Weaving vines [Brynhried's Bio] around dawn

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"He'd walk past fawns in distress, helpless beings and lost souls, deaf to their cries of desperation. He'd bathe in the chaos he had built in his mind, chaos invisible to any other.
And then, nervously and without reason, he'd laugh."
- theswan




















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"...Uh."

Recently: 30th of January - Had a swim! Met a doe without a name, introduced himself and sat with her when invited.

6th of January - Chased Ciel away with Sianna when he came close to the group Bryn was with alongside another stranger(Eraline) - ongoing

12th of December 2011- Found Sianna in a fight with Amelia, tried to get the teenager to back off by shouldering her away whilst running and defending the phoenix. Fairly unsuccessful, but tried to get her to fight him instead of her friend, yelling taunts and rearing at her. Annoyed when Brazen tried to split them up. Eventually things calmed down, rested with Sianna and Sonne.

11th of December - After stalking her a little for the past few days, came very close to Sianna while she was with Gozerian. Noticed she was upset around two strangers; Nägendre and Lantern. Approuched just in time to see the stag leave; greeted Sianna, accepted her cuddles, and followed her as she affronted Lantern. When another stag came to defend the doe, mooing and taunting, stepped in front of the phoenix and tried to get him to back away, taunting back and tossing his antlers. The stranger moved away but then seemed to calm down. Eventually he was left with just Sianna and Gozerian as the commotion calmed down. Later tried to drive a mini away when they were fighting with Sianna, happy to see them leave. Retired for the day with her; see in comments.

3rd > 6th of December - Came across Sianna whilst she was badly wounded; watched over her from a distance, curious and concerned. Later found her again; rp currently underway. Met her in the forest again and very awkwardly returned her affections, unsure of how to act.







Health & Emotion: A little less than full health, feeling pretty good and confident.




PROFILE PERSONALITY HISTORY RELATIONS MEDIA




Name: Brynhried
Pronounciation: Brrrr-IN-hree-d
Origin: ....Norse?
Alias: Whiteface
Picto: An 8O face with a scar
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 21st
Age: Adult, as of December 2011
Voice: Here

Species: Unsure, but his full grown height is around 17 here
Default set: Magpie pelt, secretary bird mask, default antlers + purple flowers or candles
Resting place: This pile of logs where he collapsed on his return to the forest, or any patch of purple flowers











Byrn is a tough little soldier who has a habit of putting on a tough outer shell and not letting anything get through the cracks. He can shut off the world without regrets. Nothing seems to make him flinch or back away. He's too brazen, proud and courageous to find fear in normal things, but don't be fooled- this is part of the shell. If he thinks someone is being too nosy on a subject or getting suspicious, he quickly becomes defensive, even aggressive at times. He has no idea how to interact socially and was never taught this by either parent.

Bryn is really a sweetheart hiding in his offensive attitude to life. He is brave, but not fearless. He strives to be better than his father, but while he is doing this, he is doing Totlecatl's work. Everything he does isn't right and causes chaos, in his mind. Constantly conflicted, he isn't level-headed at the best of times. He is unpredictable in a dangerous way; he isn't going to turn around and attack strangers on your average day, but he can be driven there by his own mind. To rid himself of those feelings. The kind of person who would be your friend one day, but turn up at school the next day and go on a massacre. Then hand themselves in to police.








Before Rp:
- Fee fled her homeland, after a new stag took control of the herd, to find the forest
- Found Totlecatl and found him charming and friendly; tricked into sleeping in the hollow tree where she was held captive by her 'friend' for two months
- Escaped one early morning when another stag tried to barge his way into the tree to free her but was attacked by Totlecatl
- Returned to the herd to find the same stag in control, managed to round up all the does to attack him savagely
- Became the new leader of a female-only herd, learnt the new rules and culture, and turned it all upside down
- Learnt she was pregnant
- Gave birth to Brynhried
- Totlecatl arrived in the herdlands and took a 3-month-old Bryn back to the forest, much to his mother's displeasure

- Was seen as a threat to Totlecatl, who often attacked the fawn at the slightest irk
- At the age of 1 year, was let out of Catl's sight and left to roam the forest. Rather like leaving the nest, except he'd never had real parenting.
- Having watched his father for 7 months, he thought he might try and find some other deer in the forest. Instead, he ran into a fawn called Yew, and killed it just beside the bridge out of spite for its happiness
- Decided to try and flee the forest, but was chased by Totlecatl far into the winter lands
- Abandoned there with no way of getting back to the forest; he survived in the snow and blizzards due to his thick coat, and his mother's blood meant he could go without eating for much longer
- Was found by his mother and brought back to her herd, filled with emotionless, white does just like herself

- Learnt of his past ^ before Fee tricked him and attacked him: he retaliated by instinct and a stray antler tore the base of her neck
- Saved her from a horrible death via the bloodthirsty herdmembers, and, finally at peace with his mother and knowing his past, fled and ran....and ran....and ran....
- until he finally found the forest again; his eyes were closed to keep the ice and snow out, but suddenly he felt a tug on his antlers and found himself surrounded by green, having walked into a hanging clump of vines, which he tore himself out of and found the vine twirled around his antlers
- Collapsed out of exaustion where he fell, which is now where he returns to sleep every night


RP:
- Finally awoken many months later by Noelle
- Joined the Rut; got into a fight with Bénézet on his first day, over Kari, after trying to sneak her away. Stalked Herla on his second day after impatiently trying to win her over with little effort.
- Decided it was time he made friends, but had no idea how to do this. Began stalking Sabastion. Eventually talked to him and Martin.
- Came across an injured Sianna. Found her again later; see the rp below. Later met her again, submitted to her cuddiling, unsure how to react. Continued to stalk her!










Father: Presumably Totlecatl
Mother: Fee
Siblings: None
Other family: unknown
Adopted: None

Crush: None
Court: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None

Best friend: SiannaTries to be around her as much as possible; acts as a kind of bodyguard, attack dog and hitman. Very protective of her, whilst nervous as to how she feels about him.
Friends: NoelleThe first deer he met on his return to the forest, very respectful towards her, SabastionStalked him for a length of time before finally talking to him; aware that this habit creeps him out, but is curious about his nature.
Aquaintences: Kari, Bénézet, HerlaMet her in the rut, still stalks her occasionally, Rachel, Gozerian, Lantern, Brazen, Sonne
Unsure: Martin, Nägendre
Dislikes: Amelia
Enemies: TotlecatlHis 'father', teacher and tormentor. Loathes him utterly, rarely speaks of him.
Rivals: None











RP with Sianna

Request from Theswan

'The Test of Flames' written by Quad

Father series - One Two Three Four



Image at top by me
Pixel in facts box by Serpanther


Brownlupine - theswan - Me - Me - Stark - Me - AcyddxRainbows











Fun facts


:: Bryn loves the little birds who rest on his antlers when he lies still

:: The nickname 'Whiteface' was given to him by his mother, and he's very fond of it

:: If not made obvious by the story, Bryn isn't exacly tied down to the ground. He can emerge from the forest, and, depending on the situation, re-enter it when he's ready. This is more of a symbolic thing than an actual attribute- the forest symbolises several things for him.

:: He has a design with a deer face rather than human; both can be used

:: Possibly has Shizotypal Personality Disorder


















That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic. That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch! What does that mean? You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I'm gonna kill you. hat boy needs therapy
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And done!

And done!
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Tracker

Tracker
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-stalk- erm... -points to

-stalk-
erm... -points to random person-
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Stalkers, yay! Anything that

Stalkers, yay!
Anything that needs adding on to or fixing?
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Repost of an rp with

Repost of an rp with Hraeth~

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Autumn.

The boy did not stirr from his spot, wedged in the crook where two logs overlapped.
Not even when the leaves fell upon his blue-stained pelt.
And there he lay, for day upon day, slowly cloaked with the falling children of the trees around him.
White face
In his dreams the fawn was there. The fawn was forgiving.
He ran to greet him.
White face....
You have to wake up


The boy did not stirr from his spot amongst the leaves, where he lay comatose for week upon week.
You have to wake up.


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This week had been so long. Gods, she was tired and oh, how she wished the forest's inhabitants would all just take a day off from being violent.
Her body still hurt from fight after fight after fight and when she had finally recovered, there was another fight. She needed a rest and wouldn't it be nice to live without a body for a while?

A pair of logs offered shelter, and with time, some warmth. The snow-pelted doe went to them, curled near their center, and heaved a tired sigh.
It was only when she shifted that she noticed the softness of a body and the warmth that already lingered in the dead trunks.
After a startle and the beginning of an apology, she realized the body didn't move, but it was most certainly alive.Still, there was more than just sleep at work here.

Keep to the basics, first. Gently, she bit at the creature's nap and tugged. "Wake up." Firmly spoken words, but calm, so as not to frighten or anger.

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/Wake up/

Someone spoke to him

And just like that, he did. All but slowly.
First a heartbeat. A slow, fluttering beat. A minute or so passed, it growing louder with every pulse.
Then the rise and fall of a breathing body. A small pile of leaves that had grown across his near-human face were suddenly pushed away by a rush of air.
A twitch of an ear.
Like some old machine he was coming back from the other place. The place he was chained to.

When he felt a nudge and a tug at his fur, he opened his eyes.
And his first view was, mostly, sparks of orange and brown leaves. Mossy bark. Soft grass.
A doe? A doe. Hmm.

"Hello."

I'm alive.

---

Good. He wasn't entirely unconscious. One less thing the doe had toworry about, looking after the near dead.
"Good morning," she answered, a partial tease as it wasn't morning to anyone but the fellow who'd just woken from his stasis.
The doe squinted, her eyes becoming mere slivers of green bordered by a very dark grey, she looked over the creature, scrutinizing nearly every aspect of his physique.
What had gotten him into this predicament? Who was he? Why here?
None of the answers were written on his hide, however. There was time to ask all that later, though.
"Are you alright?"
First things first.

---

It only hit him just then that he was covered in autumn leaves.
Autumn.
He'd been lying here for months then.
Raising his head, he felt grass roots tugging at his ears as he pulled what he grown over him away from the earth.
He'd clean himself up later- chances were his flowers were wilting too. Shame.

It took a while for him to realise he was being talked to, so he quickly stopped pulling grass out of his fur and looked up.
White, green eyes. He'd never seen this doe before.
But then again, he was exacly socially active.
"I guess so. Last time I was awake, it was the beginning of Spring."
Quickly glancing around at his surroundings, he spotted the ruins and the hollow tree.

He'd made it.

Smiling to himself, then catching it, his face went blank as he looked back to the doe.
"Are my flowers wilting?"
Maybe he'd been hallucinating and there weren't any flowers.



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You have the patience of a

You have the patience of a saint, you know. To put up with me. ;; I wasn't tracking this before when I thought I was; I missed your repost.

Also, concerning your email, I'm afraid I don't have the layered file of Sorrel's design anymore. :/ If you'd like, I can drawing her again and send you the lines to color?

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"That is a long time to sleep, Sir."
She watched him pull the grass from his fur with silent attentiveness and wondered is his body was sore from having been so close to the earth for so long.
What did he dream of? Surely there was no shortage of dreams, but did he remember them?

She leaned forward and gripped a long blade of yellowed grass near his shoulder with her lips, pulled it free of his coat and let it fall to the ground between them. It was then that she caught his smile- watched it fade as soon as it had come to life. His flowers? She looked to his antlers.

"I fear they're wilted and crisp. I imagine the chill in the air got to them."
Hopefully they weren't terribly important. They could be replaced, after all, and surely there were more pressing matters.

"You must be hungry. Can I get you something to eat?"
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No no, not a problem. I

No no, not a problem. I didn't mind

And that's okay. Only draw her if you really want to. I'm still very grateful for that ref! I just want to experiment again.

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He paused, drinking in what had happened. His mind was fuzzy and unclear, and he was indeed sore, but didn't notice the tingle in his legs yet.
There was a memory of what he'd done, and how he'd fallen asleep wedged comfortably against the logs he now seemed to be entwined with.

"Ah....I thought they might be. Oh well. I'll get tangled up again later."

Then Brynhried took the time to look around again, to grasp his surroundings better.
Disoriented as he was, he refused to appear straddled or weak.
With an almighty heave, he got to his feet, crisp leaves and other growths of vines and grass holding him down until they snapped. He was a mess alright.

In his current confusion, he missed her question. On his hooves, he still had a few thicker vines curled around his antlers and neck, smaller ones around his feet.
He'd been hidden well in the past months, unusually so; it was odd and unnatural, but he'd think about it more later.

After a bit of straining against those around his antlers, he caught her words. "Allow me...I need to think about what's happened." Now attacking the ones around his neck, the young stag managed to get through most of them with bites.
The ones around his feet snapped as he lifted his legs and began to take his first steps in a very long time-

unsuccessfully.

He hobbled like a newborn fawn, lifting his legs in the walking manner that deer have, but in the same order feeling them convulse. His front two collapsed, but after some awkward practice, he began to take steps slowly.
The feeling was alien, but as uncomfortable as he felt, he refused to show it. Eventually he got the hang of his feet and shook his coat, feeling most of what was left of the growth leaving his hide.
The coat itself had grown more as well; he'd turned into some long-haired overgrown fawn without even being aware of himself.

Once he was ready to walk, Brynhried looked back at the doe, frowning at the new long stands of hair across one side of his face. "I think i've got it now." He allowed a small smile to glance his face.

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♥

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Very late thankyou

Very late thankyou <3

If anyone would like to rp with him, pleeeease go ahead and ask here.
I'd really like to start getting him to know more people.

Going to watch this.

Going to watch this.

Despite her attitude upon

Despite her attitude upon first meeting this stag, she would now come off as fun and loving... with sadness hidden away, at least at first. Of course, once they settled down next to each other she wouldn't be able to resist moving closer. Had he allowed, she would rest her head atop the center of his back, a silent tear or two drawing down her face. "It has been a bad day", she would begin.

Her relationship with Nägendre felt shattered so quickly. She was incredibly obsessed with him... and in one day it all came crashing down. Sianna knew the source of the problem, but eliminating that would have done little good. It was obvious what kind of stag Nägendre was... he was... a manwhore. Perhaps it got to her knowing that she wasn't the only one on such a playing field anymore, there was now a deer that acted as competition. While she wanted him, he could easily turn her own partners or friends against her. It had been, in short, a bad day.

So, the phoenix would silently cry, tail plumes lethargically swayed now and again. "Everyone is out to hurt me, I don't understand", she continues, a certain level of knowledge hidden in her tone; the way she says it being almost without remorse, rather acting out a part where emotions were not truly present. "I am so sad inside, so sad inside... these deer are carbon copies, they are robotic", a sigh would then be pushed passed velvet lips, faintly shifting her head so that eyes could peer up to the stag. "Please don't ever become apart of the pyramid. I don't think I could bare to lose another".
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At the end of the day, the

At the end of the day, the stag felt a calm happiness in his chest; throughout the hours he had stalked(or his preferred term, watched) the phoenix from a distance. This had been going on since their last meeting, although only recently had he bravened up enough to come closer. He was afraid- afraid that she would find him worthless, and insignificant. Afraid that she would have reason to spite him, which was the main reason he kept quiet most of the time.

But it wasn't an awkward or upset quiet. He was silently gleeful. Here was someone who seemed to actively want his attention, and Whiteface wouldn't question that, wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak. So when the doe first spoke, head placed on his back, he would calmly look to face her with the gentlest of voices and manners. "I'm sorry about your friend...," he would have said more, but Brynhried stopped himself when something occured to him.

No; that stag wasn't just a friend. He meant more to her then that. For a confusing moment, he fancied that maybe he might be more than a friend one day...but it was a silly thought. Instead he wondered why the stranger didn't return her affections. "I shouldn't pry, but...," who was he? The last part went unspoken, but the stag knew she would catch on. Had he been one of those who had hurt her so badly, when they first met? Who were they all?

When his companion teared up, he was again unsure how to react. If she was close enough, he would gently lean over to brush his cheek against hers, catching a drop or two. Just to show that he was there for her; he would go back again afterwards to his previous position, watching her with gentle eyes. "Why would they want to hurt you of all deer?" It was rhetoric, affectionate. He didn't shift when they locked gaze. "I won't. I want to.....protect and help you...as silly as I sound, I mean it." A shy smile, reflecting back to what he'd said not too long ago when she was injured. "You are most capable...but two is better than one, I think." Already today, they had faced two opponents together. It didn't seem fair that she would have foes ganging up on her; a thought grew that they must work in groups, yes. "It isn't fair for you."

As she leaned against him,

As she leaned against him, head rested gently against the small of his back, she would take a deep breath then expel hot, warm air onto his fur. Being with him in this way brought back all too familiar emotions... that initial high, the thought of feeling pure ecstasy overrunning her. When that high ran out there was always the thrill of danger; destroying, crumbling everything that made a stag what he was. The adrenaline rush, all over again experiencing that sweet, sweet feeling of revenge, being overrun with a sense of accomplishment, victory. In this moment however, all thoughts of verbally handicapping him were blunted. Right now it was about drawing him in and feeling loved again.

It was her way, a cycle which seemed could never be broken... or perhaps, she had not found the one. For a moment she would collect her thoughts, remembering what Morikiah had said to her only a few days ago.

When Sianna hears his response she would feel as though she had roped him in, if only a little. She was not injured as she had been the last time they spoke, it had been bad timing on the stags part... but now, she had as always fallen back into her old ways. "Friend", she echos, her voice a soft coo, low and steady. She would look to him with searching eyes, "Not even that". - The doe would close her eyes momentarily, although her attention would be cast back to him when he continued. He begins, though did not finish. At first she wanted to call him on it but found it within herself, something hard to do, to refrain from touching on it.

When the stag leaned in to brush her cheek she would not retract, but accept the attention. She would not pull away for as long as the contact continued, though when he did, would press her body weight into him; an act of affection and possession. Of course when he spoke, she would look up to him, her eyes glazed with building tears. "I don't know...", she says bitterly, her eyes locked on his own then. - Sianna could not help but sense the dedication in his proceeding words. "It is not silly... I want you here, in whatever way you feel necessary", still she would unwaveringly hold his gaze, unless he had broken away. The way she spoke, she was intentionally leaving room for other possibilities.

'You are most capable...but two is better than one, I think', she would split a grin at this, a nod given into his back, a puff of warm breath to follow. "I agree", an ear would idly flicker. - At the stags last words, Sianna would rub her head into him, again pressing her weight into him if allowed. "It's not fair, but... at least I have you, at least... I have someone here for me. It makes all the unfairness of this forest worth it".

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He nodded, dragging his eyes

He nodded, dragging his eyes away from hers for a moment. There was a little moment of worry, curiosity, morbid thoughts; how many....friends, did she have? Was he nothing special? Surely...not. Maybe they really were just friends. And that was all he was to her too, right? That seemed normal. Yes, normal, something pure. He liked the nice new feelings and attention.

As before, their eyes were drawn together before long.
"Certainly. I will be with you." And indeed, there was a degree of certainty to his voice; what he had said before, on their first meeting, was true; he had no other common company. Aquaintences, the rare other he considered a friend, but never did he spend time with them like...this.

The extra warmth was nice, with the forest beginning to cool down. Allowing himself to become a pillow, with all that flowing fur, there was a nice calm settiling over him. Bryn was as concerned for her as ever, but had enough confidence in himself to think how he could prevent these sorts of events; images flashed from the past fight he'd had, with his father, of the blood rending everywhere in arcs. And most of it hadn't been his. Yes, with a silent nod to himself, he decided he could be vicious when he had reason. He had a reason again, now.

"Would you protest if I help you fight your fights, when I can be there? Like today." He didn't care to even think about who had started all those arguments, but upon his arrival, there had been a confrontation with another doe, who had then been defended by a random stag. Bryn had stepped in until the stranger had suddenly become friendly; it was then he backed away, uncomfortable with the sudden change of heart. For now, fighting and violence wasn't nothing to him, it was significant and it meant something and wasn't to be ignored. Perhaps if this suggestion he'd made went ahead, this would change, diluted by all the encounters to come in the future.



Tracking. c:

Tracking. c:
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Nemonica loves purple flowers

Nemonica loves purple flowers 2!! Laughing out loud