OOC:
He is still a new character. He probably wont seem very developed because… well… he is not since originally I did not plan on playing him outside of the game. It will be fun none the less. We will see what happens.
I will be experimenting with his speech pattern. It will more then likely seem odd. He is an odd character already so don’t act too surprised. Heh.
Any new arrivals, since there are more then two people posting in one scene I would much rather not start anymore times or locations in this blog.
But I will start a new one just for you! Just tell me you are interested in roleplaying with Gustiro and if you want it to be a one on one roleplay or if it will be open to other players to join. Also let me know if you would rather be the first to post an introduction or if you would like me to start the roleplay.
IC: Gustiro sat exceptionally
Gustiro sat exceptionally close to the sleeping form of Amadahy in the light of a new day. His over sized shoulder pressed against the side of the doe seeming to pay her no mind as he scanned for any new silhouettes on the horizon.
The bull is thick and muscular, built more like a moose in body. His bowl like antlers curve above him and his company blocking quite a bit of light that escaped the trees casting long shadows over the two‘s resting forms. Behind the gruesome, bleached mask that he wore was a relaxed, humanoid face, his dark brown eyes half lidded wearily despite still being on the alert. His lips could be seen behind the slightly parted jaws of the skull though currently they were loose with indifference with the peace of the moment.
A single ear flicks and redirects itself as the call of a strange deer echoes in the distance. Gaze soon follows ensuring the stranger would not be nearing their location. Satisfied he gives the sleeping doe at his side a curious glance before settling back into ignoring the motionless form.
He lowers his head slightly, just enough so his antlers would not touch the ground nor his company, and uses a foreleg to rub the mask from his face allowing it to rest before him. His features are strong and angular. A single, short scar ran under his left eye where it appeared an antler came dangerously close to damaging his sight. The reddish brown hair on his head is short and could easily be mistaken for just slightly longer red fur.
He seems suddenly very focused on the object in front of him using a hoof to push at it, turn it over, draw it closer. Lowering his head again he draws his chin across the surface of the mask, an oddly affectionate notion. Repeating the action with his cheek… his nose… he seemed to actually be nuzzling the skull. An adoring rumble bubbles forth from his thick neck. He seemed utterly infatuated with it.
Again a strange deer calls somewhere far off and the bull lifts his head, ears perked. He stares off in the direction he had heard the bellow. He seemed merely cautious staying comfortably where he lay.
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Flick. It began with a
It began with a twitching of an ear. Her eye that could be seen, or rather eyelid, began to flick as well, but did not yet open. The ear kept flicking restlessly at some imaginary fly, flick, flick, flick.
The doe's breathing was lighter now compared to the heaviness of sleep. It rasped lightly in her throat, a slightly unnatural sound. Chocolate pelt rose and fell with each light breath, long fur still coated in blood from last night's escapades.
Suddenly, she let out a low groan and the eyelid receded, revealing bright blue eyes.
Instantly, Ama's head came up, eyes wide with alarm. Her eyes were glued to the landscape, slightly narrowed, as she assessed any threats. Some deer is calling in the distance. There are others nearby, but... Slowly, she turned her head, inhaling a small breath of alarm at the closeness of the other deer. The rasp disappeared as she coughed after inhaling so quickly.
Hadn't expected to wake up to that...
The chocolate colored doe's eyes narrow. Her voice comes out soft; she wasn't sure if she could raise it yet. Her tone is measured, but there is clear anger in it, with the smallest undertone of fear.
"Why are you...sitting so close...?"
Her memories of last night were coming back now. Ren...him...Iskalo...Iskalo! Ama looks around for his raven form, but he seemed to have disappeared. The doe lowers her head, ears laying back against the pitch-colored feathers.
He better be alright...
"You..." The doe's head turns back to him, observing, studying, judging the threat. He watched me earlier...
"Why were you sta--" The word is cut of by another light cough, and Ama winces in pain. Her chest and her sides both had wounds, and the cough had caused pain to both.
"...Staring. Why were... you...staring?" She is cautious not to incur another cough by her words. Instead, she simply looks piercingly at him, eyes narrowed.
-feels like an intruder-
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She seemed to have been poured from the lazy orange light of the birch forest, slow and easy as her gait was. A thin melody vibrated behind her lips like a fly caught in the prison of her teeth and the walls of her mouth, buzzing false reverence to the captor for a chance to escape. Although she moved slowly, she lifted her hooves in such sweeping arches that her golden wavy hair intentionally swayed this way and that in time with her steps and her humming.
The tired sunshine of morning, filtered through the birches, caused her plain “naked” fur to glow and the dove feathers tucked in her hair to shine with such intensity that they seemed to throw bombast comments at anybody passing by. Her round olive colored eyes were shut against the agitation of the light, but she could easily navigate the forest without sight, so attuned she was to nature—
“Oof!”
That is, until she mashed that little nose of hers into a tree.
Not one to be persuaded easily, Emm continued her high-stepping trek after giving the argumentative tree a thoroughly nasty look. No sooner had she started than she stopped and saw the bulk of the stag and the contrasting smallness of the doe.
What had been and outward show of boundless joy and energy suddenly retreated into her slight body and was replaced with all the expressions and posture of prudent apathy as her eyes trailed over the sight. Her floppy ears cupped towards them and captured the voice of the startled doe.
She would wait before approaching.
As Amadahy groaned a large
Finally his gaze traveled from her face down along her blood soiled body. His breath escaped him in a rustic voice with a simple, clipped word. “Hurt,” he answered her first question and yet returned to staring at her blankly as her answer to the second. After a moment, with a slow blink he then moved slightly to capture the skull resting at his chest between his fore hooves and nestled his face into the mask until it stuck securely.
It was at that moment he heard the new deer’s collision with a tree and instantly the stag was on his hooves. His head swung in her direction and immediately stamped a hoof in warning emphasized with a hefty snort. Though as he assess’ the new arrival, concluding her lack of antlers, his tensed, bristled hide quivers then lays flat and loose once more. He falls into staring at the stranger with one ear perked in her direction and the other pulled back and down to Amadahy.
Ama murmurs something, moving
"...Your name is...Emmy, right?" Amadahy's ears flick back to a resting position and she lets out a small sigh. From the little she knew about Emmy, she wasn't a threat. Besides, she might distract the stag laying beside her. As her thoughts shift to him, so does her gaze.
"Doesn't matter...Move. I can...take care of myself..." And there was that cough again. She clipped off a quiet groan as her injuries began to ache. This wasn't particularly new, this feeling, but perhaps the wolf-stag had managed to get a good blow in on her. She didn't want to check.
I'll kill you someday for this, Ren...
"And stop...staring..." She whispers, glaring icily at him.
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Her resentment towards that
"Mm, yes. Hello."
The words slowly rolled out of her mouth as rich, musical notes that hung in the air briefly before slowly fading away. She swept her chin to between her shoulder blades to smooth fur that had irrationally disheveled itself in the tense moment when the massive stag had risen to his aggressive stance. After a quick flick of her tail, a scratch at a foreleg and a toss of her hair, she imagined in her mind's eye that she was then fit to engage herself in social situations with the humble locals.
A chuckle thrummed deeply in her ribs at the thought of referring to them as such. Nevertheless, she invited herself closer to them and stood at such a distance that suggested both intimacy and respectful discretion. It was a gesture to gently insert herself into the conversation with movements and proximity rather than speech and questions.
Gustiro’s gaze drifted back
The stag paused with his side exposed to Emmy and where there had been a rather blank look when staring at Amadahy before his eyes began to brighten with curiosity. After a short pause he took a few steps closer to her and again turned to face her with his side directed to her. He said not a word and instead spoke through the way his body stood relaxed and ears perked with interest.
((Apparanza, GingerNut, Two, Welcome all. ( : ))
Tracking ~
*ninjatrack*
As the daylight drifted and
However, companion-wise, this wandering brute had little luck in finding. It wasn't his personality, which was, in fact, overly open an friendly, and it certainly wasn't his want or patience; he did, indeed, desire close friendship and he was extremely patient with shy or unfriendly creatures. The stag wasn't quite sure what it was; perhaps he was too outgoing and free-spirited, or maybe he was just running with the wrong crowd. However, Itavera was an optimist, and he truly believed that he could find a gaggle for himself, and perhaps discover what love was. It was a difficult and tremendously frustrating question for Itavera, What is love? How do all living things come to find it and share it?
The steed always wanted answers, like a foolish and blundering child. He was childish; he even looked childish! He was short, for a mid-aged stag, and had those big, brown, playful eyes of a young-en. His pelt was an irresponsibly-unkempt lump of black and white fur; littered with less-than precise orca markings. The blotches looked like a five-year-old had painted them onto the thick hairs. His face and head were finely-shaped, with pale grey fur that covered the majority of them, leading down to a thin, pointed deer snout; his face was as plush and soft as a baby's skin. A large set of antlers escalated from Itavera's small crown and jutted out, all over the place, in jagged points; again, it looked as if a child had sculpted them. All in all, he was an interesting being, with an innocent heart, and a goofy smile that could lighten up a cloudy day.
The drake's hoofsteps crashed, not-so-gracefully, across the golden earth beneath tall, intricate green stocks of grass, topped with lovely pink tufts of seed. He made his way down, toward the pond, passing by the Great Oak on his way, just to check on things happening there. It was then, halfway from the enormous tree, that he spotted several deer figures. Three silhouettes stood in the distance, the colors of which Itavera could barely make out. His meager, black hooves brought his awkward frame to a halt. The bronc could vaguely make out large, red antlers, Could it be...? The buck's heart pounded; if it was the great and wonderful stag from before, this would be his third meeting, and perhaps they could become more than friendly acquaintances.
With the distance between
Not wanting any onlookers to get the wrong image, she quickly brought her head up to its formal height with a strangely scooping motion. Before speaking, she gave him a jokingly critical look. "Hello again, monsieur. Hope everything is well."
Those floppy ears of hers quivered and then waved this way and that before she located the direction in which the other stag was approaching. Unwilling (or maybe unable) to distance herself from the other, the turned her head degree by degree until she was just able to watch the new comer from the corner of her eyes. Her tail kinked more in delight; more stags always meant more fun.
*intrudes* Before
Before them.
That's where she stood.
Her excellence seemed to reflect. Nothing put her down or blocked her way. Everything, the trees and the birds, seemed to be bowing down before her scarecly breathing in order of silence...
Those hidden, black eyes were open. Staring. At the strange stag, and the others around him. They gleamed with curiosity. She made a rumbling noise within her skull mask, hardly audible, yet so noticeable in the silence. Paying not much mind to the other deer other than the familiar brown doe, she flopped her heavy gait in front of the stag, clicking her teeth once.
The antlered doe had much to say, but her cold silence seemed like enough in revealing her agitation.
She never moved, never shifted her body, or did so little as flicked an ear.
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(apologies for my fail rp skills. I just had to throw Joro at him)
Cadaver's black holes of eyes
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OMG i couldnt stop laughing while i was typing that. XD XD
i love it XD
"Emmy...Nice to meet--" That
A fierce look came into her eyes as she carefully examined him, watching, studying, ready to make a decision in a matter of moments if she had to. She wasn't too injured to stand and...well, do something, at least.
She noticed the other stag move away from her side, and sighed in relief and a little frustration. Apparently she wouldn't get any answers from him, but at least he had moved away to Emmy. What a fool...
But thank goodness.
Ama's ears pricked as she noticed familiar steps, and a light of happiness came into her eyes.
"Joro!" she greeted softly, giving her a small smile. She didn't attempt to stand, though, instead watching the small gathering with keen eyes.
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[Sorry about disappearing for a few days. xD]
Gustiro was quite content in
At this point he too sensed a third presence as the does did. His head came up quickly, eyes and ears directed to the distant deer. The deer was close enough to see it’s outline but too far away to get a good visual identification. The stag lifted his nose to the wind yet before he could catch the distant stag’s scent another smell wafted through the mask and the bulk of a large, white, antlered doe appeared between him and Amadahy.
As Jorogumo moved closer to and sat with Amadahy Gustiro trotted a few paces away from the three does. He paused at a respectful distance though his dark eyes trained upon the antlered female with distrust and jealousy. The hide along his back wrinkled and bunched up on itself in irritation and discomfort. The red stag was not quite sure what it was about Jorogumo but she made him feel rather uneasy. Yet he did not run to Amadahy’s defense. He had seen the two together before and knew Jorogumo would do no harm.
Gustiro gave a rather hefty snort at Jorogumo and knocked his head at her. "Hurt," he announced in that deep, rustic voice again as if informing the antlered doe about the obvious. He then turned his back to the three females and trotted a few feet closer to the distant stag.
Again he paused with the nose of the skull in the air as Gustiro attempts to capture some sort of identification until both scent and the light of the deer’s pictogram opens up in his mind’s eye. "Ah," came a sound of reorganization. "Mine." Without further hesitation Gustiro was moving at a quickened pace towards Itavera. He pulled to a stop just in front of the other stag, side exposed to him. The pause was short before he advanced further drawing to Itavera’s side and brushing fur against fur. He moved along the other stag at a slow pace, dragging his bulk against the other deer’s body until he had completely circled him and now stood with his side touching Itavera’s chest.
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((To lolamad911)) Every hair
Every hair along the ridge of Gustiro’s back stood on end, his ears folded tightly against his head. The stag paces in front of the draconic beast with obvious agitation. Not only did Cavader stink like a predator but also he carried a destructive force such as fire between his jaws. Gustiro halted mid step and stared darkly at the beast, one ear lifted to direct itself at the creature.
"Tree," he says more to himself then to his opponent. The red stag had no interest in Cavader’s tree. He had merely felt the draconic stag was too close to his mini companions and tried to fend him off then had attempted to mark the trees around them. Gustiro considered what the stranger had said then finally gave a frustrated snort and turned away from him and trotted back to his claimed companions.
((Cavader’s rather possessive of that tree. Lol ))
(Yayyyyyyy 8D) She watched
She watched him move, her muscles tensing probably as much as the stag's were. She didn't get up. Only when his head knocked against her own skull mask, did she rise. She instantly pushed the front half of herself up, snapped her ivory jaws at him. The rumble came again, rising within her throat and slipping between her parted teeth in a hiss. "I know. Hurt."
With a grunt, Jorogumo swung her head the direction opposite of him and to Amadahy, exhaling loudly. She was curious of this creature, but she did not like him much.. His attitude agitated her. The jealousy. She could smell it coming from him.
The doe would never be able to comprehend such an emotion, for she was incapable of experiencing it at all. However, she knew enough that the feeling caused a lot of discomfort toward others.
She sat back down and scooted closer to the brown doe, pressing the snout of her skull to the delicate muzzle.
(he bumped his skull into hers, right? D: If I interpreted your response wrong, I apologize. |D)
OOC: Ita's tirrred, probably
The sunset gave out another flare, poking out from behind a tree, sending shadows flying across the forest floor as it meandered by. The earth beneath the hooves of deer, and other forest creatures, was cooling under a soft breeze that welcomed night unto the land. The faintest glimmer of starlight began to make it's way down from the nonexistent sky. Yes, here, in this country, there was no sky, just a completely endless expanse of territory that had no boundaries. There was no need for sky, for what use would it be? It would just take up space. The weather didn't depend on the atmosphere, because there was no atmosphere. There wasn't galaxy surrounding it; it was it's own universe! You could call it magic...or you could blame it all on the Gods, ABIOGENESIS. Either way, things were the way they were, and if you had lived in a world that had a sky, in a past life or whatnot, then it would be pretty bizarre to look up and see nothing. But for the inhabitants here it was nothing, just another quirk in their homeland.
Itavera had grown up here, quite quickly compared to others, which might explain his childish behavior. He wasn't very mature, but he was still accepting and pleasing to be around. He knew things were the way they were, and he'd, unfortunately, had to learn that through experience; trial, error and realization. Now he stood, a stout, fully grown buck with a reeling mind; always active. He had little patience to sit for very long, unless he was shape-shifting, etc. He had a true and loyal friend, that he hoped to keep forever, and he didn't care in the least that the sir was his friend because he had 'claimed' Itavera; this only meant that the bronc had taken a liking to him, which was very flattering. The black and white stag even liked the idea of belonging to the red stag, he knew that the skull mask would always be there to protect him, and rush to his defense at any sign of trouble.
Now the brute galloped up to Itavera, offered himself up to the shaggy drake, and showed him the warm affection of a good companion. Itavera blinked his greeting, and nuzzled his thin snout into the Kabuki pelt. The burnished, ginger fur smelled of pine and grass, and held the faint trace of flowers and...another deer. Itavera's melted-chocolate eyes lifted, but his muzzle stayed entwined in the soft hairs. He caught sight of the figures in the distance, That must be that smell. The buck remained curious, but he let himself relax a little, trusting the stag and his choice of claims...or...not claims?
It felt wonderful to see his large friend. The steed, did indeed, stand taller than Itavera could even imagine growing; he, himself, was rather short, unfortunately. This brought a grin to the mottled fellow's small, pale-gray face. He wanted to speak, but he was just too comfortable to back away and part his jaws. The day had brought him what felt like endless running, and he was just now realizing how exhausted he was. After a few moments more, he finally pulled away and dipped his head in a formal greeting.
(( Oh, no. He wont get
(*gigglesnort* Aw,
(I didn't get enough to eat
Before she could reply to Ama, the white blaze of Joro caught her full attention. Her body tensed with irritation not only at the sight of a mere doe, but at wisps of memories of sights and sounds: stories and conversations. Heartbreak and sorrow.
Her feelings seemed to be at least partly shared and taking this to comfort, she pushed the hot anger boiling in her throat down to the deepest part of her belly where it would at least have room to let off some steam.
"Busy day in the forest." She blandly observed, the taut line of concentration tripped her words and made them fall out sporadically.
(( TheForsakenOne, lol
Two, lol Gustiro does not care if they are gay or straight. Actually I am not sure he even separates the two genders/sexes. But he will still think Itavera is "his". lol
FishBiscuit, Go eat something, you nut! You are as bad as I am. And do not worry about the length of your post. As long as it is enough to respond to I am happy.))
Ama sighs and nudges her
What is that stag doing now?
He seemed...possessive of that newest stag. Through narrowed eyes, she watched and held the information for later.
I was right.
He had told Joro she was hurt. Why did he care so much? It shouldn't matter, but he seemed almost protective of her. Odd creature.
Then she turned to Emmy and managed a small laugh.
"It is..." This was shortly followed by a few more coughs and she grunted. She had noticed the tautness about Emmy as Joro came to the little group.
Is something wrong? she questioned herself silently, scanning the doe for information.
Cadaver simply stood there,
((When cadaver is feeling threatened he becomes rather possesive of the nearest object. XD))
((LOL omg that's hilarious!
((XD i know!! MY STAPLER!!!
Gustiro’s large form relaxed,
He turned back and began to circle the three does he had previously accompanied, giving them a wide berth but obviously they were his focus. He paused occasionally to lean heavily upon a tree and rubbed his side roughly against the trunk leaving behind tuffs of fur behind. Finally, after having made a complete lap around them he not so gracefully flopped onto the ground to rest. He gave the area around them a sweeping glance before settling his stare upon the females.
((Sorry for the poor, long awaited reply. Got off to eat then I have been feeling sluggish ever since. :/
lolamad911, Two, Yah, that is an amusing quirk Cadaver has. :3 ))
Jorogumo had sensed the
Hm.
Parting her maw for a large yawn, the doe kept her eyes narrowed as usual. Enjoying the quiet moment. After watching the strange stag circle around and lounging nearby, she tilted her head at him. But soon looked back to the other two does. Her expression was quite blank.
(*is gonna crash for tonight* I have to get up in....five hours or so :C)
ooc; Not sure if I want to
The blue stag would like to speak to Gustiro sometime, though. <3
((Fincayra, You are welcome
ooc; Hm. You know, I'm not
I just don't know if he'll be able to communicate as easily (or privately) with so many deer around.
I'll give it some thought and let you know. <3
ohmygosh having the blue stag
((Fincayra, Oh, take your
((lol sorry i kept crashing
((Two, computers are fickle
((lol well i'd come hang out
Alright. I guess I'll give
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Hot breath escaped through the nostrils of bone in short, frustrated bursts as the blue stag fixed the group with blazing eyes. He stood quite a distance away from the gathered deer at the base of the hill he had come to claim as his own. Overhead, the crumbling architecture of the massive cathedral loomed, shadowing everything in its wake. The forest bustled with activity; the hoofbeats of traveling deer, the animated chatter of squirrels and birds hidden within the thick foliage of the trees; the hushing sound of the wind as it blew comfortably in the background. The stag was oblivious to it all; his sights remained on this group, regarding the majority of them with protective jealously.
He was not a large creature. Certainly not as bulky as the giant bull sitting there with the does. Pale, tree branch antlers stretched heavenward, the tines intertwined complicatedly. The rack rested atop the peculiar skull, resembling that of a deer... but also that of a wolf by the long, polished fangs. A long, midnight blue mane of fur fell down his neck and ended at the base, submitting to the short hide littered with recent wounds. His legs were lean and feathered with the same long strands seen on his chest. Overall, he was an impressive sight even if he was lacking in height and strength. That is, he would have been an impressive sight had it not been for the tremendous rivers of blood seeping out from under the skull nestled firmly against his face, staining his entire throat a deep, crimson red.
The sapphire eyes were narrowed scornfully, and they were fixated on Gustiro and the pinto stag beside him. His very posture was threatening; muscles taught, back rigid, the fur along his spine bristling. The earth had been torn up beneath his cloven hooves. Ears perked forward whenever the brown doe with the black feathers coughed weakly, but otherwise they remained plastered back against his head, invisible against the thick blue fur there. His striking sapphire eyes were swimming with a strange, unearthly essence. If it could be described, one would say it was as if black wisps of smoke were circling around the thin pupil, staining the blue of each iris.
He stood there in the very image of intimidation, glaring hatefully at the red bull for his closeness to the does, one in particular. He willed the beast to notice him there, to abandon his prizes and approach. The blue stag had much to discuss, and he prophesied the conversation was likely to get very heated.
((Fincayra, No intrusion.
After the departure of the
(oof, I really don't feel good and I'm watching a movie atm. I'm so sorry, guys ;; )
((Bump for the others.
Though if you feel you have not much to write or just rather we skip you this time feel free to say so. I will only skip you once and if you have something to say next go around you will get your chance.
FishBiscuit, Do not worry about it. Next time you are welcome to request a skip if you prefer. Though I do not mind short posts as a way to remind people your character is still there.))
((okie:)))
The petite doe snuggles up
((Nacadia is a mute so i narrate her life in color XD))
[[Go ahead and skip me.
A cool breeze carried bits of
But it was one particular fiber of information on that simple breeze that caught the red stag’s interest and drew his attention away from the small gathering. The familiar scent of the blue stag that he had often watched and attempted many times to coax into games that the other stag simply had no interest in. Brown gaze lifted to catch the newest arrival with a steady, blank stare. He seemed not in the slightest intimidated by the cold glare of the other. However the fact that those scornful sapphires were trained on his own hide had sparked a bit of curiosity.
With a slow and rather lazy motion Gustiro dragged himself back to his hooves. Seeming nearly reluctant to leave the warmed patch of ground he was laying on and the new comfort of a companion so close. He took a moment to run the chin and bottom jaw of the skull mask along the top of Itavera’s head affectionately before leaving his side to turn to the blue one.
He moved closer to the blue stag yet kept a considerable distance between them as the red bull pulled up to the right side of the other male. Although Gustiro seemed as active as ever and in good health even he held marks of the escapades of the night before with Ren. Fresh cuts of antler and bite marks litter his body splitting between the hairs. Even though they were all just another stroke on the tapestry of scars the bulky stag had gathered throughout his rather active life he was in no hurry to jump into games with the blue stag today and reopen still healing wounds. He left his side exposed though his dark brown eyes and ears were locked onto the other with an air of curiosity surrounding his more or less relaxed posture.
((Did not have to go today. ( :
lolamad911, I moved our little RP Here. I hope you do not mind. This way I do not get lost or miss posting for someone. ))
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(( Bump.
Hm… It seems no one is interested in posting right now. I think they are all waiting to see what the blue stag will do? I think you are in the clear to post next, Fincayra. lol
You all are welcome to roleplay amongst yourselves as well while Gustiro is distracted. I do not mind. That way you all are not completely bored? ))
((Oh, I'm sorry! I totally
The huge stag's nonchalant and lazy demeanor was infuriating. It was obvious he wasn't taking this seriously, just as he had not taken him on their first encounter. Stupid brute, the Blue Stag thought bitterly. All his loathing for Gustiro channeled into the long streams of blood flooding from beneath the crimson-tainted skull. He hated him for his stalking, for his obsession with him. He hated stags in general, but this one he despised above them all.
"We have much to discuss." The ebony wisps floating in the sapphire pools of his eyes became more prominent as they twisted and writhed around the pupils, which had suddenly turned to thin slits. They brightened with morbid excitement, narrowing as the dark stag glared at the other through the sockets of the skull. "Where should we begin? Ah, I have an idea. How about we begin with me. What is it you see in me that interests you, sir?" The last word came out as a venomous hiss, his tone mocking. The flow of blood thinned to a trickle, but the heavy stains on the midnight blue pelt remained. The stag's body quivered with the same excitement seen in his eyes; the pupils were so think they were almost nonexistent, and the black wisps swirled around in each iris intensely. The jaws of the skull parted in a malevolent grin, making him appear as if he were laughing. He fixed Gustiro with burning eyes, awaiting his response.