8o Oooooh..

That used to be my Driftwood's picto. XD
Wound up giving it to this guy since Drift is kind of not used. XD

:3

XD I thought step was wrong. Thanks. XD

Cool bio, and I hope my deer can meet him someday!

Oh lol, they just did. XD And they had a friendly spar.
(I had to cut it short to go afk though) |D

XD Ah, ok.
Part of me wants to write a bit on their meeting and spar.

I almost wonder what it would be like if they were rivals. Except, he has to grow a bit first. |D

@Kaoori: x3 It'd be interesting. Actually, friend or rival would be interesting. 8'D
And at the ruins, that was basically his first time finding Lagho's grave. |D All that running around and emoting was response to seeing multiple ghosts there. XD

@Mikuru: Yep. ^^ Good t' meet yua.

Espeially what his dad tells him. XD
Though as it is, Archelius doesn't know Dark is alive. XD He's looking for ghosts, and possably those familiar with ghosts or history. |D

^^ Thanks.

*squeal* That's who I saw run by!
8D
/was wondering

I see you thar B|

Moments before, he had been allowing himself to become lost in meditation in that one spot. The feeling of the sun on his golden back in the cooling weather came quite plesant, almost reminicant of forign lands in other seasons. Archelius' aquatic blue eyes opened and turned to the black and white doe as she greeted him, and threw the opening of his skull mask's mouth a smile can be seen briefly. In a manner considered polite, he dips his head to her. In the back of his mind, he can sense something unique about the doe. Perhaps an association to the ruins. When he speaks, his voice comes in a monotone.
"Perhaps we have met before?" he suggests. The possibility is incredibly small, but if anything they could have passed eachother in walking at some time.

At this, his ears perk slightly. He always found it interesting how quickly very certain individual deer are able to link him to another. His expression remains blank in this regard. Those blue eyes seem to take on a curiousity, more so in how she knows the only one with the same eyes rather than who he reminds her of.
"Would this deer be the one called Darkweaver?" he asks casually.

The golden stag had a slight hesitation. This was only out of the pure fact that there were other deer in the same area who might indiscreetly be listening in. He had some knowledge of vandettas still lingering, and had no desire to unintentionally become involved. He only nods once, to indicate his answer. "You might say he is an ancestor." This, hopefully, would be a safer statement than to outright proclaim that he is Dark's son, especially with Kaoori and Wesker so nearby. He did not have any intentions to break any good terms due to the trivial thing that is genetics.

He tilts his head toward the blue doe not far away, then looks back at Melinoe. "Yes, I've become well acquainted to her family." he responds. Without going too far into detail, it was really Takeshi, Kaoori's eldest son, who got him around to meeting Kao and Wesker. He had been around when the loss of Hoshiko occured and lent what emotional support he could, but since then hasn't really been around nearly as much. It might have had something to do with Take having a mate now, and himself not wishing to impose on all the nearby and related couples. Heck, he wouldn't sit much closer to the family than he is now unless explicitly asked to, lest he impose. Of course, it's awkward too. Turning his attention back to the doe, part of him wished to concieve questions of his own. She was certainly an interesting one, and the spirits hiding within his massive antlers continued to whisper into his mind that they had heard from the ruin ghosts that she is frequent to the ruins and to listen to the spirits. "It is strange to not have encountered you before. Are you around the ruins much?" he asks, finally, in his usual monotone.

Archelius nodded slightly, more to himself in understanding than anything. He was much the same, generally being around the ruins when within the forest. Having been born and raised as a nomad, and lived his life in the same ways he learned in upbringing, he would be hard pressed to stay here in this forest long. "Sounds like you spend much of your time outside this forest as well." he points out, still maintaining that easy monotone. Polite, formal, but so void of influx or emotion.

With the conversation momentarilly subsiding, the large stag closes his eyes again, apparently going either into a state of rest or resumed meditation. The traces of smoke radiating off his antlers momentarilly seems to dance and behave as though it had it's own life force. Without the command of the necromancer, one of the spirits takes an intangeable form beside Archelius, briefly turning six curious red eyes toward the demi-goddess, in mutual curiousity.

The spirit soon took on the image of what must have in life been a doe. She stands only about half as tall as Archelius, and has a rather young look to her, as though she was not nearly done growing before her death. Her eyes are the same shade of blue as that of Laghodessa, and the feathers in place of antlers are the same kind of gray; only subtly touched with hints of neon blue. She nods to Melanoe as an answer.
"Our brother wouldn't get very far without us." she flashes a smile. Whether she is serious or meaning that as a joke is hard to decide. Archelius gives a soft snort, tilting his head to look briefly at the ghost.

( Yay, Laoise appearance.)

Edit: TEF went down >| THURSDAY I SWEAR

c:
Hello!
This guy is awesome. rofl.

And the mini was Balthamos.

So this is the guy sitting with Levi and Illrose, I was wondering who it was. n_n

*track*

@Paz: ((It's a French word, pronounced much like L'ow-eyes. Or at least that's how I say it. XD))

The other spirit presant, Adrastos, remained more or less hidden as the mist radiating off Archelius' antler. Clearly among the ghosts, the young doe had to be the most socialy capable. Laoise could more or less sense the demi-goddess had more questions that she might be willing to answer, but for not does not press the matter directly. She strides toward Melanoe, with a step that seems mixed on whether it belonged to a fawn or a spirit. In truth, she was closer to being a fawn than an adult. She stops within a few strides and sits there.

@Kao:

Golden ears flick skyward as they pick up on the familiar voice. Deceptively passive blue eyes turn toward the source of the sound and are greeted with the sight of the blue buck on the hill. One of those rare smiles appears on his lips. Since the past summer, he had not changed much if at all. He still bore the same size, markings, skull and number of bright red tines on his massive antlers. Even though his friend had grown in the past year, he still towered over the other, blessed by the size of the dominant Irish Elk genes in his own blood.

"It is good to see you again, Takeshi." he calls back, welcomingly enough. He may have been in rut, but he wasn't exactly aggressive about it, at least yet. He bows back, nodding his head to the other before standing proper again. "You have certainly changed in the past year. How have things been?"

Archelius seemed surprised, if not intrigued. "You have a son?" he echoes, mostly to digest the idea mentally. It was a little difficult to think of Kaoori as a grandmother, or what had been akin to a kid a year ago now being a father. A soft chuckle escapes the larger stag. "I can't make any promises." he comments, in as much of a well humored manner his monotone can manage.