-slaps u with wafflez-

I should probably track this.. O:

definitely traacking this - dunno why I didn't do that before :>
Jua would be happy to get to know this guy ;u;

Nobody wants to get to know Jobo.
Ew.

NU

... OH BABY

YOUR MOTHER IS A LAMP POST

/makes nest

Heey, would you mind adding my MSN? Mine doesn't seem to like yours. 8c

Lovely lady! \o/

*barges in* PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THAT SONG IS. I love it. And I can right click it to see what it is because it's not a YouTube player and yeah.

Thankyou!

Ahhhhh<3 I'm much more eager to get her to interact with deer this time, unlike before where I just stuck to in-forest interaction and never roleplaying. But yesss would love to rp with Umay next rime they meet. Their meetings have always been brief. :'D

Wondering if I could have an rp between Umay and Lane?

/sprawls down
haithere. ♥ I just love Umay, your way of acting her in-forest is really smooth and beautiful.

Wire:
Gosh, that's such a nice thing for me to hear. ;u;
I love getting compliments about the way I portray her behaviour ingame, it's really flattering. Thank you, I appreciate it. <3

Lily:
Forelegs are crossed in a comfortable posture whilst her head rests upon them, her limbs limp in a tired manner; worn out from today's conflict. Not much compared to previous life-and-death brawls and arguments, but today the feline found it enough to cause her weariness. After all, lately had been quiet in the lioness' life. Friends and family members, those commonly referred to as 'the pack', had seemingly disappeared. She recalls the rivalry between Pandora and Leviathann, was that why they vanished? They frequently lived a savage lifestyle, they'd be back when they were ready to face it again. Though to the victims dismay today, it seemed that Leviathann had returned to join the family in another hunt.

A noise triggers Umay's attention and her ears swivel in its direction, head suddenly lifting. Perhaps too quickly, likely expecting one with revenge in mind to be approaching. She was used to that. Though when she comes to think about it, was she really? It seemed not many got even with her for her actions these days. Instead, and to her surprise, she finds her listless gaze landing upon Lane. She's thrown off by the approach, thus remaining silent. Dark voids quickly trace over the body of the smaller female, inspecting the fresh injuries that pattern her ebony fur. She's wounded and bloodied, smaller and in her state - weaker. Yet despite this, she made the decision to come over.

"Lane." Simple acknowledgement with a voice of ice; sharp and cold, but she won't attack. The predator isn't always a monster, not like many assume. She's willing to listen.

The demoness' gaze goes unwavering from the figure in front. For the time being she returns the request with nothing but silence, holding her obsidian stare a moment longer. Lane was right. Completely, and utterly, right. Lane had done nothing wrong, nothing worth the kind of treatment that she recieves. The same went for her newly adopted son. The lioness and fawn had only just met today, yet he too fell a victim to the bloodthirsty desires of some. Each with their own different reason.

"It depends," She speaks clearly though with colourless words. No emotions are projected through her voice, it would be difficult to decipher her mood. Eyes narrow behind the raven-black hair that drapes across her mask, peering at the small doe as she steps closer. Black talons glisten under the moonlight as they tap the ground briefly in thought, her tails flick gently at the same pace. "I won't benefit from this." She points out, almost as if she was suggesting they make a deal, though there is nothing Lane could offer to her. Not that she really does want something in return - that wasn't the point, she just doesn't want to agree to something that doesn't give her an advantage. Ever so slightly, her head cocks to the side between her words. "I couldn't promise anything, neither could I be sure the others would stop."

Umay understands entirely why Lane has summed up the courage to ask this, and in a way she respects that. Lane had simply become a mere target, not an enemy. But even so, she didn't care enough about Lane's well-being to put a stop to it. It's possible for her to sympathise, but once someone has become 'prey' to another, it's not something that passes by anytime soon.
"Novelty grows old." The meaning behind her words might not have been made clear, she doesn't elaborate. It won't last. People get bored of their toys.

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I need to sleep this time, but I'll definately reply to you as soon as I can. (x

Eyelids flit open as the sable doe collapses, little reaction is given to it. Neither is she worried nor is she amused by Lane's weakness, or at least she gives no evidence of it. She seems to ignore it, though of course the sudden fall never went unnoticed. The feline remains seated as the other female talks, her legs unfolding from their crossed position.
When it's her time to speak the response is made quickly, as if without thought; her voice comes smoothly, "Who knows." flows through her serrated jaws effortlessly, "Harm is inevitable."

There's a small delay following her statement until she questions Lane, "Are you more concerned for your own safety, the fawn's? Tell me who this applies to." Consideration? Perhaps.

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Pfft, not at all~ -pulls back-

"I see."
Few moments are taken to think about the quick answer that Lane had given, though something is brought to the Umay's attention.

The ivory bone covering the majority of the feline's features shadow her furrowed brows and hardened obsidian gaze. Her neck stiffens, skull instantly raising as she examines the ebony's new stance. Straightened posture, taller. Details like so are ones this creature does not miss. The demon craved control, demanded respect and authority from all and those deemed powerless. When she didn't have it, she'd take it. Violence wasn't something she would think twice about, and that has long been known by many.

She feels challenged by Lane's unfaltered stare. "You're wounded." Deliberately pointed out. "It must be incredibly painful." A warning. Her words rasp over her tongue. They beckon for Lane to know her place under the lion's presence.

It doesn't take long for the female to return to a composed demeanor. She averts her gaze to the floor, crosses her forelegs once more and rests her head against the fur of her paws. Despite her mild threat just seconds ago, she has no interest in conflict tonight, especially not with Lane. Umay was tired. The small doe was injured and in reality, still had done nothing wrong. Umay knew that.
"I'll consider what you said, Lane. For both you and the fawn." A promise cannot be made, but on the plus side - Umay never had the intention to kill Lane or her son and probably won't in future.

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Sorry about how long this post was.. I get carried away. D:

With this pleasant mood, Aurora's laughter was contagious - she returns it with a giggle, an eager smile following on, "It's certainly refreshing." Inside she's grateful for Aurora's company, beforehand she didn't feel her best. The Piebald sure knew how to raise Umay's spirits.

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Thank you for the company, I wasn't feeling too great either. We both appreciate it a lot. <3

Summer was nice for relaxing, the sun always warm and welcoming. Though Umay had a preference when it came to seasons - winter was her thing, her natural temperature too high and fur too thick for this kind of heat. Or autumn, it was a mild in-between of both hot and cold. Spring was acceptable, she had a taste for the beauty it provided.

Or... maybe it was just summer she didn't find fondness for.

The smile across her lips spreads further to Aurora's humor.
"I spend little time here," she also preferred higher ground, there wasn't much to see here. Just berries, berries, and more berries. But still, it was calm and quiet, she can see why Aurora likes it here. "but it's nice. I like the wind."

Both ears casually flicker towards the giggle; a feminine and gentle sound. The sage always seemed so positive, and Umay envied the doe for that. The feline can't ever recall seeing a brooding Aurora, the image is difficult to picture.

Boredom wasn't entirely the reason for being disinterested with being in blue bowl, she had other reasons, but it hardly bothered her. It was nothing worth moving for at all.
"No no, here is fine." She responds softly, but that was it. Silence wasn't something that made her feel awkward, conversations weren't needed to make her feel comfortable. Umay was content with simply enjoying the company.

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Sorry for the slow reply, something came up.

tracking~ (:

Camellia appreciated the company today, I'm glad she could have the chance interact with her in a more positive situation. (:

♥ c:

Green eyes comb the landscape, searching. A gray doe, shivering slightly in the cool breeze, was looking for someone. She was looking for Umay.
Camellia had a gift for the feline, a gift that she was quite proud of it, in fact. She was unsure of how she would be accepted, though, as she hadn't really known her very long.
Cam had spent days crafting it, perfecting it, working on it. It was a picture, carefully crafted from sand that was died with a multitude of shades of color; from the berries that she collected in the forest.
The pit of sand it lay in the center of four young saplings that offered it a small amount of protection from the elements.
"U-Umay?" she called softly into the night.