Female.
#12. 8 years.
Roe deer influences*.Outwardly typical. Possesses a few mental and physical differences.
Speaks in
#6C90A8.
Melancholic.
Anxious, hopeful.
Drawn to morbidity.
Takes space, craves contact.
Mistrusting, but easily grows attached.
Tumblr.
Toyhouse.
"There is magic in decay.
A dance to be done
For the rotting."
- Dan Chelotti, from "Compost".
"..."
"..."
17th February, 2021
Coming to terms with a personal loss, though not without the comfort and support of those close to her.
23rd of July, 2020
Oh yikes x2, just noticed the last update was over a year ago.
Enjoying some snuggles.
8th of July, 2019
Oh yikes, just noticed last update was over a year ago.
Keeping to herself and a few close friends, for the most part.
Reunited with a nightmare from her past; Renoir. Tried to face him without showing her fear, but crumbled almost immediately under his gaze. Pursued by the wolf leisurely for the most part, until very suddenly he was on her heels. Lost any courage she'd gathered then. Slunk away after he lost interest to calm down in private. Ashamed over the whole thing, that even after all this time, he could still terrify her just as he had years ago.
Found hours later by Fenrir. Conversed with the wolf about a sensitive topic. Initially wary, but by the end found herself tentatively believing him. By no means believes the path ahead will be easy, but given reason to hope.
Don't mind me just passing
Don't mind me just passing through and taking this page.
... damn it Star. You sneaky
You sneaky devil BI
But...i like the shoes from
*returns and serenades with a
godimtired
s;akdjg feelin' the need to
feelin' the need to say that when talla spit at walter lev' pretty much HELL YES'd to high heaven.
she may not like talla and vice versa but U MAKE HER PROUD WITH UR COURAGE WEE BABU.
Wildpferd - Nice shoes, yes
Kimi - *Swoons enthusiastically*!
You know just how to make me happy ;DD. Especially that bunyip. DAYUM.
...but what about my other steed. the one you stole the headdress from? Darn it Kimi, I've already shot my baby. ;~;...
iknowthatfeelbeb
Clare - fgdflgjadf. I thought that's what she was doing! Aahah, admittedly I love on Levi' from a distanceee. Wee babbu has a courageous streak! A tiiny, fragile one, albeit. Who knew, eh? C8
I saw you togehter with
=/ but seems that you dont will
be in contact with me "anymore"
COME LOVE ON LEVI CLOSE UP.
Wildpferd - I'm sorry but
I'm sorry but Talla honestly doesn't recognise your character. At the time that you approached she was really stressed because some friends had just been in a big fight and she wanted to know if they were alright.
Clare -
FLUFFY PILLOW LEVI EEE. Unfortunately, statistics show that Talla makes a pretty damn good chew toy :C
Omh yhg gosh it's so fantastic to hear that I ahkadgh. Ahem, thank you ♥ uwu!
Amazingly belated track
wow this is embarrassing I
(just ignore this embarrassing ninja track)
;o;
♥ B)) to both of ya.
B))
to both of ya.
I don't think I'm tracking
"Hey.. there's something I've
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HI I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND SUDDEN RP OUT OF NO WHERE LOL ;A;
ALSO HOPE YOU'VE BEEN DOIN' GOOD
Surprise, muted, shown
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asDHFHdf, not at all! ;u; if anything, a pleasant surprise.
Ahh, you too ♥, really.
A low glance is cast towards
"I've discussed this with other members of our family and so far everyone has agreed," by this point her gaze had been averted from the horizon and back to her daughter. "It's been difficult for Rojan and I in particular to move on, we're all keen on the idea of permanently disposing the..." her voice trails off awkwardly, it's difficult to gather the right phrasing, "..the remains. Burn them, if it's possible; our friend, North, has offered to help however he can. Think it's best they're not left to lie in the dirt. Let them be free. Just wanted to check on your thoughts over the plan first, see if you're okay with it or not."
--
Blehh sorry for the slow response, had to go afk for a while.
She hesitates, taking a deep
"Bodies... a-are much like v-vessels, in my unders-standing. Memories a-are a stronger tie," a grim smile, "I will remember th-them regardless. It... i-is a good plan, and I h-hope it helps." she couldn't emphasise how deeply she meant those words. An ear ticks nervously, it feels almost as if her heart is shuddering. She's used to it, yet it's still bothersome. "...Thank you. And would you thank him - North - on my b-behalf...?" her gaze is lightly locked upon the feline's face, whether or not it still lingers upon the roe.
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pshh, I'm the slowest rper out there, d/w.
watches and farts in the
The feline pays great mind to
"So long as you're sure," gentle words, a last chance of reconsideration. "I will."
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kimi gdi u stinky
.
His eyes aren't closed. They
They almost are. They're this dreamy state of 'not-quites' and 'almosts' which is, all in all, how he spent most of his living days. Not quite good. Not quite bad. Graywash. The same can't be said about the quiet feelings he holds for the doe at his side. He watches her sides rise and fall in time with the beating of his own phantasmagoric heart.
He doesn't talk all that much. Didn't in life. Doesn't much now but he does sometimes, like now, he could almost be asleep, laying curled around her, he has his head tilted to the side, against the mossy earth so he can watch her face, silhouetted against the azure sky, criss-crossed by the dark lines which make up the forest canopy.
"It is warm, isn't it?" he can't tell, but it looks warm, and he speaks again, softly, in the mother tongue which even his other words always bear trace of "The sun is bright today. jis man primena tave"
Her's are. She appears
She appears asleep, doesn't she? Breathing calmly, body relaxed and even her ears are resting. Such a different creature she is now, different from the flighty creature she is most seen as.
The doe has curled up quite snugly against him, and she's aware he isn't like before. It matters little now, her beliefs have been cracked and the doe had to deal with it. She holds no resentment though, no. Sometimes there is a price to pay for such gifts.
"Warmer than it has been," she responds, quiet-like, but not shyly. An ear stirs, and she doesn't understand the language he slips into but if he wanted her to understand, he would have done so, "I am glad it is no longer hiding, it has been missed. Such important things always are." Eyes flutter open, brown and deep and full of life. She doesn't just mean the sun.
"They come back in the end.
He shifts slightly, his head shifting atop his limber neck so that he can just barely touch his muzzle to the top of her head, between the ears. "Spring is coming then" he murmurs, "Fawns will be everywhere I suppose then" he doesn't say it with malice, in fact, there is the gentlest touch of nostalgia to his voice. He has a fonder feeling for fawns than she does.
"Baby birds" new things come in spring. Old things come back.
The world turns.
A small smile, subtle on her
She's always loved this, being close, but she isn't special for it. Does she imagine that he's just that little bit warm? Wishful thinking perhaps.
"It will come with life, as it always will," she muses, "Fawns." A deep breath, "I don't remember ever being so fearless. They keep me fit, at the very least. The young cannot be blamed for their youth." She can't say she's excited for the fawns that will be dropped, though only because they're eager to test their legs. Exhaling, the fond gesture makes her relax further. Safe and sound.
"New songs," Blue eyelids sweep and settle, "Baby birds, such old memories those are. Fuzzy, almost like young plumage." She rambles almost, the reward is hearing her friend's voice muse back. Such an old friend, too. It's strange how beginnings are so nostalgic.
Perhaps he is just that. The
He doesn't ask her to be brave, doesn't tell her that they're just fawns, just children, because her fears are as real as she wants them to be, as justified as she feels and he won't tell her otherwise, he'll just step between her and any young things, he'll lead them off when needed.
"I enjoy seeing them. Knowing this place may be endless, but it's always new" he rumbles, voice gentle, deep as it is. "It's the inhabitants that keep the stagnation away" he watches a dandelion, caught in the breeze, how its seeds are cast airborne, travelers to new places, anti-stagnation of the ground.
"I should hope your other friends will also keep you safe from the terror that is the new generation" he jokes softly, shifting again, all but hiding his face against her, he haphazardly flops a forelimb over the doe so he can tuck her nearer to him. As if hiding her from the dangers of the world. The warm breeze rolling from the birch not far away as welcome as any blanket.
"You've always known good beings"
She hardly moves, so
"Truer words are seldom spoken," the doe comments, rolling a shoulder gently with the breath she takes, "Stagnation is a dangerous thing; often a few steps short of decay. Sometimes it's difficult for growth to begin again." Her gaze follows his, and she finds the rolling of seeds on the wind fitting.
Laughter, soft so as not to destroy the peace that hangs about them, but genuine as it came, "The terrors that the young bring, I am certain they can muster some courage for that threat." Shuffling closer, his leg is a shield to all beyond, and for a time the pair are all that exists. Old friends, dear friends. It's an old tale, the observant being blind, but true nonetheless.
"You think so? They are their own beings, and they are flawed, but I think them good still. Sometimes the ripples of actions clash, and they do so violently." A sadness lilts along the edges of her voice, "But, goodness is still there. It comes in its many forms, but is all the same, goodness." The twitch of an ear, and she closes her eyes, "It is not s-simple, I mean. A good being can do wrong, a matter of perspective." And she opens them, inhales the familiar scent of rain, the slight mingling of blood. Calming, she remembers when his tines held so-many hearts. He knew, more than anyone else, that a heart was not a simple thing.
Hello hello. My Trout has
Tracktracktrack
Ah! It was one of your
It was one of your deer!
I was sure it was ammy but I guess I forgot the deers name itself.
I flailed when I saw the picto and I was like: OMG! maybe she remembers bell! *goes up with bell sits infront of* she ran away XD So I guess she doesn't remember bell?
I'm so happy to see her in the forest<3 she's still shy and adorable as always
Toya - Mm, Trout is a
Snowbell - My gosh, it's been ages. Was surprised to see Bell! Yeah, under normal circumstances her memory may have been stirred a bit, but unfortunately she just felt threatened instead.
Good to see you both too. Baha, thank you!
Ah, okay well bell apologizes
Good to see you too!
I think I have this
Thanks, mm. Been good to see
Been good to see you around here again, hope circumstances let you stay for a while!
Yea.
Yeah eue
eue
Hug ...♥
♥ ♥
♥
GORG
Vala - Hey, thanks. You've
Kimi - eee thanks darling ;v; 'bout time I did SOMETHING.
Hot damn.
Ahh, this bio looks so
Oh css It's making me blush
It's making me blush
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
Hum - ♥! thanks lovely
Mjrn - Glad you think so, too! Gosh, I was so picky with it. This feels right, though. Thanks eue!
Niri - Oh you~ -noogies- B).
very late track ;u; ♥
It fits her quite well!
Ahh, thank you both so much
(I hope rp here is
"Are you alright? Did that predator hurt you at all?"
Ahh, rp is always welcome
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Her heartbeat thuds in her chest still, and those brown eyes flicker over the other once more. Thoughts are interrupted by his words, and there's a moment where she simply stares before dipping her head and speaking, "I'm a-alright, r-really, the little doe assures, S-scored m-my thigh, b-but I c-c-can use i-it." Her eyes flit to his face, as if there's something she can't figure out, and her head tilts slightly before the gaze diverts, "Th-thank y-you.
The ghost smiled, glad she
The roe isn't sure how to
Ross nodded to show that it
She'd never known his name,