...sits in a semi-circle. They are widely varied, pelts of rainbow hues and antlers in all shapes and sizes-or none at all. Upon looking closer, one can see that some sit just a little further away, or in peculiar manners. Some have taken to the shadows, others to the light. All of them are waiting...
Skip to the very bottom of the blog for a summary and song list.
[Click read more!]
[Some loud and very loud music. You've been warned.]
Ama sits on the far left, calmly, though her ears are pricked up, listening for sudden movements. The crow feathers upon her head and down her neck wave slightly in the wind; even the two attached to her neck by luminescent blue beads, one feather a creamy white, the other darkest black, wave. Her long fur, just grown in for winter, cascades in shaggy little clumps, keeping her warm despite the snow. Her blue eyes stare straight ahead out of the face of a real deer, though one who knew her know that it was not always the face of a real deer she wears.
A stag sits directly to her right, proud antlers spiraling to the heavens, but not quite reaching. His eyes are a clear, steely grey, piercing to look into, as if he were seeing the soul of the deer that he was looking at. Perhaps he would say that he could, in some way. Bags hang under his eyes, a testament to his exhaustion, nearly constant, with the ways of the world. His face is drawn as well, showing signs of ancient times, ancient struggles long past, no mask to cover it. His pelt is a dark red, the color of blood, crisscrossed with old scars and wounds that never quite healed. He is old now, having seen what would have been many lives. The Priest sighs and closes his eyes.
Beside him sits a nervous wreck of a deer, constantly resettling herself, ears always pricked. Her face is hidden behind a mask of orange stripes, the rest of it pale as fear. Her antlers, odd for a doe, are covered in wilting purple flowers that shed their petals onto her dark brown coat, still specked with fawn spots, though which anydeer could see her very bones showing through. She coughs nearly constantly, great shuddering hacks that wrack her body. Yet something keeps The Fawn in the semi-circle.
Beside her sits a deer proudly grooming his own long, golden fur. His ram horns curve in a gentle arc above his head. When he looks up, the eyes from the face of a real deer are anything but; like a cat's, they are slitted and a bright yellow. Yet, the goofy smile across his face is anything but threatening. In fact, he looks quite lovable. Somehow, though, one know that Ulh has something...rather off inside him, a pale coat with markings ready to come out at any time. But for now, he was quite amiable.
Lady Escha sits beside the deer, looking rather disgusted at even being in the vicinity. Of course, the mask that lays upon her face isn't exactly welcome, with its long nose and what seems to be a grimace. Her small body is twisted and gnarled, including her stub-like antlers. Green stains the body at odd places as well, marking her a healer. She snorts and looks up, waiting for this to just end.
Echo sits beside the little deer, looking down at her hooves. Her peacock feathers sit lightly around her head, which is also graced by a mask that makes light whistling sounds. Her light tan pelt shines in the slight sun of the snowy day. She suddenly leaps to her feet at the sound of a bellow and answers it with her own call; when no deer answers, she sighs.Her brother, who has been standing protectively over her, steps up to reassure her, whispering softly in her ear. When she nods, he goes back to standing over her. His mask matches hers, though no peacock feathers grace his head; instead, poppies intertwine with his antlers. His pelt, too, is a darker shade, chocolate and gold, even in the shadow that is cast on him by the tree nearby. Siga glances at the rest of the deer before resuming his watch.
A golden doe, wearing the same sort of pelt as the earlier stag, watches the scene with blank eyes. She sees no deer, save for the two to her left and the solitary stag to her right. All else is non-existent. A butterfly lands on her nose, a near mirror of the shapes of thin purple lines of a mask along her face, and she smiles. It stays for a moment before flitting off; she watches it go with sadness in her deep blue eyes. Suddenly, she starts, as a fawn bumps into her. She blinks at it, then bows, laughing at herself for somehow missing it. The butterfly antlers rattle slightly as she does so, and the fawn scatters, being a skittish little thing. Ceu sits again, staring out.
Beside her, a stag sits, flicking his ears mildly back and forth. His antlers, naught but stubs, were not his strongest point. Many would take him for a doe, or weak, but he was anything but; scars crisscrossed his body, faded to a light gray for winter, from fights long past, fights for survival that he had won. The skull upon his face looked mildly at all, hiding the true expression on the deer's face beneath. Athere truly frowned, wondering on many things; food was first on his mind. Yet, still he sat.
Beside him sits a doe, eyes closed in the snow. It gathers upon her back, surrounding candles placed on the dusty brown coat. Her ribs can be clearly seen, The candles continue in from the top of her head down her back, some lit, some still new. Her ears flick mildly back and she opens her eyes, the only part of her face unhidden by the mask of a blackbird upon her face. She peers around at the others, then smiles kindly at the shivering and nervous one at the other end. She smiles and calls to it, motioning it to join her at the end of the line. Reluctantly, it does so, shivering against her. As they talk in low voices, one candle lights upon the doe's back. Voice smiles sadly, then lays her head between the antlers of the other, comforting her.
Behind her, a ghostly shape lurks, the outline of the fawn's scruffy body obscured by the mist that swirls around it as well as the darkness of the shade. The fawn is constantly alert, watching, looking behind it. Yet, something about its demeanor is cold, devoid of emotion. Suddenly it shifts, body growing.Spiked antlers jut from the head, a mask forming from the mist. The body stretches and thins, the mist mutating to a liquid-like substance that still swirls lazily. The creature laughs, gratingly, then begins to reform slightly.The mask shortens, grows spikes, and cracks. Red eyes peer from behind it, menacing and filled with insanity. Antlers, now blood-red and tall, filled with candles, drip wax to it, creating runnels. The now-exposed mouth gapes, like a jack-o-lantern. The creature smirks, then shivers as the body transforms again.This time, the liquid-like substance turns to harmless mist, swirling about the body of a ghostly real deer. The candles stop dripping wax, instead guttering in a mournful way, flickering in the snow. The eyes match, darkened to black with a long present sorrow; one might wonder if those eyes could break hearts. The creature sighs, then sits, looking out at the forest that was once his home. Now, for Lantern, it was his prison.
Behind even that strange creature lurks another, body covered in open wounds. His...or rather, its face is clear for all to see, plain and simple, yet it too was covered by wounds. Strange yellow flutes protrude from its head, flaring at the ends, shining even in deep shadow. For a second, it touches the sunshine and recoils, shaking its head and hissing. When Idea's head comes up, its eyes are lost, accusing, angered, tragically sad in one. It lowers its head again, pawing at the ground.
Behind the group paces a doe whose eyes are blank as lumps of coal, yet seem to cry blood-tears. She is constantly turning her head, listening, trying to hear things before they could harm her. She couldn't see them very well at all, though, especially if they should happen to come up on her left side; it was in that eye that she was blind. She starts, causing the butterfly antlers to rattle suddenly, like leaves in an autumn wind. She turns her gaze to the forest floor, still walking erratically.
Suddenly rushing up, a stag in a monarch pelt bows dramatically to the group. His bare antlers dip to the forest floor as he rushes an apology. He examines the group, not just looking for a place to sit. He finds it, choosing to sit by Ama, to her left. The mask he wears, glinting golden in the sun, drops to the forest floor, where he leaves it. The verdant green eyes behind dance with good humor and warmth, echoed also the smiling and slightly wrinkled face. He looks about with what might seem to be intelligence, though he would never acknowledge that, preferring modesty.
Sitting off to the side, a stag with antlers five-tined lays his head on the forest floor. He breathes upon a leaf, which flies upward in the sudden draft. His pelt, shining iridescent in magpie hues, soaks up the little heat of the cold day. He lifts his head cautiously, listening, as hoof beats approach, eyes peering from underneath a mask of stretched fingers, like shadows. Raven winces and slides further back into the shadows.
A deer with spiraling antlers, two straight spikes not normal for his kind, slides into the group and struts amongst them, eyes glittering with hatred as they recoil. He sighs and lowers his head, speaking to Ceu, who does not respond. He growls and moves on, searching. Somehow, he does not find Raven. The stag snorts in anger, shudders passing down his golden-brown pelt, which too holds a few fawn-spots. Er'esham growls and plants himself down at the opposite end from Raven, glaring at the others.
A doe suddenly darts from the shadows, giggling and smiling. Her eyes behind the hands mask glow with happiness as she hops for a few moments. The peacock feathers bounce up and down, green against the blue backdrop of her pelt. She suddenly halts, looking around wildly, and darts off. A few moments later, she returns, abashed, then sits at the side of The Fawn and Voice.
One stag sticks to the shadows, hiding behind a pillar of the ruins, which are fairly close to the deer gathered in a group. His pelt is riddled with wounds that cannot heal, a deep gray. His face is but a skull, no skin seen upon it. Poppies lie in his antlers, wilting even as he stands. He sighs and places his head against the pillar, listening to the group. He would join them...but he knows he could not. Instead, he too will wait.
A stag sidles up, smiling cunningly. His eyes gleam with it, like amber. He chuckles and pulls out a rather strange looking object; he then proceeds to speak in a low voice with Athere. Athere, for his part, ignores the stag, who glares but recovers himself quickly. His golden-brown pelt glints in the sunlight, matched only by a grinning golden mask. His antlers, however, are covered in odd objects; shining feathers, bits of string, and much more. He proceeds down the line, losing little objects and gaining new ones. He sits in the shade of a tree, glinting and glittering, and waits.
Slowly, surely, a stag moves from the shadows, almost seeming as though he had been a part of them. Open wounds glimmer and glisten upon the dark gray frame, though they don't seem to bleed; in fact they don't look much like normal wounds. The strange stag stands for a moment, skull face glistening and glances at the group. He sits on the left, where the deer inch away from him. He does not blink. The stubs upon his head would seem to imply that he was young...yet something about him screams that he is not. Perhaps it is the slightly proud way he holds his head, as if he were something more long ago. He continues gazing impassively outwards.
A stag, gone silver with age, walks up to the group slightly unsteadily. Er'esham stands, walking over to help the stag, but is pushed away. A light in the stag's eyes shows the fire that still hides within him. His great antlers twist far above his head, and he makes his way to the spot where his son was sitting. Ti'alarac sits, though a stands when Er'esham sits a bit too close. The younger stag shifts away, lowering his gaze.
A red stag leaps in, jumping over the heads of the assembled deer, and grinning as he stops abruptly. Everything about the stag is fiery; his yellow eyes glow with an intensity that makes it hard to meet his gaze, though they are not without warmth. Candles flare brightly above his proud red antlers, glowing even in the day. His face is covered by a mask like fingers, only a slightly darker red than his pelt. The lines of it almost seem to glow. He grins and stands a bright patch of sunlight, looking either very dangerous or simply very tricky.
Another stag, green scales gleaming, thuds up. His antlers cast a shadow on the deer below and he grins, looking at Ceu. Not seeing him, she completely ignores him. He frowns and comes up to her, flashing her what he deems to be a winning smile. She smiles back and he moves closer, showing off his antlers. The tribal mask bobs up and down and Ceu backs away, uncomfortable. Siga stands and glares pointedly at the stag, who bows and bobbles off to a nearby tree, grinning stupidly beneath the mask.
This time, it is a doe that comes up to the group, albeit nervously. She looks around and carefully avoids the shadows, instead choosing another bright spot of light. She grins nervously beneath the paint of the grinning mask, shifting from foot to foot. Suddenly, a fawn by her slips, and she sighs, shaking her head, upon which are some rather large zombie antlers. She sits, covering the light part of her pelt and leaving only the dark blue above, and glances out, seeing nothing.
A strange deer wanders up to the group, looking out of eyes of a light purple. The wind suddenly intensifies, then dies down to a light gust. The mask she wears is red, with a high brow of snow white. When she calls softly to the group, it makes a sad sort of moan. Her pelt glints in the sun, almost hinting of other hues within it. Purple flowers, flowers the color of her eyes and more, thousands of hues, peek from her antlers, odd for a doe. She sits by the doe in the beluga pelt and hands her a light purple flower. She smiles as the doe relaxes slightly, then closes her eyes. It didn't always work, but it was always worth a try.
A rather plain doe wanders up to the group, keeping her eyes on the floor. She is rather tiny, body gnarled with age. After so many years, it was still hard for her to meet the eyes of others. Scars could be plainly seen on her body, her muzzle, her legs. Yet, there was a sort of exhausted fire within her eyes, something that wouldn't quite die. The black stubs of her antlers were twisted and gnarled, perhaps a sign of her age. After so many years...she had finally found heaven. She lays down in the sun, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.
A scattered doe walks up to the group, monarch pelt glowing fiery colors even though the light is not too bright. The mask on her face, rounded into a black bulb with white eyes, cannot hide how she looks about, jumping at thin air. She begins to speak in a different language, then shakes her head, tries again. This time, her words come out with an accent not fitting to the one of the forest. She tries again, and finally gets it right...then sighs and sits, leaving much space between her and the next deer, the kirin stag.
One doe follows her. Everything about this doe is symmetry; each half of her is a mirror image of the other, from her black and white pelt (a match to the antlers) to the long mask she wears upon her face. She frowns and paces around a place by the fiery stag, seeming to shift the leaves. When she is satisfied that they are all in order, she sits, though not before clearing the dirt of any scuff marks. She looks about, frowns at what she sees, and looks down.
One especially hyper deer leaps over the top of the doe, landing in front of her. This causes a rather gruff and tense reaction from the doe, who begins to work again. The new doe shrugs, then searches the group. She sets her eyes on Raven and quietly makes her way to him. Her nightfall pelt blends with his, though the strange bell-like shapes coming from her head glow even in the shadows. Her mask matches his, covering her face like hands. Laira grins and nuzzles him, cheering him up a bit.
The last stag to approach is a rather introverted deer, pelt a light gray. Snow still covers his head between the magpie feathers, and he shakes it off, smiling with embarrassment. He quietly approaches to sit at the edge, studying the group with bright eyes behind the mask of a blackbird. Voice suddenly looks up and motions him over, though he politely refuses, preferring the edges.
The snow covers the large group as they wait together, all different, yet all here for one reason. Who are they waiting for?
They are waiting for you.
----
Tl;dr: Amadahy/Ama The Priest
The Fawn Ulh Lady Escha [formerly Schefra] Echo Siga Ceu Athere Voice Fawn-LanternEvil LanternInsane LanternKind/sad Lantern Idea Unnamed Skittish doe Actor; name unknown Raven/Re'aravan Er'esham Doe, unnamed, happy and bouncy with a rather dark side No true name yet; Guardian of the Ruins Unnamed "sly guy" and purveyor of random items Mindless/emotionless zombie Ti'alarac Fiery stag Buff idiot Zombie antlered doe Golden doe with purple flowers Aging, plain doe Jumpy, scattered doe "Symmetric" doe Laira Scholarly introvert stag
Playlist tracks: Imaginary By Evanescence Boadicea By Enya
Colors By Crossfade Early Birdie By Owl City Getting Away With Murder By Papa Roach Whisper By Evanescence 10 YearsBy Russian Roulette The Butterfly By Celtic Woman World So Cold By 12 Stones The Voice By Celtic Woman HopelessBy Breaking Benjamin They're Coming To Take Me Away By Neuroticfish 3 Leaf Loser by 12 Stones Papercut By Linkin Park The English Ladye And The Knight By Loreena Mckennitt New Divide by Linkin Park Scars By Papa Roach Crawl By Breaking Benjamin Into The Nothing By Breaking Benjamin Smooth Operator By Sade Top of the World By The All American Rejects Blow me away By Breaking Benjamin Give You Hell By The All American Rejects Bringing Home A Baby Bumble Bee The Howling By Within Temptation Moonlight Sonata By Beethoven Move Along By The All American Rejects Mystery of You By Red Symmetry By Brainchild Dark Blue By Jacks Mannequin China Roses By Enya
Ask away! Roleplay the question out or not; your choice.
Some of these characters do not exist fully yet. They appeared in-game at one point or another, however.
The doe known as Kaoori walked close to the Priest, making small circles around the area he was in. I suppose I shouldn't have to ask this now. What you think of me. You should know all too well what I think of you..
The Priest puts his ears back, frowning. He does not meet her eyes. "What do I think of you? You are a foolish doe who insists on instigating a fight that she cannot win. You are a fool, and no longer worth my notice."
The Priest chuckles dryly. "Indeed, though foolishness is much more prominent." He subconsciously turns his head to glance at the dried blood on his right leg, though he quickly corrects himself and looks back.
((Ah, okay. Because responding with so any deer might...take awhile. |D Not that I wouldn't like it. xD
And ah. Alright. He may very well go mad from this. |D))
Well...he probably doesn't even know, unless he is both ignorant of some things and keenly aware of others...which is odd, but does occur. :3
Atvana doesn't think that he will ever like it (this consciousness of him) this lifetime. It doesn't mind. It's used to being a parent with a child angrily pounding at its shins; it could not possibly love him any more or less than it does at this moment. 8D
Atvana has a little list of deer that it thinks dislike it (the list is on it's biography). It had quite a depressing time in the forest last night. :3
Mine start on the...15th, I think?
Yes, math will. DD:
I can't imagine Bio being easy for me, History isn't going to be fun, Spanish is going to be hard (so says the Spanish teacher herself; apparently a bunch of people flunked it last year), English shuld be fine...And I think that's it. >.<
But at least Bio is multiple choice. :3
Amadahy will see the secret soon enough. XD It's really nothing all too amazing. XD
P.S., next time we're on MSN together, can you spam me with some spelldatas? >_> I don't like being one of those people, but they're for the things that I can no longer get from the forest. ._.
I don't much either, unless it's like "Oh, can I has this? I dun wanna go get spellspammed for five minutes." Which I've never actually seen happen before.
WOO tracking. beware
beware priest! Kaoori has MUCH to ask. xD
/tracked. x3 ...Oh dear.
...Oh dear. |D
I can't guarantee his answers will be very kind.
xD
(And yes, this is also serving to bump it up, since I posted this really late last night).
The doe known as Kaoori
I suppose I shouldn't have to ask this now. What you think of me. You should know all too well what I think of you..
(I fail. I could only come up with that. ;_; )
The Priest puts his ears
(No! It's something!
I suppose you consider me
The Priest chuckles dryly.
"Can you see the snowflakes?"
((Oh gods no. XD ...Do you
...Do you want me to answer that with every single one of them? |D))
XDDD Atvana only meant it
Atvana only meant it for The Priest, and not even for him to respond to.
It's just keeping its word. :3
It has no other questions. No, not yet. :3
((Ah, okay. Because
And ah. Alright. He may very well go mad from this. |D))
I...think you are going to
((Haha, I might. xD And yes.
Well, then it will take that
I keep seeing the title of
Kaoori glanced at the Priest's bleeding back leg.
So who did you anger this time?
@Sere: He may not ever be
@Kaoori:
...OH LOL.
*laughs*
The Priest looks up at her with cold eyes. "Anger? I did not a thing to anger him. You are quite well suited to him." He smiles coldly.
(In other words, Wesker. |D)
*tracktracktrack*
Atvana's spirit smiles
/tracked Hi Zerg.
And I'm glad.
He'd be happy were he not so freaked out about it. x3
Ocean, Well...he probably
Well...he probably doesn't even know, unless he is both ignorant of some things and keenly aware of others...which is odd, but does occur. :3
Atvana doesn't think that he will ever like it (this consciousness of him) this lifetime. It doesn't mind. It's used to being a parent with a child angrily pounding at its shins; it could not possibly love him any more or less than it does at this moment. 8D
Atvana has a little list of deer that it thinks dislike it (the list is on it's biography). It had quite a depressing time in the forest last night. :3
Hrm, I'd say he wouldn't
And no, he won't. Yay. |D
Aww! Dx
Well, I did. XD It was just
So any faults or illusions it carries are due to my presentation. >w>
Atvana will leave him be now. :3
Indeed it would, and that
Kind of it. |D He could use a break.
No kidding. He could always
Indeed. |D He also seems to
Well, the fact that he was
...More like, he went and sat
I do like a trouble-maker. XD
*Waves.* Long time no see.
Long time no see. :3
Atvana met Basil~
Atvana wonders when Ama is going to remanifest. >w>
Hi. Indeed. I've been going
Indeed. I've been going to bed earlier & stressing over exams. >.<''
I heard.
I have no idea. Maybe Sunday? D:
I see. I've been going to bed
Let's see who's healthier! >_>
XD It was funny. Atvana kept looking for her the whole time because it knew that would be interesting.
It will wait until then. <3
It's not me! xDDD And they're
And they're a week off. >.<
...Just worried about math, mainly. D:
...Aww. xDDD
And yes. Yes it would.
Alright.
I've got a little less than
Biology will be the easiest~ :3
*Sends you a stupid, pointless offline message.*
Mine start on the...15th, I
Yes, math will. DD:
I can't imagine Bio being easy for me, History isn't going to be fun, Spanish is going to be hard (so says the Spanish teacher herself; apparently a bunch of people flunked it last year), English shuld be fine...And I think that's it. >.<
But at least Bio is multiple choice. :3
...xDDD *will eventually see it*
Eeks. No wonder you're sorta
I have to go now. I just realized how much math I actually have, and if I don't outright get off of anything forest related, I may never finish.
Good night. :3
Thanks, I need it. D: I
I really, really need to stop forgetting my Spanish book at school. This is this first night I've had it. >.<
Yikes, good luck to you too.
'Night. :3
Or not. Meeting Mute for a
Quite forgetting your Spanish book! D8
Also noted. |D I wish I
I wish I could. DD:
But now I can study. :3
Mute has been met. >w> Quit*
Quit* Lawl. Quite. XD
This is good! 8D
Have...uh, fun?
Atvana FINALLY got its set back. *Saves spelldata.*
*Goes to edit story.*
I'll have it up in a jiffy! Well, not literally. A jiffy is actually a real measure of time. One thousandths of a second, if I remember right...
I saw. ;3 And I noticed.
And I noticed. xDD
Studied.
Yay! x3
Alright. ^^
And yes, I'd hope you weren't quite that fast. x3
Did you see the set Atvana
Whoo-hoo! Being studied is good.
I...would too, actually. ._.
*Starts. XD*
Nope. x3 ...Not quite what I
...Not quite what I was going for? xDDDD
If you were, there might be problems. x3
Yay.
Maybe I would be able to
XD
And good, it's a secret. :3
*Modifies writing into a blog here. Will be up soon.*
OH HEY EDIT: Lawls, it's a story!
Thar ya' go~
Try! Sekrit? ;o *read it*
Sekrit? ;o
*read it*
Amadahy will see the secret
P.S., next time we're on MSN together, can you spam me with some spelldatas? >_> I don't like being one of those people, but they're for the things that I can no longer get from the forest. ._.
Oh dear. |D Sure. I've never
Sure. I've never had qualms about it. ^^'''
I don't much either, unless
Which is good.
And.
Uh.
*Shuts up.*
Nor have I. :3 ...xDDD
...xDDD
Tracking~~ "Soc" hasn't
"Soc" hasn't spoken to Myu in a while. And who knows, she might divert her attention..."elsewhere."
*Glances at The Priest*
Will post later though, I actually have schoolwork to do :<
THANK YOU for reminding me of
He'd love to talk to her. :3
And xDDD
Also...so do I. O.O
Mwah, no problem~!
I like causing mischief whenever I can.
Maybe I can let Mie speak as well =3
Lol, well get going on it~! =3