Hope is the thing with feathers; Talla



Talla
Tal'. 'Alla.
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"I don’t have qualities, only fragilities.
But sometimes… sometimes I have hope."

- Clarice Lispector.

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".

mental.Heartsick, withdrawn, appreciative.
physical.Healthy.
notes.<3
"..."
"..."

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.



"Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me."

- Emily Dickinson

Discord: Wind#4759


Don't mind me just passing


Don't mind me just passing through and taking this page.

... damn it Star. You sneaky

... damn it Star.
You sneaky devil BI

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But...i like the shoes from

But...i like the shoes from the right guy
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*returns and serenades with a

*returns and serenades with a shakuhachi and riding a bunyip*

godimtired
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s;akdjg feelin' the need to

s;akdjg

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

Wildpferd - Nice shoes, yes c:.

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

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I saw you togehter with

I saw you togehter with Umay..
=/ but seems that you dont will
be in contact with me "anymore"
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COME LOVE ON LEVI CLOSE UP.

COME LOVE ON LEVI CLOSE UP. can't promise she won't bite but she makes an excellent pillow when she decides to stop using you as a chew toy. -shot- but yessss, it's good to see how far Talla has some in the last few years. ;w; <3

Wildpferd - I'm sorry but

Wildpferd -
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!

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Amazingly belated track

Amazingly belated track because I'm also horrible at tracking ;c

wow this is embarrassing I

wow this is embarrassing I thought I was already tracking this
(just ignore this embarrassing ninja track)
;o;

&hearts; B)) to both of ya.


B))

to both of ya.

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I don't think I'm tracking

I don't think I'm tracking dis lady yet. Hi.

"Hey.. there's something I've

"Hey.. there's something I've been meaning to bring up to you," she'd rather not leaving Talla hanging on worse assumptions, so she's quick to delve. "About Lume's and Solei's graves."

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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

Surprise, muted, shown through the raising of brows and a blink when she turns her head. "About... W-what is i-it?" Concern, laced along the edges of her voice, and trying not to wince at the misplaced stutters.

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asDHFHdf, not at all! ;u; if anything, a pleasant surprise.
Ahh, you too ♥, really.

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A low glance is cast towards

A low glance is cast towards the small doe, little is revealed through her expression, then her focus switches to the distance. A moment is stolen to contemplate her wording, not entirely sure how to go about the matter.
"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."

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Blehh sorry for the slow response, had to go afk for a while.

She hesitates, taking a deep

She hesitates, taking a deep intake of breath, collecting her thoughts and ordering them. Exhale. She hadn't realised she'd been holding it. "I know." was all she said at first, leaving a pause before answering the question.

"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.

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watches and farts in the

watches and farts in the distance

The feline pays great mind to

The feline pays great mind to the details of Talla's disposition, though any sign of a lie would be hard to detect beneath her already usual timid habits. Analysing the female is hardly necessary though, Umay finds it easy to trust her word. There's little to be said in response, glad for the answer she receives; however, if it had been any other way, she'd be able to understand.
"So long as you're sure," gentle words, a last chance of reconsideration. "I will."

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kimi gdi u stinky
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His eyes aren't closed. They

His eyes aren't closed.
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

Her's are.
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.


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"They come back in the end.

"They come back in the end. The sun never leaves forever" her eyes remind him of new soil. The kind you see in spring, ready for new, growing things. He inhales, exhales slowly and watches how it stirs the grass, her fur. He feels more real than he is. Or maybe, he's more real than he feels? He doesn't know. He can't feel the sun's heat, not strongly, but he can feel her fur, her warmth, the cool of the moss and grass beneath him. Where is the dividing line?

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

A small smile, subtle on her lips, a light in her eyes. "A promise of return, always eagerly awaited." A hind leg shifts, stretches, long and delicate. There's a tremor as it reaches the very limit, subtle, and returns.

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.




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Perhaps he is just that. The

Perhaps he is just that. The idea of warmth. Certainly the grass does not seem to strain from him the way it does from morning frost. Yes, he is that. The idea of heat.
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

She hardly moves, so comfortable curled up by his belly, so safe in the ghost's presence. All calmness and pleasant words, freed from the halting imperfections that too often litter her speech. For what reason does she have to be nervous now? The doe is not a mere mass of nerves, she is love and sadness and longing too. A shell, not intentional but one all the same. Like every existence, she is infinite, whether or not she is aware of it herself.

"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.





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Hello hello. My Trout has

Hello hello. My Trout has found you.

Tracktracktrack
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Ah! It was one of your

Ah!
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

Toya - Mm, Trout is a darling. Talla will be more open with time, most likely.

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!

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Ah, okay well bell apologizes

Ah, okay well bell apologizes and she'll be more cautious around her until she's calm<3

Good to see you too!
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I think I have this

I think I have this tracked... But I haven't seen it in a while. So dropping by to be sure. Shocked

Thanks, mm. Been good to see

Thanks, mm.
Been good to see you around here again, hope circumstances let you stay for a while!

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Yea.

Yea.

Yeah eue

Yeah
eue

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Hug ...&hearts;

Hug ...♥
" ~ Lady in Red ~ "

♥ ♥

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GORG

GORG

Vala - Hey, thanks. You've

Vala - Hey, thanks. You've always been such a kind presence here ♥.

Kimi - eee thanks darling ;v; 'bout time I did SOMETHING.

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Hot damn.

Hot damn.
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Ahh, this bio looks so

Ahh, this bio looks so pretty. Fits her so well too.
Account previously Mjrn, returned to Veedeer.

Oh css It's making me blush

Oh css
It's making me blush

Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!

Hum - &hearts;! thanks lovely

Hum - ♥! thanks lovely ;v;.

Mjrn - Glad you think so, too! Gosh, I was so picky with it. This feels right, though. Thanks eue!

Niri - Oh you~ -noogies- B).

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very late track ;u; &hearts;

very late track ;u; ♥ this css looks lovely!

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It fits her quite well!

It fits her quite well!

Ahh, thank you both so much

Ahh, thank you both so much ;u;!

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(I hope rp here is

(I hope rp here is okay)


"Are you alright? Did that predator hurt you at all?"

Ahh, rp is always welcome

Ahh, rp is always welcome (for any of my bebs) ♥!
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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.

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The ghost smiled, glad she

The ghost smiled, glad she wasn't hurt very much. "No problem." His brow furrowed as he noticed the little doe's tone and behavior. "What's the matter? Is-" Ross then remembered- she thought him dead. Which he was, of course. "Oh. Are you.. scared of me?"

The roe isn't sure how to

The roe isn't sure how to answer his question at first, though she shakes her head softly to reassure him, "D-don't t-take it p-p-person-nally." Brown eyes again rise to his face, and she forces herself not to look away, "It... is y-you? T-the k-kind one... y-you're d-different n-now," the roe says, trying not to stutter. She's seen creatures come back from the dead before, but this one was different. "D-different, y-yes. B-but... I'm g-glad." More like Vilinius than not, but not the same. Puzzled, the roe allows herself to look away again and breathes deeply to keep herself from worrying him further with her timid demeanor.

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Ross nodded to show that it

Ross nodded to show that it was okay. By now he was almost used to the looks he would get from those who had known him in life. "Yes, it's me. Rossamund." He grinned slightly at 'different'. "I'm a.. a ghost, I think. I'm using magic to make myself look normal. Mostly normal."

She'd never known his name,

She'd never known his name, and so the doe makes a small inclination of her head in recognition. Rossamund. Slowly, she inches forward so that her face is no longer hidden by the mass of the tree's vegetation, though naturally there is still grass higher than her head between them, "M-making y-yours-self l-look... normal?" she considers this, wondering, "H-how w-would y-you look o-oth-therwise?"

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