...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...
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[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.
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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.
Myu, a flashy red Mini, arrives to a rather peculiar sight.
A large group of deer has laid themselves within the Forest, gazing as if they await to be spoke to.
Most of them are rather unfamiliar to her, but a few catch her eye.
The Priest.
She snorts, her distaste ever the more obvious.
Lanturn.
Those she never spoke to the young deer, she had seen him out and about. His tragic story left her feeling somewhat heartbroken.
But it is the final deer that ignites her energy.
Soc.
The stag whom had taught her many things, bestowed knowledge upon her...she looked to him as a father, albeit a cheery one whom enjoyed a good frolic through the Forest.
She approaches the group, noticing The Priest's agitated shifting. But she chooses to ignore it, deciding to save the real show for last.
Laying within the half circle of deer, all eyes upon her on this empty stage, she turns her skull face upon Soc, speaking, with great affection in her voice:
Soc...it has been many moons since I've laid my eyes upon you. You certainly haven't changed much. But perhaps it is for the better."
Hearing a coughing sound, she is tempted to look, but she already knows the source. She keeps her gaze upon the smiling stag in front of her, recalling the happiest of memories swimming within her mind.
While this is merely trivial, I wish to ask why you haven't been in the Forest much. Perhaps it is becoming too filled with stories to take in all at once? The forest has grown considerably since I was born into it, and to be honest, I've missed your presence greatly.
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Crap question is crap Dx
I know it's hard to juggle so many deer, but it's the only question I can think of other than, "How are you," and all that other jazz.
Mmm...The Priest shall converse with her...at the end 8D
Lol, I thought I had a boatload too, only to realize that Thanksgiving break messed up my online schedule, so I did some of the work a week early Dx
Socrates, now being called by his name, meets her gaze with his characteristic grin. His green eyes flash underneath his golden mask. He removes the shining cover, revealing a jolly face. His voice booms out, unintentionally.
"Myu, my dear! It has been much too long. As for why I have not ventured into the forest as of late?" He laughs.
"It is becoming winter, and I have become much more sluggish! I have been sleeping quite often; awakening is becoming harder, even though there is no true winter here. I shall try to awaken more often, though I do not know how easy that will be." He grins.
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It's something!
xDDD And yes, it is. I've got too many ideas for my own good.
Ah. x3
...Mah. D: I have a boatload still. Darned teachers. At least we can't get homework after Wednesday.
She finds his grin quite contagious. Or perhaps it is merely the Mini magic, taking hold of her, as it often times did.
Still, she feels the warmth of a deer most kind and loving, and she rides upon it, elated at the thought of seeing Socrates again.
Indeed, it has been much too long since I've last seen you. She shifts her weight slightly. Hmmm...for seeming so young, it's quite surprising to hear that the winter wears you down. Although to be honest, I don't much like the snow either. Hooves are not designed for it.
She sighs, realizing that the conversation was going to end up nowhere. And quite soon.
I'm sorry for not having many questions for you...I merely just wanted to see you again...
He laughs, throwing his head back in laughter.
"Young?! Ha! That's the first time I've been called young in awhile. I am not what many would call "young", just young at heart. I do hope this winter is not too harsh, though. It is quite fine that you do not have that many questions. I, too, am glad simply to see you."
The wrinkles look very charming under his eyes.
Hmm...well, for not being young, you certainly seem as jovial. She laughs quietly, perhaps wondering what the deer surrounding her are thinking.
To be frank...I wish to tell you of my tale...but...not with so many nearby...especially... Her skull snaps to The Priest, whom quickly looks away, but not before she catches a look of disgust soiling his face. He needs no knowledge of what I know. Perhaps another time we can discuss such a matter...
"Being young at heart is akin to being immortal, my dear. I do wish to hear your tale upon some time; I do understand." He grins.
"But how have you been? I see you, instead, are quite changed..."
I have been...quite well actually. Although there is a nagging upon my heart, for the most part, things have settled down...I have found love in a rather unexpected place...perhaps you remember the striped stag, Luis? He and I are officially mates...it's a bizarre feeling. I was never seeking love, and yet I found it...
She recalls the night that Luis confessed to her. Oh, what a painful yet jovial night it was.
"Ah, my Myu, congratulations. I am so glad that you have found someone to love. He seems a kind young stag; I am so happy for you." However, his gaze holds a touch of sadness.
Quotes herself from earlier: "Atvana has a little list of deer that it thinks dislike it (the list is on its biography). It had quite a depressing time in the forest last night."
I take that back. That was me being silly. >w> I think its behavior has a slight alteration now. It won't run anymore, so far.
"Ah, not so much. It is long since history. Worry not; I am indeed happy for you." This time, his face is not tainted by sadness.
"But this Luis...He does love you, am I correct?" He frowns slightly.
((And now he becomes fatherly. *kicks him in* :3))
Hm. I understand your concern; it is only natural. But I hope you don't wish to lecture me either. She laughs with equal humour, a cutesy song in the middle of nowhere.
(Myu and I are idiots~ We're always forgetting someone xD)
Thank you for speaking with me. I've missed you much. She nuzzles him, feeling like a daughter to this stag. The moment leaves her feeling elated, happy to have seen him again.
She does not let it hinder her as she walks to The Priest, her eyes trained upon him. Despite her dislike, she feels a conversation is in order. After hearing whispers of the God's disownment, she is left feeling curious as to his fate.
As she nears, she catches a glimpse of him glowering at her. She sits in front of him, her Mini form dwarfing her. She raises her skull to see him, and thinks for a moment, before speaking.
The winds have whispered some interesting news. She starts, wondering how he will react to her presence. They claim that the Gods bid their farewell to you. While at first, I wasn't quite sure, your attack on Kaoori - she glances at his bleeding leg - and Wesker seems to suggest otherwise. What I ponder is what you will do, now that the Gods are no longer with you. I'm under the assumption this gives you the freedom to do as you please, but with one such as yourself, anything could be possible, no?
Regardless of his response, she will not let it damper her good mood.
(Thanks. I was hoping to delay "the show" but it seems like a good time to start it, no?)
The Priest, on the other hand, continues fixing her in a steely gaze. His body is now covered with strange opens wounds, certainly not from Kaoori or Wesker. He begins in a steady voice.
"Does will talk. Perhaps what they say is not true; have you considered such? No. No, I suppose you have not. My Gods have not left me. I sense them yet; I am sure they are yet there. Of course this does not give me such freedom from them; I am forever bonded in their service. I wish nothing more."
He continues to looks straight at her.
"I see that you are falling. It will not be long now, I presume."
[Minor "non-truths"; They simply are not speaking to him and have indeed disowned them, but he sure as heck isn't going to acknowledge that.
And Sere: Yes, he used his "last strike" and is currently disowned.]
It was not just the does. I heard many stags say it as well.
She glances at him, seeing him drenched with denial. It humours her somewhat to see him like this, but at the same time, there is a small trace of pity within her.
To be completely frank...I taunt the thought of you drowning in denial. Your eyes appear quite glossy, like someone whom has lost their soul, their purpose. I am not trying to put words in your mouth, I am merely stating what I see.
She continues staring back, refusing to give in to whatever he was trying to press upon her.
I hate to say this to you, but based on your actions, I'm afraid that what everyone has whispered is, indeed, true. It appears the Gods have chosen to disown you; it seems that you simply couldn't hold your temper.
Her voice becomes a little more mocking, still finding humour within the situation.
Falling? Far from it. I am quite happy with my life, provided some trouble here and there. But they are small things. I have found satisfaction within my life. Things couldn't be better.
"You fool. You dare come here and accuse me. You dare?" He growls and steps forwards, menacingly.
"I have my purpose yet; I serve my Gods still. I am holding my temper for the moment, yet I might not restrain it much longer." A dangerous glint flashes in his eyes.
"Leave me, now, demon. You fall faster than you might believe. I see within you much darkness; it will take you."
He continues to menace, eyes dark with rage.
[I'd say he's sane, but perhaps going through one of the stages of grief. And yes, indeed. x3]
The doe stood from a safe enough distance, violet eyes glinting with amusement. "It seems you're prone to falling like the rest of us.. 'priest'", the last word spoken with venom. "How dare you try to deny me a drink from the pond yesterday!"
"How dare you and your 'friends' deny me a place to rest. How dare you taunt me, when you know that I shall best you? Perhaps you might examine your ego, doe." He glares, pacing. "Come not near me and you shall see that I shall not seek you out...for the moment."
"They were simply protecting me from a horrible beast," the doe snapped, once again glaring at the priest. "My brother wasn't about to let an idiot like you lay a tine on me. And for your information, I did no such thing as mock you when I came to the pond- I believe it was you who began. Either way, it is done.. and I suggest you yourself stay away. Or do you think I should be quaking as I stand?" The doe shook her head and exaggeratedly sighed.
Myu stands, returning his glare. Despite being dwarfed due to her Mini spell, this stag does not frighten her. Should she must, she will hold her ground until the end.
For starters, you do not frighten me. She takes a step forward, emphasizing such. Secondly, it is quite clear to me that, if your sanity is not gone, you're certainly grieving. Grief does such to those who let it chain them. And perhaps your temper was the reason the Gods left you in the first place? If you wish to gain their favor back, I suggest you learn to withhold yourself better.
She snorts at his final words. She remembers the night that he confronted her, riled her, enraged her beyond belief. Now it appears that the roles have been switched, and she is amused by this turning of the tables.
'Tis been a long time since that night. She stretches, emphasizing her calmness. It is true. I do walk with the dark, pretty things that reside in these woods, but I have yet to lose myself. Nor do I plan to. As I have said...I have a mate. I have my friends. I have - she glances at Socrates - those I would consider family. Whereas you seem to only have your Gods as your true escape. In comparison, my life, while again, somewhat troubled, is quite wonderful at this point. You, on the other hand, are spiraling down a path in which it would be wise to reflect upon prior action.
She will not allow herself to be as engulfed with rage as she was that very night. She shall prove that she is better than him now, refusing to buckle under a fool's empty words.
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(Kaoori - Disownment isn't a word either. Nothing wrong with making things up xP)
(Ocean - Is it wrong to say I snickered at The Priest's response? xD)
Kaoori:
"Oh, you do not believe that I saw your taunts? Either way, good day- I no longer have the time nor the patience to deal with shallow fools who believe that they know best. I see you wish a fight-perhaps you may try to gain strength before you challenge one much better than yourself." The rage has cooled, leaving a smirk in its place. He closes his eyes.
[Think so. o.o]
Myu:
"I suggest you not lecture me on keeping tempers; I do believe you are the fool who began our feud. As for my relations? You know them not. Judge not on what you see, but what you know. You do not. This is why I mark you an imbecile. What I do reflect on and what I do not reflect on are not for you to say; remember your place, child of no true parents. " He brushes past her, walking coldly away. "I suggest you not follow me; I shall contain myself, as you have yet to do. Only little fawns further feuds." He closes his eyes, signaling that he will speak no further to her.
"Believe me.. I have plenty of strength. Just reasons now to not foolishly use it. Fallen or not, you are still a fool.. a blind fool.. and you always will be." The doe shook her head, turning to walk off.
She smirks, once again finding humour upon a potentially dangerous situation.
And yet, here I stand, quite calm for being ridiculed with such foolish words. Frankly, this turning of the tables is quite amusing. Our feud is nothing more than a mere memory for me...the feelings may remain, but in all honesty, a part of me pities you in this sorry state.
She cares not if he returns any gestures or words. She continues to speak, unrelenting.
The only "relations" I see of you are with either fawns, or the occasional stag I see meandering towards the Idols. Aside from this, it is quite clear to me that your heart lies within the Gods, even should they abandon you.
I suggest you learn your place as well, fallen one. My true parents I consider to be the ones whom saved me, spared me, gave me a new life. While I wish they were still here with me now in body, they stay with me in heart. Nothing can take that away from me. And Socrates...he has become like another father to me, and I cherish him dearly.
She stretches again as he walks past, his last words evaporating out of her mind, much like water on a hot summer day.
Honestly, I'm not containing myself at all. I think I've learned to hold my temper to a better extent than yourself, frankly. I feel quite sedate, regardless of your words or presence.
She paws the ground nonchalantly, suddenly finding the dirt to be far more interesting than The Priest. But to her, he was far below even dirt, even the magma flowing within the center of the Earth was better than him now.
Then you have quite a lot of growing up to do.
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(I couldn't help it~~ I love causing trouble, dammit~! Dx)
You've much to learn, dear children of mine. I'm so proud of your progress. You're doing so well, even if you've still things to realize. Priest, such a tormented being, yet with no healthy method to cope. So lonely... You shall learn that you are not so alone after all. Whether you choose to accept it is...
Well, in the end, everything is well. Calm yourselves, darlings. Everything works out beautifully.
xD! Mischief.
Mischief. <3
Fine by me!
And I'm trying, but I'm wondering if my teachers wanted to kill me. D:
/has tons and is trying to get through it
Myu, a flashy red Mini,
A large group of deer has laid themselves within the Forest, gazing as if they await to be spoke to.
Most of them are rather unfamiliar to her, but a few catch her eye.
The Priest.
She snorts, her distaste ever the more obvious.
Lanturn.
Those she never spoke to the young deer, she had seen him out and about. His tragic story left her feeling somewhat heartbroken.
But it is the final deer that ignites her energy.
Soc.
The stag whom had taught her many things, bestowed knowledge upon her...she looked to him as a father, albeit a cheery one whom enjoyed a good frolic through the Forest.
She approaches the group, noticing The Priest's agitated shifting. But she chooses to ignore it, deciding to save the real show for last.
Laying within the half circle of deer, all eyes upon her on this empty stage, she turns her skull face upon Soc, speaking, with great affection in her voice:
Soc...it has been many moons since I've laid my eyes upon you. You certainly haven't changed much. But perhaps it is for the better."
Hearing a coughing sound, she is tempted to look, but she already knows the source. She keeps her gaze upon the smiling stag in front of her, recalling the happiest of memories swimming within her mind.
While this is merely trivial, I wish to ask why you haven't been in the Forest much. Perhaps it is becoming too filled with stories to take in all at once? The forest has grown considerably since I was born into it, and to be honest, I've missed your presence greatly.
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Crap question is crap Dx
I know it's hard to juggle so many deer, but it's the only question I can think of other than, "How are you," and all that other jazz.
Mmm...The Priest shall converse with her...at the end 8D
Lol, I thought I had a boatload too, only to realize that Thanksgiving break messed up my online schedule, so I did some of the work a week early Dx
Socrates, now being called by
"Myu, my dear! It has been much too long. As for why I have not ventured into the forest as of late?" He laughs.
"It is becoming winter, and I have become much more sluggish! I have been sleeping quite often; awakening is becoming harder, even though there is no true winter here. I shall try to awaken more often, though I do not know how easy that will be." He grins.
--
It's something!
xDDD And yes, it is. I've got too many ideas for my own good.
Ah. x3
...Mah. D: I have a boatload still. Darned teachers. At least we can't get homework after Wednesday.
She finds his grin quite
Still, she feels the warmth of a deer most kind and loving, and she rides upon it, elated at the thought of seeing Socrates again.
Indeed, it has been much too long since I've last seen you. She shifts her weight slightly. Hmmm...for seeming so young, it's quite surprising to hear that the winter wears you down. Although to be honest, I don't much like the snow either. Hooves are not designed for it.
She sighs, realizing that the conversation was going to end up nowhere. And quite soon.
I'm sorry for not having many questions for you...I merely just wanted to see you again...
He laughs, throwing his head
"Young?! Ha! That's the first time I've been called young in awhile. I am not what many would call "young", just young at heart. I do hope this winter is not too harsh, though. It is quite fine that you do not have that many questions. I, too, am glad simply to see you."
The wrinkles look very charming under his eyes.
Hmm...well, for not being
To be frank...I wish to tell you of my tale...but...not with so many nearby...especially... Her skull snaps to The Priest, whom quickly looks away, but not before she catches a look of disgust soiling his face. He needs no knowledge of what I know. Perhaps another time we can discuss such a matter...
"Being young at heart is akin
"But how have you been? I see you, instead, are quite changed..."
I have been...quite well
She recalls the night that Luis confessed to her. Oh, what a painful yet jovial night it was.
"Ah, my Myu, congratulations.
Quotes herself from earlier:
I take that back. That was me being silly. >w> I think its behavior has a slight alteration now. It won't run anymore, so far.
Oh, and it and Basil are friends I think. >_>
*Reading along. Is left at cliffhanger. WHY? D8 *
Oh, I'm glad it's fine.
Yay.
Double yay. xD
Why?
Well, it depends on what he'd like to tell you. |3
Mm. I thank you kindly. She
But it seems a rather touchy subject for you...
"Ah, not so much. It is long
"But this Luis...He does love you, am I correct?" He frowns slightly.
((And now he becomes fatherly. *kicks him in* :3))
Very much fine. I changed a
Hell yes. Basil is so damned cute; I'm so ridiculously honored. XDDD
*Waits and watches.*
Ooh, okay.
xDDD
Lil'Basil. <3
*is stalked*
You may not figure it out from this conversation. x3
Gosh he's so fucking cute, if
It's alright. I watch things, it's what I do. I'll find out...eventually. >3
I can assure you that he
(Ah, so it WAS him! I keep forgetting his picto; although after a while, I was like..."It's GOTTA be him." xD)
Basil
Also, fine by me. xDDD
"Well, then I approve. I am but worried for you, my dear! You need not lecture me." He chuckles with good humor.
(It looked like you forgot, then remembered; He was like, "you forgot me again?" xD. It looks a bit like a masquerade mask. ^^)
Hm. I understand your
(Myu and I are idiots~ We're always forgetting someone xD)
"Of course not; I only wish
(xD! Is okay. *patpat*)
Thank you for speaking with
She does not let it hinder her as she walks to The Priest, her eyes trained upon him. Despite her dislike, she feels a conversation is in order. After hearing whispers of the God's disownment, she is left feeling curious as to his fate.
As she nears, she catches a glimpse of him glowering at her. She sits in front of him, her Mini form dwarfing her. She raises her skull to see him, and thinks for a moment, before speaking.
The winds have whispered some interesting news. She starts, wondering how he will react to her presence. They claim that the Gods bid their farewell to you. While at first, I wasn't quite sure, your attack on Kaoori - she glances at his bleeding leg - and Wesker seems to suggest otherwise. What I ponder is what you will do, now that the Gods are no longer with you. I'm under the assumption this gives you the freedom to do as you please, but with one such as yourself, anything could be possible, no?
Regardless of his response, she will not let it damper her good mood.
(Thanks. I was hoping to delay "the show" but it seems like a good time to start it, no?)
Whoa! The Priest gave up
Socrates bids her farewell
The Priest, on the other hand, continues fixing her in a steely gaze. His body is now covered with strange opens wounds, certainly not from Kaoori or Wesker. He begins in a steady voice.
"Does will talk. Perhaps what they say is not true; have you considered such?
No. No, I suppose you have not. My Gods have not left me. I sense them yet; I am sure they are yet there. Of course this does not give me such freedom from them; I am forever bonded in their service. I wish nothing more."
He continues to looks straight at her.
"I see that you are falling. It will not be long now, I presume."
[Minor "non-truths"; They simply are not speaking to him and have indeed disowned them, but he sure as heck isn't going to acknowledge that.
And Sere: Yes, he used his "last strike" and is currently disowned.]
It was not just the does. I
She glances at him, seeing him drenched with denial. It humours her somewhat to see him like this, but at the same time, there is a small trace of pity within her.
To be completely frank...I taunt the thought of you drowning in denial. Your eyes appear quite glossy, like someone whom has lost their soul, their purpose. I am not trying to put words in your mouth, I am merely stating what I see.
She continues staring back, refusing to give in to whatever he was trying to press upon her.
I hate to say this to you, but based on your actions, I'm afraid that what everyone has whispered is, indeed, true. It appears the Gods have chosen to disown you; it seems that you simply couldn't hold your temper.
Her voice becomes a little more mocking, still finding humour within the situation.
Falling? Far from it. I am quite happy with my life, provided some trouble here and there. But they are small things. I have found satisfaction within my life. Things couldn't be better.
(Gotta keep that temper in line~ xD)
The Priest stands, glaring
"You fool. You dare come here and accuse me. You dare?" He growls and steps forwards, menacingly.
"I have my purpose yet; I serve my Gods still. I am holding my temper for the moment, yet I might not restrain it much longer." A dangerous glint flashes in his eyes.
"Leave me, now, demon. You fall faster than you might believe. I see within you much darkness; it will take you."
He continues to menace, eyes dark with rage.
[I'd say he's sane, but perhaps going through one of the stages of grief. And yes, indeed. x3]
The doe stood from a safe
"How dare you and your
"They were simply protecting
(is exaggeratedly even a word? x_e)
Myu stands, returning his
For starters, you do not frighten me. She takes a step forward, emphasizing such. Secondly, it is quite clear to me that, if your sanity is not gone, you're certainly grieving. Grief does such to those who let it chain them. And perhaps your temper was the reason the Gods left you in the first place? If you wish to gain their favor back, I suggest you learn to withhold yourself better.
She snorts at his final words. She remembers the night that he confronted her, riled her, enraged her beyond belief. Now it appears that the roles have been switched, and she is amused by this turning of the tables.
'Tis been a long time since that night. She stretches, emphasizing her calmness. It is true. I do walk with the dark, pretty things that reside in these woods, but I have yet to lose myself. Nor do I plan to. As I have said...I have a mate. I have my friends. I have - she glances at Socrates - those I would consider family. Whereas you seem to only have your Gods as your true escape. In comparison, my life, while again, somewhat troubled, is quite wonderful at this point. You, on the other hand, are spiraling down a path in which it would be wise to reflect upon prior action.
She will not allow herself to be as engulfed with rage as she was that very night. She shall prove that she is better than him now, refusing to buckle under a fool's empty words.
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(Kaoori - Disownment isn't a word either. Nothing wrong with making things up xP)
(Ocean - Is it wrong to say I snickered at The Priest's response? xD)
Kaoori: "Oh, you do not
"Oh, you do not believe that I saw your taunts? Either way, good day- I no longer have the time nor the patience to deal with shallow fools who believe that they know best. I see you wish a fight-perhaps you may try to gain strength before you challenge one much better than yourself." The rage has cooled, leaving a smirk in its place. He closes his eyes.
[Think so. o.o]
Myu:
"I suggest you not lecture me on keeping tempers; I do believe you are the fool who began our feud. As for my relations? You know them not. Judge not on what you see, but what you know.
You do not. This is why I mark you an imbecile.
What I do reflect on and what I do not reflect on are not for you to say; remember your place, child of no true parents.
" He brushes past her, walking coldly away. "I suggest you not follow me; I shall contain myself, as you have yet to do. Only little fawns further feuds." He closes his eyes, signaling that he will speak no further to her.
"Believe me.. I have plenty
She smirks, once again
And yet, here I stand, quite calm for being ridiculed with such foolish words. Frankly, this turning of the tables is quite amusing. Our feud is nothing more than a mere memory for me...the feelings may remain, but in all honesty, a part of me pities you in this sorry state.
She cares not if he returns any gestures or words. She continues to speak, unrelenting.
The only "relations" I see of you are with either fawns, or the occasional stag I see meandering towards the Idols. Aside from this, it is quite clear to me that your heart lies within the Gods, even should they abandon you.
I suggest you learn your place as well, fallen one. My true parents I consider to be the ones whom saved me, spared me, gave me a new life. While I wish they were still here with me now in body, they stay with me in heart. Nothing can take that away from me. And Socrates...he has become like another father to me, and I cherish him dearly.
She stretches again as he walks past, his last words evaporating out of her mind, much like water on a hot summer day.
Honestly, I'm not containing myself at all. I think I've learned to hold my temper to a better extent than yourself, frankly. I feel quite sedate, regardless of your words or presence.
She paws the ground nonchalantly, suddenly finding the dirt to be far more interesting than The Priest. But to her, he was far below even dirt, even the magma flowing within the center of the Earth was better than him now.
Then you have quite a lot of growing up to do.
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(I couldn't help it~~ I love causing trouble, dammit~! Dx)
[There probably won't be a
Sorry!]
Atvana watches this all with
You've much to learn, dear children of mine. I'm so proud of your progress. You're doing so well, even if you've still things to realize. Priest, such a tormented being, yet with no healthy method to cope. So lonely... You shall learn that you are not so alone after all. Whether you choose to accept it is...
Well, in the end, everything is well. Calm yourselves, darlings. Everything works out beautifully.
Aw, ish alright. It's
How come I never saw this