A dark figure, but a solemn one, keeping the posture of a man beaten one too many times with the master's cane.
All of his shabby form is covered in a coat of dull, dusty black, plucked and matted with neglect. The hairs of his neck, shoulders, and hips seem to have taken the most abuse over time with patches of naked, scarred skin peek through the dark of the surrounding scraggy hairs. His ankles and knees seem, too, to be worn rough by time and trial.
This creature's face, though, stands in stark contrast to the rest of him, tanned and smooth. It has seen the same weathering as his body, and though weary, there is a timeless friendly glint in his greyed eyes. A faint smile, if greeted by one in the same. His ears, though, are rarely if ever erect and stay pinned back, unless something afar catches his attention.
"It's already winter, isn't it? Or is snowfall early, this year? The chilly weather aches these weary old bones..."
The large stag's gaze is returned by the tired, gentle eyes of his company. Stags, especially ones of such size, always made him a little wary. He senses no danger, though...
*is intrigued*
These always tickle my
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Ohh, I love the simplicity..
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So that's who you are..
The music, I love it~.
"The pleasure is all mine,
'S you! o-o I appreciated the
I appreciated the company.
We enjoyed your company, too.
"Y-yes, thank you, any time
I spot his/hers? picto ^^
"You're an intresting
"If you believe so, ma'am...
The Truth is fond of her new
"The Truth... my fawn friend,
A great dark-blue stag is
The large stag's gaze is
The Truth is indeed in the
"It's so wonderful to see you
♥
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