For those who have been kind to me. For those who have done things for me out good charity. For characters that I just feel the urge to write for. This is my sanctuary and temporary escape from requests that I'm stuck on. Be warned. I don't write these in word just because of the color code for speech, so there are probably oodles of spelling and grammer errors.

If your character has been kind to my character, then they will appear and return a favor in their own way.

They are small, short little drabbles. Hardly worth noting.

But most importantly, this is for my writer's block.
Because the plot bunnies refuse to let me catch them.

Will I be successful in writing your character?
Maybe, or maybe not.

The rest coming soon?

It's a secret~

ALSO PUTTING TRADE REQUESTS HERE~ HUHU~

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Alaska - "Recovery takes more than rest. It takes love."

"To think that something so little...
...could mean so much"

But to him it meant life itself. That feeling of it's pendant gently bouncing against his chest with every step... The pressure of the cord tied about his neck...

He felt joy

Such emotions... Long forgotten save for the twinges and fleeting flutters that were so graciously brought by yego snezhinka... All of them brought back in a tsunami of giddiness and euphoria. It was almost overwheming, to say the least, yet it felt so natural, like it was meant to happen eventually.

After all, he was no robot, as much as he might have seemed to some.

Consider him a disaster victom, tortured and maltreated, much like the man that believes he's seen it all, and who considered it ethical to use others for their own enjoyment, cruel as it was.

He tossed his head lightly, ridding himself of all those pesky, unpleasent thoughts that were best left for the past as he made his way up to the fountain at the Drinkplaatts, a spot he rather enjoyed these days.

He found himself humming a small, cheery tune to himself, softly, under his breath so that no one else could hear. Not like it mattered, anyway. He was all alone to begin with.

He passed the circle of mushrooms, careful not to trample them as he passed them by. There was a crow nearby, the only other living being besides the plants for several feet around.

With a small sigh, he lightly dipped a single hoof into the pool of liquid before him, testing it's temperature before he slowly settled down in it, submerging the lower half of his belly.

He took a casual glance down, and smiled.

For his wings seemed to shimmer more than the water itself

((Trade for Vanny. I'm sorry it didn't turn out good... And it's short, which I hate as well. If you'd like me to do another, I'd be more than happy c: ))

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Ace - "Fallen..."

"Children! Listen!
The mother...
She speaks!"

It's night... How wonderful...

But how dare it rain!

There's some fawns to ease my pain...

But they bellow and scream!

Scream?

Scream...

Ahh... but look! The Ruins! So fine!

Filled with graves and death! Covered in vines!

A lovely family sitting under a tree...

They lost a fawn! See their pain and misery!

Conflicting thoughts...

What she loved...

And what she feared...

Death...

They died...

And left her...

behind


((Kittyo, tried poetry for you~ and... I tried something else to make it better... I hope that it's okay... I also apologize for how absurdly short it is... You don't have to give me anything in return for this if you don't want to. I could write up something else... ;; Oh goodness, I'm sorry that it didn't turn out well...))

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Witcher - "Don't worry..."

Silence
How I hate the word!

But with the forest, he was never alone. There was always someone near him, someone who wanted to play with him. After all, it was a forest. There was always life. Always someone to talk to. The stag, a young deer with a silver grey pelt, lounged inside the hollow cave of the old oak. The gentle pitter patter of rain complimented the oak's constant humming, creating a lovely duet of nature.

That gentle hum that the oak gave... It helped to somewhat take away the lonliness... For him, at least.

"Hmmmm..." he hummed, attempting to mimic the oak's own neverending lullaby, only to eventually run out of breath. He lifted his head and looked around the empty crevice. It was strange for him to be the only one there, especially with the rain. Most deer always went to the oak for shelter, but for some odd reason, he was the only deer around.

He tried to look outside, but a sheet of falling rain only obscured his vision, making even the most garishly colored deer practically invisible.

The sense of being alone in the world...

It was almost unbearable...

Suddenly, despite the combination of the oak and the rain, he heard the faint rustling of grass from outside, and a small, yet perfectly audible squeak. Certainly not a deer, but something else was out there...

The stag went up to his feet, cautiously craning his neck forward to get a better look outside. Yes, the rain made it so that looking was about as effective as staring at someone through a sheet. Still, he managed to make out a small, cream colored form hobbling up. Closer and closer.

Ah! Someone to talk to! His tail thumped against the ground in merriment, and he nodded to the creature as it came closer. "Hello there." he greeted simply, calling out from the oak. "Best hurry before you get even more soaked!"

The cream colored form abruptly stopped in it's tracks, squeaking in surprise. Two long ears atop it's head shot up in concentration.

Ah... the stag thought pleasently, A rabbit...

"Don't be afraid..." he called out again, stepping out himself and lowering his body to the ground, not really caring whether or not he became wet.

The rabbit itself, after a few long moments of simple, animalistic thinking, took a few hops forward and sniffed the stag's front leg. The stag himself chuckled and brought his nose down to nuzzle the rabbit's sopping wet fur.

"I'm Witcher." he said simply, smiling warmly at the little creautre, and gently nudging it into the oak's hollow along with himself. "Come on, now, let's dry off, okay?" he enjoyed befriending the shy type, so the timid rabbit was certainly a welcome addition.

The rabbit, of course, did not answer.

After all, it was just a rabbit.

((I feel like a just murdered his character... I'm sorry if you don't like, Witcher ;; I can redo if you don't like it... (this is a trade piece, btw)))

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Itavera - "The truth... I need to know..."

I lost my youth
Yet I thirst for truth
To be a slueth
And find the truth

He was getting old, and he knew it, too. Now mind you, he certainly wasn't old yet, but he was getting close. Everyday, it seemed as if the subtle stiffness of his limbs was becoming more and more prominent. The clock was ticking, and he had not yet found a mate, nor had he even discovered his own real identity.

A shame.

He had made a point, several times, in fact, that the truth could never hide from him. Yes, his constant prying into other's buisness was often rude, but at least he went about it as politely as he could. To worm knowledge away from the shy and insecure... Was that really evil? He never used the truth against others, he just wanted to know it.

Itavera casually strolled along the riverbank, his hooves gently sinking into the muddy, yet pleasently cool ground. There was a delightful breeze about the forest today, certainly a lovely change from the previous hot weather that they all had to endure. Most of the grass had turned brown, offering a sorrowful crunch each time a deer would happen to step upon it.

Of course he wasn't the anti-social sort. Oh no, of course not! He often approached whoever he could find, and whoever he could stumble upon often had stories to tell, and truths to be shared.

In fact, there was one now!

A young stag, a nameless, actually, lay against the Idol. He leaned against it, relishing the cool dampness of the stone. At the sight of the approaching raven-pelted stag, he stood and offered a delicate curtsey. "Good day, sir." he mumbled. "Care to join me?"

He didn't need to ask, for Itavera had already plopped down in front of him, wide eyes curious. Namelesses had always intrigued him, simply for the secrets that they held, and the... 'open' attitudes that they often had.

"Hello..." he smiled warmly, tilting his head and dipping it downward respectively. "You nameless deer..." he laughed softly, "Your lack of a name always has confused me... and intrigued me." he nodded to himself and looked the stag over. As all namelesses were, he bore no special pelt or antlers or mask, which was a shame, really. Another curious thing that Itavera always wondered about.

The nameless looked down slightly, as if ashamed of himself. "I do wish that I had a name, as all of my kind do." he placed his head down and closed his eyes slightly. "We are blessed with nothing more than a single day of ignorance, only to die as soon as we sleep." he gave the other, more regal looking stag, a sorrowful look. "You deer with names seem to live on forever."

Itavera simply stared back at him, the feathers atop his head drooping slightly. "I don't understand..." he mumbled, almost in frustration. "What is the Gods reasoning behind having deer such as you live for one day only to die in the end?"

The nameless merely smiled, and began to fade away.

"Only to be reborn..."

He dissapeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

The stag was silent for several minutes.

"But..." he murmured, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"You never told me the truth..."


((My trade for Two for a sig deer.... I really hope that I got his character right :3))

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Borislav - "Vat yoo look at? I elp yoo!"

The healing touch
is not reserved
for just angels

A lovely day, the sun was out, as always. Night only came once in a blue moon, which, he would admit, made it rather hard to sleep. A little knot of fawns were playing by the pond, laughing and giggling. He was watching them, a faint smile cracked on his face. He loved watching others, it was a pastime for him to observe, to see.

His massive grey body was secluded by the embracing branches of a weeping willow, hugging him from all sides, caressing him with their gentle touch. The grey stag closed his eyes contently for a moment, savouring the serene feeling of it all.

His ears suddenly flicked at the sounds of sobbing. He quickly opened an eye and saw that one of the younger fawns, barely a child, had fallen over on his front legs, scraping his knees. The fawns around him had backed away, their faces all reflecting confusion. What to do?

Seeing how it wasn't serious, the great stag slowly stood and lumbered over to them, the gleaming metal dog tags around his neck clincking as they bounced against one another. The fawns all collectively froze and stared at the newcomer, their faces filled with shock and fear at his presence. After all, he was a fairly intimidating creature.

"Vat es wang, leetle fahn?" he asked, his voice coated in an almost unintellegible heavy accent, completely unheard by all of them. The fawns just stared back at him in reply, their throats dry, and their tongues tied.

The grey stag didn't wait for a response. Instead, he simply walked over and kneeled his bulk down in front of the injured fawn, lowering his head to examine the injuries. A couple of scrapes. Nothing more and nothing less. Satisfied, he opened his mouth and uncoiled a long, striped tongue, pulsating and flexing as if it had a life of it's own. He swabbed it over the wounds, the saliva instantly letting the redness fade away, and the pain with it.

The little fawn stared up at him and stood on unsteady legs before turning tail and bounding off, leaving his peers and the stag in the dust. Without a word of thanks, even. The other fawns quickly followed, their little white tails flicking up in fear.

The grey stag, abandoned, simply plopped to the ground, a somber expression pasted on his face.

Why did they run?

((A one-year celebration gift for Alicev :> For the recond, I friggen loved writing out that accent, little as I wrote))

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Spyrre - "You're really weird..."

Feminine in speech
Masculine in looks
Which is it?
Whichever you want~

That thing in the lake. Where was it? The deer's eyes darted to and fro, scanning the lake's surface. It didn't look like it was here today, that's for sure.

From the outward appearance, one would assume that this deer was a stag. Antlers sprouted from it's head, not too big and not too small, just the right size. However, they were laced with fresh red poppies, giving it a much more feminine look. It was a small deer, the size of a fawn, really, but completely full grown. The skull of another rested on it's face, shrouding it's features in mystery.

Was it male? Or was it female?

Perhaps niether, but for now, we'll refer to it as a 'she', just to be polite.

Her body was of the most crimson red, the pelt of the Crying Idol, simple and yet so bold in it's look. Her little body shone as the sun bounced off against it, giving her a most regal look despite her surroundings. After all, the pond was rather stagnant and dirty, mainly the reason why so many deer hated falling into it. She smiled a bit at the thought, her expressions perfectly hidden under her mask.

She was at such ease on days like these, the warmth beating down on her back, making her drowsy. Perhaps she should just stop worrying about this whole 'thing in the pond'. After all, it wasn't like it could hurt her, right?

Right?

A bit uneased at the prospect of letting down her guard by sleeping so near the 'thing in the pond', she stood and casually (more like sleepily) walked over to the Crying Idol, curling her little body next to it.

Right before she fell asleep, she took off her mask, revealing a gentle, womanly face.

A female, indeed.

((Oh, Spyrre... I'm so sorry... This is so pointless D': My brain completely clogged on me ;; ))

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Red - "Where are we going, Mr. Wolf?"

Over the river
and through the woods
to Grandma's house
we go

"Once upon a time there was a little girl. The little girl's name was Lady Red, and she was very, very beautiful, like a little china doll. Well, one day her mama sent her to go out into the woods to her grandmama's house to deliver a basket full of bread and apples. You see, Red's grandmama was very, very sick, so Red's mama thought that it would be a good idea to give her a present."

"So off Red went off on her way to her grandmama's house. She was very happy that she got the task of delivering her grandmama's present, so she laughed and sang the whole way. Many animals, bunnies, squirrels and mice, came by to meet her along the path."

"'Your singing is really pretty!' they all told her."

"And Red was delighted, only encouraged to sing louder so that she could make all the animals in the forest happy."

"As she sang, her voice carried all throughout the woods to the ears of a cunning, sly wolf. The wolf followed the voice to it's owner, curious, as all wolves are. When he saw the little girl, he eyed the basket that she held, slobber dribbling from his mouth at the chance to get food."

"'Hello little girl.' the wolf said, in his most charming voice, as he stepped out onto the path in front of her. Red was shocked at first, but quickly came up to politely pat the wolf on his head."

"'Hi Mr. Wolf! How are you today?' she asked pleasantly, a darling smile on her face. The wolf simply nodded and turned around, pointing his muzzle down the path."

"'You've walked a long way, haven't you?' he asked, laying down to make himself appear smaller to her. Red simply smiled and nodded. 'Yes, it's quite a ways from here. I'm getting a little tired...' she said, perfectly happy with it."

"The wolf, in reply, gently nudged his wet nose against her ankles. "I can carry you there on my back, if you wish." he offered. 'You can just sleep on me as I take you there.'"

"The little girl clapped her hands happily and jumped onto him, snuggling into his fur and falling asleep. The wolf, surprised that tricking her had been so simple, quickly ate all of the food in the basket and stood. What to do with the little girl now? Eat her? No... He was too full from all the food in the basket. What to do..."

"Ah..."

"Slowly, the wolf lumbered off to the side, taking the sleeping girl with him. What happened to her, you may ask?"

"No one knows."

"Was that a good story, Daddy? Did I tell a good one?"

((Tried a new style with this one. Don't like it, but whatever. This is my interpretation of how Red was tricked into the forest. Hope you liked, Xylv :>))

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Prince - "Not too tight... Peasant..."

And they lived happily never after...

The stone, damp and wet, it felt so nice on his burning hot temple. His skin almost seemed to sizzle as it pressed against the wall, his eyes clenched shut.

No windows. No light. Why bother opening them? It was pointless... All of it simply pointless.

You ran away...

A sob lodged in his throat, choking him. He was alone, all alone in his little dark room. No one to love him, no one to serve him.

Awayawayheranaway

There was silence, save of the echoy sounds of his grief. Misery. Pain.

Gonnadiediedietomorrowtomorrow

Servant...

Aliveandwellnotgonnadienotgonnadie

He ran away... But... But that was okay... It was okay because he was safe now. He was going to be okay.

Jealousjealousjealous

No... Not jealous...

Hegonnaliveyougonnadie

He screamed, and curled himself closer into the stone's embrace, his whole body pressing into the wall, savouring the sweet, cold feeling that it gave him. Servant...

Why didn't he listen?

The clinking and fiddling of keys suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts. He slowly looked up and saw that the prison door had been opened. He cried out and squinted his eyes at the light that sweeped into the cell. A sudden tug on his chains and jeering cry from the approaching figure in the doorway made him stagger to his feet. There was no fight left in him now.

It was time.

((Ah, I meant for this to be a nice gift for you, but it turned out to be much shorter than I expected, Van D': This is my interpretation of what happened right before the Prince was executed. x3 I hope you liked it anyway))

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Raleigh - "Ah~ You are just... glorious, my dear..."

I love women
I love their warm, gentle touch
The glint of the knife
Piercing their skin

Watching.

He watched quite a bit in this forest, observing, searching, looking. It was nice, and helped to clear his mind. One would be surprised at his position high up in one of the great birch trees, and wonder. How could a hooved mammal such as him climb a tree? Was that possible?

For him, it was.

His pelt was of the devout Gods... ironic if one knew him. Short, glossy black antlers pierced from his head, perfectly contrasting with his blood red eyes. His body was not of the clean, shiny white that most devout deer had. Rather, it was heavily marked and spotted with crimson. An odd character, to be sure.

He flicked a large, floppy ear at the sound of an approaching animal. The sharp crunching of leaves making him twitch. Who was approaching? A threat? No...

It was a doe.

He could tell right away, as he always could. That sweet, delicate sound of dainty hooves strolling... Just strolling... The intoxicating aroma that reeked off of her, a pure drug and cologne to him.

He quickly lowered his front limbs and jumped off of the branch he had been perched on, landing perfectly on all fours, looking much like a cat stalking it's prey as he walked in the direction of the sound. As he drew nearer, his hunger increased. He could see her now, a lovely little thing, indeed. Her pelt was an average brown, yes... But oh was she lovely! She was grazing now, content with her new spot, content with the red poppies all around her.

"Hello, darling." he pranced up to her and pressed his furry white head against her flank, offering a small curtsey. The doe scampered back in surprise, eyes widening in fear. "My dear, please... You neednt be afraid of someone like me." he cooed, stepping back to give her some space. "I am so delighted to meet you, my dear. I am known as Raleigh, and you?" he asked, a suave, charming grin curling up his lips.

She told him.

"Ah... That is a lovely name, my sweet." he bent down and yanked up a single red poppy, going over and expertly placing it behind her ear. "For you, my love." he purred.

And the doe was happy.

But the stag (or was it a fawn?) nuzzled her again, this time much more welcomed in his affections.

You are mine, forever.

((I am in love with him. And simply had to show my appriciation via a gift writing :3 I hope you enjoyed it, CW x3))

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Finnegan De Larazzo (Human) - "Eh? Where'd you go?"

The absentminded are often the kinder of people
It is unfortunate that they are often the most mistreated

Finnegan De Larazzo... An oddly complex name for such a simple, yet wonderful human being. Mostly known by the smaller title of Finn, which frankly fit him better than his real name ever would.

He woke late, as always, and simply lay on his bed, stretching himself out to an absurd length now that Mr. Nubbs was no longer there to take up the reast of it. Damn cat, Jergens was right when had said that 'the cat owned you, not the other way around'. Still, at least he had his own bed to himself at this hour. Jergens was probably still asleep too, certainly another thing they had in common, sleeping in.

Finn yawned, easing himself up and practically rolling off the bed, two piece pajama set and all. What time was it? Nine? Ten? Didn't matter either way, the shop itself was only open when he was around. Not like anyone would come anyway.

He stumbled into the hall with an almost zombie-like gait, eyes half-closed. Hm, the condo was pretty quiet. Jergens was probably still asleep. He lurched himself over to the living room and poked his head over the couch, noticing almost immediantly that his creepy stalker friend was no where to be seen. Puzzled, but still half-asleep, Finn forced himself over to the kitchen, absentmindedly wondering if Jergens had tried to tackle the hideous beast that was the microwave. Hot pockets in plastic, anyone? Finn giggled a little at the thought, at the memory, even, but quickly stiffened when he saw that the usual red-head was no where in sight.

"Jergs? You there?" he tried calling out, but no answer came. Had he left? Finn had known that his friend would eventually leave, but now? And why didn't he say goodbye? Frantically, Finn started to search the house, the table, the desk, the chairs, everywhere where Jergens have might have left a note for him. It was several minutes before a sudden, horrid thought flashed through him.

Jergens can't read, so he can't write, either...

He felt awful, for himself and for his hobo pal. How could he have just got up and left without a word? Did he always do that? Worm into other people's houses, make friends with them only to leave them in the process? No, Jergens wouldn't do that. Sure, he was creepy, and invasive, and rude and everything else that was bad under the sun, but deep down, he was still a nice person.

He found himself walking back into the kitchen, and catching a piece of paper on the fridge in the corner of his eye. Reluctantly, he stepped over and ripped it off, the fruit shaped magnet that held it there falling to the ground, following with a sharp thud as it hit the tiles.

There was no writing, as Jergens was unable to do so, but there were pictures. Crudely drawn, but illustrations none the less.

Finn looked at the first one, depicting two poorly drawn stick figures, one with curly squiggles on it's head, and the other with an absurdly large bandana around it's neck. Both of them were smiling, empty, souless black dots representing their eyes.

The second picture was below the first, and this time it showed the squiggled-haired stick figure lying on a large, blob thing. A couch? Probably. The figure was crying, large blobs dotting it's face as it's eyes were closed.

The third picture showed a house, and the previous figure walking out an open door, a happy smile crossed on it's features. Leaving.

The final picture was simply a heart.

((Always wondered how Jergens left. To me, this is what happened. Pardon the errors, I just wrote this one up in the blog itself. I'll patch it all up later))

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Kylar - "They all come and go... One by one"

Pick a card
Any card
I'll choose the one that suits your fancy
The one that you picked

"I’m often told that I’m a lustful, greedy son of a bitch. That I can’t commit myself, but that I can’t let go all the same. You know, they’re right."

“Well…”

"I’m chopped full of lust and greed. I’ve committed more than those two little sins, though. I’ve already accepted the fact that if there is a Hell, I’ve got a one way ticket once I kick the bucket. I’m not bothered by this, I’ve accepted it, embraced it, if you will."

“…”

"Is it normal for others to think like this? To know that they’ve done so much… To know that they can only be nice to be even more possessive of the people they love?"

“I…”

"No, because none have ever stooped to my level. You want to know how many men I’ve slept with?"

“N-Not real-…”

"Too many, and yet not enough. That’s what makes me so damn greedy, I can never get enough. I won’t learn my lesson, because there’s just no lesson to learn."

“I… I need to go…”

"But, you came to me first. Please, babe. This is a bar; you’ve probably met more interesting characters than me, anyway. Why am I even telling you this? Guess it’s just because I need to spill my misery on someone else. You know, it’s a comfort that there are people out there like you."

“Um… G-Goodbye…”

"Wait! Where are you going!?"

“You’re… kind of weird…”

"Please don’t leave! I’m sorry… Look, I’m sorry, okay?"

“You just want me to sleep with you, don’t you? I… I can’t, okay? I'm going somewhere else..."

"But… I’m so…. I’m so lonely…"

((Ah, I wanted to do an all-speech thing, but I failed, apologies, Mick))

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Rosine (Human) - "You should wake up early more often."

Roses are red
But they can also be blue
But this dosen't make the red roses
Any less unique

Daylight spread across the room, bleeding through the curtains, and waking him. The man sat up from his bed and rubbed his eyes, still groggy from sleep. He ran a hand through his oddly colored hair. Blue, his hair was blue. Was it natural? Maybe. It would have been incredibly ironic if it had been.

He dressed himself and started down the hall, stopping for a moment in front of one particular door. The door that led to the guest bedroom.

Although... It had been occupied for about three months now... So it wasn't really a 'guest' bedroom, persay.

"Jergens? Are you awake?" he slowly clicked open the door and peered in, sighing a little when he saw that his new roommate had just haphazardly kicked off the covers and left them in a heaping pile. Yeah, Jergs had never been much of the clean type. So messy...

Wow, downstairs already? Rosine was mildly impressed. Jergens always seemed to have a mental rule to never wake up before noon. No, it didn't annoy him. After all... his redhead friend wasn't exactly in the best health. Still underweight even after all these months of living together.

He closed the door and walked downstairs, stopping in his tracks as soon he heard the smoke alarm go off.

"Oh Hell no! Shut up, beeping thing! Jebass..." an angry, distinctive New Yorker voice made it's way to his ears. Panicking a little, Rosine rushed down the stairs and crept to the kitchen door, listening a little to his roommate's consistant cursings before walking in himself, coughing as black smoke filled his nostrils. Oh my God... Jergens had been trying to cook... Why would he do something like that? He couldn't read the numbers on the oven or recipies in a cookbook. It would be impossible for him to conjure up anything remotely edible. At his hacking, the redhead quickly spun around and stared at him, eyes widening.

"Nonono. You. Rose. Out." he marched over and pushed a very bewildered Rosine out of the smoke-filled kitchen and into the dining room, forcing him to plop down in one of the chairs. Rosine looked at him a sort of mixture of amusment, confusion and slight annoyance. Did he seriously just get kicked out of his own kitchen? Before he could say anything, Jergens had darted back to the kitchen. The clanging of plates and saucers could be heard. His (insane) roommate's voice could barely be heard over all the commotion. "Just stay there! Almost done..." he shouted, kicking open the doors with his foot and carrying in a tray filled with... Oh god...

Rosine refused to look at it, instead focusing on Jergens' face. "You made breakfast for me? That's... That's so kind of you." he smiled uneasily, only briefly glancing down at the pile of charcoal that he had been so graced at. He pointed to a cup filled with... an odd sort of goopy substance. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to it with one hand, and nervously twirling one of his blue rose earrings with the other. Jergens sat beside him and grinned. "Coffee." he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. Rosine just dully nodded and pointed to another black blog of God-knows-what. "And that?" he asked. Now the ex-homeless man seemed confused. He studied it carefully.

"Um... Those are the eggs... I think... Might be the bacon.... I can't tell..." he mumbled lamely, cheeks flushing in embarassment. He looked at the table sadly, his thin body drooping.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured. Jergens almost rever really apoligized. Rosine stared at him and smiled warmly, lightly touching his shoulder.

"Don't be sad... It's the warmth that counts... For that alone, it's delicious..."

(OMG CAPN' I'M SO SORRY. Rosine is so effing out of character it's not even funny. And this is so godawfully pointless, too. ;; )

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Devokara the Nightflier. The Daywalker. - "Child under the sky, why do you cry?"

What is day? And what is night? Two in two, and hand in hand.
They are siblings, forever entwined

A fawn walks through the night, shivering from the cold, his exhaling breath a puff of white cascading from his open mouth. He hears no approach and gasps when he feels the soft caress of fur greeting him, light and soft, like the air itself.

The fawn looks and sees the manifestation of the very night sky. It is neither male, nor female, and when the fawn looks down, he sees that the deity’s feet do not touch the ground.

"Hello child..." it's voice is everywhere, whispering through the branches, rustling the leaves. It speaks, but it's mouth only barely follows it's words. The voice is kind... gentle... loving... The fawn is too flabbergasted to speak, staring at the being with his mouth slightly agape. The sky wraps around him like a friendly python, moving in a way that would be impossible for a normal deer, no matter how flexible.

"The night is meant for children to sleep... Won't you sleep now, child? Are you, perhaps, frightened of the dark?" It sees the fawn as it's child, It sees all of the wonderful deer in the forest as just that, wonderful children by it. The fawn says nothing, but nuzzles it instinctively in return, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. The being smiles, and lets it's muzzle touch the young one's head.

"Yes... It will be alright, now. Then again, it always has been..." His entire body fills with air, making him puff up like a balloon before deflating when he exhaled.

Yes... It was always alright.

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Rhye Rendezvous - "Oh darling... How beautiful you are today!"

He's flamboyant. He does the unexpected.

Although that saying was certainly an understatement to Rhye Rendezvous. Oh yes, it was. His 'antlers' were, quite frankly, some of the most camp things that existed in the forest. Out from them sprung countless colors that would have made a rainbow jealous. His long hair drifted down to his shoulders. His dog-like paws silently padding on the ground.

He stopped when he noticed a rather charming doe taking a light drink from the pond. Her golden pelt glimmering lightly in the sun. Casually, he sauntered over to her.

"Hello, there, dear. A lovely day, isn't i-..." he was quickly cut off when she shot her head at him and immediantly raced off. The stag slumped in dissapointment. Why did she run? Was it because of his appearence? Hell, he didn't look threatening at all, just outrageously camp.He stared at the spot where she left, a little twinge of sadness overcoming him.

Maybe she was just shy... There were many shy deer these days, after all. He scoffed and went back on his way, only to find a lovely certain red stag in particular that he knew would manage to lighten his spirits.

"Hello darling~" he chirped, watching Jergens leap up and stare back at him, an eye twitching.

"Oh God... You again..." he muttered. He didn't run though. Rather, he just... moderatly tolerated the light flirting that the stag always seemed to dish out on him.

(FAIL, sorry Litters D':)

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The Priest - "All Fawns Deserve Kindness..."

“You are old, Father William”
The young man said
“And your hair has become very white”

Actually it was the lovely red of the Crying Idol pelt. The Priest slowly walked over to it, a smile playing across his tired features. No, he wasn’t white at all… but he was old. He was very old, and very ancient. One could tell from the stiff way his limbs moved. He walked with just one foot in front of the other.

Easy does it now…

Of course, he was no helpless old man. You could tell by the old scars across his body that he could fight. And when he had to, he could fight very well.

“Mister? Mister!”

He pricked his ears as a little fawn ran up to him, and couldn’t help as an even wider smile spread across his face. He enjoyed being around fawns. They were… quite simply… the epitome of innocence.

He noticed that the child was crying, and stiffly sat down, nodding his head for the youngster to join him. "Come little one... Sit with me, won't you?" he asked, frowning a little when he saw that the fawn was crying. A wave of fatherlyness fell over him. "Why are you crying, little one?" he asked gently.

The fawn scrambled over and flopped next to him, big tears lacing down his furry cheeks. "I... I got lost.. And... And... I lost my Mommy..." he whimpered, not knowing the stag, but trusting him all the same. The stag listened carefully and lightly pressed his face against the fawn's head.

"There now, that's nothing to cry about. The forest may be endless, my dear child, but the Gods will surely help you find her." he closed his eyes and sighed contently. "I will help you as well."

But... Would the Gods help? Were they even still present? The Darkness felt so much closer these days...

His conflicting thoughts were interupted when the little fawn spoke. "Oh, thank you, sir! Can we look now?" He jumped up and quivered in joy, almost prancing back and forth. The Priest couldn't help holding back a little chuckle at him.

"I suppose so, little one. But how about you come with me? Let's walk over to visit the Gods first and ask them. You may get an answer." he smiles, but it quickly turns to a frown at the fawn's response.

"Oh... Okay..." He almost looked bored by it. Bored... Were many fawns these days like this? He felt anger... But it quickly evaporated to a gentle, sort of fatherly affection. Perhaps this little fawn didn't know how wonderful the Gods really were.

"Come on now, little one. I'll teach you what you need to know." and with that the great stag turned around and started to walk back to the statues, leaving a very bored looking fawn to follow.

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Crybaby - "I Don't Like the Rain..."

Rain rain go away
Come again another day

A flick of a snowy white ear and a small sigh emanated from a well-hidden clearing. It feels nice to have so many protective walls around, and a lovely ceiling, too. It kept most of the rain out, but just a few drops were enough to depress him.

"Please stop... he mumbled to no one in particular. His head laid against the ground, legs sprawled out on his side. He looked heaven-ward and groaned when a droplet splattered on his face.

It was dark, too. Two things he didn’t particularly enjoy in one combo package. Crybaby was his name, an odd name, but a fitting one. Wouldn’t the world be so much nicer if all names portrayed our characters? Whatever the case, it was obvious that Crybaby was not… in the loveliest of moods this night. His pelt quivered whenever a speck of rain would fall upon it. He was glad to be alone, and yet he wasn’t. He didn’t have to hide the sadness, but the rain made him feel so…

Lonely…

He closed his sky-blue eyes a little, hoping that he could just sleep the rain and darkness away. In almost no time he could just wake up and resume the day.

A small, tiny rustling came from one of his protective walls, and a flash of tiny red caught the corner of his eye. A puppyish growling could be heard. He forced his head up and saw a familiar platypus figure waddle up to him.

"Olay... he mumbled, a pained smile playing across his features. "I'm... I'm so happy to see you again..." he brought his head down and nuzzled the little creature, who only looked up at him with motherly concern.

"Aayaee... Aihe ahdh?" her bill clicked as she fumbled closer and pressed her head against his chest, purring softly. Crybaby smiled, this time for real, and lightly rested his head on her back. "I... I was a little sad, yes..." he admitted shyly, looking down at her.

"But... I think I feel better now."



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