she knew but she had to spit it out. It was something she had always done.

"But, are you sure? I'm pretty good." her tone was lighter, a smile in her eyes. She knew he didn't like to be touched... but surely he would rather his wounds be cleaned?
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But he shook his head,

But he shook his head, drawing back just a little, eyes still closed.
"No, I... I couldn't let you..." His voice had a tremble in it and he sounded almost scared... Christoffer couldn't know, but as bad as his chiraptophibia was, it only increased when he was wounded... He wouldn't let anyone touch his wounds, not even those he trusted most... And he'd only just met the fawn. There wasn't a chance in hell she was getting anywhere near his wounds.
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/stalkstalk o3o

/stalkstalk o3o
Please call me Lyssa or Kir. n.n

Art by Anjali. ♥

"Hey, hey... Don't worry

"Hey, hey... Don't worry about it - I won't touch you!" Christoffer's tone was soft.
The way Daddy used to talk to me whenever I asked about Mother... she recalled. Then she cringed a little bit. Always a sensetive subject.
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*puts out stalker-cookies*

*puts out stalker-cookies* Now be nice and share~ ^w^
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Despite his personal demons,

Despite his personal demons, Dorian saw that cringe... and it worried him.
"Hey, what's the matter?..." He asked, tilting his head, yet again feeling that urge to come closer and comfort the fawn... She looked so lonely, so tormented... He almost felt it was his duty to get over himself and just comfort her already.

"I was... I was just thinking

"I was... I was just thinking about Daddy again." she whispered quietly. It was true, her life was tormented. And yet, whatever she thought, whatever she did... she always felt it was her fault.
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He frowned in

He frowned in sympathy.
"Remembering him, huh?..." He asked, shifting slightly on the hard ground, whipping his head around to bite angrily at a fly buzzing around one of his wounds.
He really, really hated flies...

Holy -- sorry for not

Holy -- sorry for not replying. T_T

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A nod, and another slight whine. Soft skinned, he growled in his mind, hating the way the slightest hint of pain made agony explode through his body. The stag's ears flattened and he moved his head away, lifting a paw to gently lick at it with the slender tongue that flopped out of his mouth. The glint of a sharpened tooth could obviously be seen, but the creature was unaware, and carried on grooming himself.
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That's okay, mate XD -- All

That's okay, mate XD

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All the while Dorian was VERY aware of it and it made fear shoot into his heart again, causing his ear to lie back flat against his head and his legs to carry him a limping step backwards.
His breath was getting a bit more rapid, and it was making his dizzy...
He shut his eyes and shook his head.
No! I can't get all panic-y now! I need to stay calm or I'll never heal! He thought, forcing himself to calm down.
His wounds stung him and he whimpered quietly.
"Heh... Seems like that makes the two of us, then..." He said with a small, nervous smile.

Noticing the buck's apparent

Noticing the buck's apparent fear returning, he quickly clamped his jaws shut. The beast's paws flopped back onto the ground and his ear twitched at Dorian's whimper.
152 didn't move, only flattened his ears against his skull again and dropped his head onto the floor, a tiny sigh escaping his throat. Of course, he thought. Of course he's scared... But the stag smelt his fear, felt the pain he was going through. Though he didn't even know the purple buck's name. Silly, he chuckled in his mind, though it was half-heartedly.

All he wanted was a friend.

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I've brought Ida's sister into the forest, heh~ She's the complete opposite of Ida though. 8D
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Though 152's constant pulling

Though 152's constant pulling back and showing vulnerability was slowly getting to the purple buck... He was starting to see the stag as the misunderstood, trapped creature it was... And he, more than anyone, could relate to that.
He shifted a little closer.
"...I'm Dorian, by the way..." He mumbled, feeling the cool water soothe his heated flesh, making him just that little bit more mellow, that little bit required for him to look part flesh and into personality...

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The link doesn't work! D:
And Jesus Christ, I have the strongest feeling Dorian's NOT gonna like her XD

Making him produce tiny

Making him produce tiny chittering noises. He wriggled on the spot, feeling a little uncomfortable, before nodding and letting the smile grow. Dorian... Leaning forward, he sniffed at him once more, the decaying smell mixed with fear filling his nostrils, but he didn't pull away in disgust or snort in his face. Instead, he squinted his nose as a sweet smell wafted in ... Lavender? Though he had no idea where it was coming from, he carried on sniffing, moving back a little afterwards and nodding in approval.

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This'll probably work. And he probably won't. xDD; She'd probably try and flirt with him, and when that doesn't work she'd want to make him uncomfortable to amuse herself. Though Dakota would probably get bored and wander off and then get told off by her sister. :>

edit- I'm also changing Ida's set to the doe nubs, crying mask and idk what pelt. I want her to look like her sister.
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As 152's nose hovered before

As 152's nose hovered before the purple buck, Dorian pulled his head back a little, which in turn only made him puff out his chest, making his mass of silken fur stand out and giving him a striking resemblance to a young owl.
He gave a small, uncomfortable sound as the predator leaned closer, but didn't do much else aside from that... and when he pulled away, he smiled.
"Not burning your nostrils yet?..." He said, a considerably smaller amount of fear in his voice and scent now.
He was getting used to this fellow... and he wasn't so bad after all.

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Oh, Jesus, am I the only one who'd just DIE to see that? XDD

Also, fair enough >w<

This made him shift on the

This made him shift on the spot, but he shook his head, ears twitching gently. The overpowering, thick stench of fear seemed to lessen and his ears stopped twitching, curving upwards. His tail wagged in a dog-like manner and he tucked his legs back under his stomach, a claw scratching at his belly absentmindedly. He then looked above, head tilted, as though he was watching something beyond the clouds with an eyeless stare.

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It'd be freaking awesome~ 8D
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Following his "gaze", Dorian

Following his "gaze", Dorian looked to the sky as well.
"Uh... What's up?..." He asked, holding back a snicker at his ungodly bad pun.
Maybe he was just getting light-headed from bloodloss and decreased adrenalin, but his fear was slowly evaporating... Making way for the sting of pain and... a strange calm. He still felt uneasy around this predator, but once his new animalistic instincts stopped kicking in, he fond him... strangely comforting to be around...

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It SO would, man, I swear! XD

He felt as though there was

He felt as though there was something ... Something watching them past there, though he couldn't be sure. Still, a chill made its way down his spine and he shivered, shaking his head and looking back at Dorian, the fur on his body puffing up to warm himself. It was something it'd always done, and he assumed it natural -- but he wasn't aware of how silly he looked as the fur almost swamped his face, leaving him resembling a ball of fluff, save for the pale white face and antennae peeking from the mass. The smell of fear no longer clogged his nostrils, though it still lingered in the air. But this comforted him, and he sighed, the last of the white disappearing as he let his face sink into the silky fur. He let the antennae-like appendages droop, hiding them completely. Now he was sure he looked a sight, but the creature didn't care. He was warm.

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edit- I'm imagining this to be set at dusk or early nightfall. Idk why, it just seems like the atmosphere would be right.~
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All the while as he looked

All the while as he looked back at Dorian, the buck's gaze was still fixed at the darkening heavens.
He seemed somehow distant, lost in thought, a vibrating uneasiness in the air around him...
He shivered quietly.
"They're stirring again..." He mumbled monotonously as he seemed to look past the clouds, colours and stars and on to that strange presence beyond the skies most people felt once in a while whenever a paranoid mood took them over.
He looked so serious all of a sudden, so enveloped in his special kind of madness...

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Fair enough, agreed >w<

Tilting his head, he bent his

Tilting his head, he bent his neck, the tip of his nose and a little of his mouth showing as he ripped some grass up, chewing it quietly as the buck spoke. His ears would have twitched, but he kept them pressed under the fur to keep them warm. It suddenly felt so cold ... As the buck shivered, it seemed a little obvious he felt it too. Maybe it was just them? A shake of the head and he craned his neck once more, not seeing the sky but somehow feeling it. He shook again, despite the silk that enveloped him.
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Though Dorian tore himself

Though Dorian tore himself out of his little world, shook his head and reached down to lap a little at the water, eyes blank.
He was so used to people not believing him, thinking he was crazy and writing him off, that he didn't even register it when the strange creature before him actually seemed to know what he was talking about...
He looked up at 152 with a dull gaze.
"Sorry 'bout that..." He mumbled, partially at the water, partially at his company.
"People say I'm crazy..." He didn't like admitting it and even thinking about it made him tremble in bitter rage.

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Sorry it took so long XD;;

NO DORIANNNN. /pokes

NO DORIANNNN. /pokes updates
Also, I have a feeling that something interesting should go on with EMR and Dakota.
Since Ida hates him. I think that'd be fun. XD BUT DORIAN. /sob
Oh, and it's alright, heh~ >3<

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152 shifted on the spot again, pushing his paw underneath him as to not let anymore debris prod at his stomach. As the malformed buck spoke, he raised his head higher, snarling a little in the back of his throat at the clouds. At what, he supposed neither of them knew -- he just felt something was there, watching them, judging them. A bitter taste boiled in his mouth and he sighed, shaking out his 'mane' and staring down at the floor. He lifted a claw and shifted forward a little, running it along the surface of the water absentmindedly.

Sorry, sorry, sorry it's

Sorry, sorry, sorry it's taken so long! Sorry ^^"
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Christoffer nodded.
"Damn wierd two-legs... What did he call them? Humans? What an unnatural word." she whispered and then shrugged, although it was more to herself than to Dorian.
"It's their fault... and m-mine." her voice went even quieter, if that was possible.
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@Raindrops: All the while

@Raindrops: All the while Dorian FINALLY realized something...
His eye widened and he stared at 152 for a good few seconds, jaw dropping just a little.
"You... You feel them too?..." He whispered, hardly even being able to comprehend it at all. Had he finally run into someone with the same clarity as him? Had he at last found another person with the ability to see the truth behind it all? The horrible, bitter, sadistic truth...
As he stared, he could feel his heart pound faster...

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Omg, that'd be so much fun! XD You should DEFINITELY run that idea past EMR! XD

@Bluejay: Aww, that's okay, man >w<

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Dorian felt a pang of guilt as the fawn spoke.
He knew humans always had a habit of messing things up and he'd never been proud to be one whenever the subject of their misdeeds came up... But it was even worse now... He almost felt responsible for whatever had happened to this sweet, little thing...
He almost didn't dare asking;
"What happened?..."

A light chuckle. Of course,

A light chuckle. Of course, he'd always felt something had been controlling him for their own sick desires -- after all, why would he be here? Why would he be this freak of nature, this beast with no sense of vision, this beast that'd been created in a compound somewhere to only be tested on and abused? Why would he have found this -- this endless forest? A thick snort escaped his nostrils and he hung his head, nodding gently and feeling the bones in his neck crack as he did so. But ... Too? The little purple buck also felt the strange presence watching them from beyond the stars? Getting a little too excited, the stag lifted himself up, swaying slightly on his paws; he crouched to the buck's level, and a strange sound emerged from the creature. Was he ... mewing?

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I might just do that, if I see EMR in the forest with Dakota, that is. |D

I changed Ida's design back to normal, btw. She's just wearing the zombie pelt while she's still injured. Also, this is her new picto.
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And for once, as the creature

And for once, as the creature moved, Dorian did NOT flinch away, as a matter of fact, he moved closer too, slowly, as if mesmerized, looking at 152 closely.
"You do! You know about them, don't you? The ones controlling us? The ones beyond the stars?!" He said, getting more and more excited, the small stump of a tail he had left raising and a smile spreading.
He couldn't believe this! He'd finally found someone like him! Exactly like him!

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Fair enough, man, that makes sense >w< Maybe I should have Dorian wear the zombie-pelt too XD Though now that he's pretty much furless, I doubt that'd be fitting, even WITH the giant wounds... XD

"They... They had always been

"They... They had always been there - they'd just neer found us. But then, when Daddy found... another. I felt betrayed. How could he move on from Mother? The way he talked about her... But still when he looked at me, I could see it in his eyes he still thought about Mother."
Christoffer took a deep, shaky breath. She pushed away the memory of his eyes. Always his eyes.

"But eventually that went too. He changed. He didn't give me any attention any more. At the time I was arrogant and selfish - not like I am now - and I wanted him back because he was mine! So I tried to talk to him but he pushed me away. And I was angry, so, so angry. I ran through the forest and eventually, not intentionally, ended up in th human's... place... whatever they called it.

[By this time it was night, so they had put out lights - they had just managed to control fire. Which was a miracle considering the damage it did to our forests every year. Anyway, things happened, they spotted me so I bolted. I went straight through them and knocked over the fire. The humans ran and... The rest is history... If only they hadn't been there! They were always trying to kill us."
She took another shaky breath and looked Dorian in the eye, even though her own were beginning to well up.

"So there. Now you know everything." she looked back down, her natural instinct of hiding her face back.

He carried on mewing, his

He carried on mewing, his cat-like tail wagging in a strangely dog-like manner. For once, he'd been able to get through to someone, for once someone understood him. He nodded in an excited manner -- if he had eyes, he'd have been crying tears of joy, but instead, all he did was mew louder. Had this been anyone else, he would've gently nuzzled them, but he chose not to. Something still told him he shouldn't touch the purple buck -- that, and given the state he was in, he didn't want to cause him any pain.

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I was thinking perhaps Dorian should wear the zombie pelt ... It's grey anyway, so yeah. XD
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While she spoke, Dorian only

While she spoke, Dorian only felt more and more crummy about himself... And when she was done, his heart was down-near crying...
As she hid her face, something rather strange happened... She could feel a tiny, soft and warm nudge on he shoulder...
"It's not your fault..." Dorian said softly, something almost motherly in his voice.
"It was a bunch of coincidence and you never intended for any of that to happen, right?..." He said, for the first time in his life wanting to give a little kid a hug.
"You're right, it's those... Ngh, those humans..." He said, more or less spitting the word. Having been royally screwed over by society all his life had left him... Rather more than just a little bitter about the whole human race. Sure, he believed in goodness, but only if he had seen it in an individual. He was the kind of guy to assume the worst and only begrudgingly be dissuaded afterwards.

It was a big step for, she

It was a big step for, she knew, which is why she didn't make a big deal about it. She was really grateful though - it was just enough to pull her from the dark pit of her mind she was spiralling down into.
"No... None of it should have happened. But I can't shake the feeling it's... It's a curse. a real curse. They call them Gods but look what they've done to me." She sighed, and shook her head.
It was true they'd saved her but made her what she was, insecure, lonely and paranoid. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to have been saved anymore.
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As Dorian looked at her, his

As Dorian looked at her, his eye were warm and comforting. He gave a melancholic sigh.
"Yeah, feels like a curse, donnit?..." He asked, shifting closer an inch.
"But look at the bright side... You're alive, right? And hey, if I can go through life, looking like I do and make it into adulthood, then so can you." He said with a smile, feeling closer to the fawn with every passing moment.
"You still got so many wonderful things to experience... Friends to meet, sights to see, dreams to fulfil... The Gods gave you an extra chance to do all this... I think you're lucky..." He said, giving her shoulder another soft nudge. He felt like a timid kitten, hesitantly trying to show a bit of affection for the first time in its life.

Just a quick little edit. I

Just a quick little edit. I thought Dorian looked cute sleeping there.

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Aaaww, he SO does TwT

Aaaww, he SO does TwT

Hm, I was thinking -- what

Hm, I was thinking -- what about an interaction between Dorian and Dakota? After all, Ida's already mentioned her. If not, that's fine -- I don't wanna cause your char anymore trouble, heh.

She nodded, a wistful look in

She nodded, a wistful look in her eyes.
Yes... I guess so." Then she nodded more forcefully, her eyes lighting up with a small fire. Small, but still there.

"I promise to go and see these things and make these friends you talk of. I will, I promise!" and there was that smile, the tip of her eyes pointing upwards.
One more nod as if to certify it to herself and she fidgeted on the hard ground, getting herself comfortable again.
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@Raindrops: Oh hell yeah! XD

@Raindrops: Oh hell yeah! XD But I suggest it's gonna be a few days later... Just so he's, you, know, a LITTLE more healed-up than he is right now, knocking on death's door XD

@Bluejay: And Dorian smiled as he saw this, a warmth spreading from his chest to every corner of his body.
He gave her a nod back.
"That's a good girl." He said determinedly, almost sounding proud of her... In the way a parent would...
He wasn't quite aware of it, but this little fawn was overkill-triggering his maternal instincts, drawing him in like a moth to a flame... If the moth had had an almost predatory interest in protecting and comforting the flame, that is...
She just reminded him so much of himself... How could he do anything but want the best for this poor, little, lost fawn?...

Heh, alright. If only I could

Heh, alright. If only I could get two deer into the forest. I could have an epic fight between Ida and Dakota.

But because I have to run TEF as an admin I can't. T_T
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Aww, man, that sucks T__T

Aww, man, that sucks T__T That fight would have been epic, though TwT

She giggled at this, her

She giggled at this, her laugh pure and inocent. Not loud, but pleasing to hear at any rate. It had been a while since anyone had spoken to her in such parental way... and it felt nice.

Christoffer looked up into the forest's canopy, the smile still in her eyes. This place was so different to everything she's every experienced - the mixture of human and deer, her love and her hate. Was this what she really needed? She lowered her head and blew a leaf across the ground. Too early to think about it, she decided.
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All the while Dorian was

All the while Dorian was smiling at her as she laughed, so pure and so innocent...
He sighed and decided at that very point that he'd protect her... There was NO way he was letting her end up like him... A sad, old hermaphrodite with no family, too many enemies to count and a lifetime of unhappiness to accompany his every waken and sleeping moment... No. He did NOT want that to happen to Christoffer.
He shuddered gently at the thought.
He needed to protect her.

Although lost in her own

Although lost in her own world, she did see Dorian shudder. Suddenly, the smile was gone from Christoffer's eyes.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Terrified that it was her fault, she shuffled around in a paranoid manner, her ears half flattened. Her eyes scanned the area, making sure she could escape. She couldn't help it - it was a habit.
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But Dorian shook his head

But Dorian shook his head with a smile, bringing himself out of his little world as well.
"No, no, nothing at all..." He said honestly, not wanting to upset the fawn.
"Nothing to be scared of, kid." He said softly, the fawn's timid behaviour only making him want to protect it even more.