Mister High and Mighty [GEHIRN] [gone]

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Chicken for dinner.



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Was simply sitting with his family when Neela accidentally cast everyone to the land before time.

The unlucky one of the bunch. Hit his head on landing, and passed most of the time being unconcious. Yes. You might want to read other updates if whatever happend interests you.

Woke up to two Neela's, who seemed a little panicked as they attempted to wake him up. Eugh. It's still early. Regardless, the kid was persistent, and finally tried to make sense of what she was saying. Something about a giant beast, and a knife, and all sorts of kids stuff. Pft. Did wonder where they were and where Herla had gone, though.

Mostly waved whatever she was telling off as fantasies, though it was odd the season had changed since his nap. Tried to calm her down, and waited with the child until both Herla and Verve were back. And his brain was back in place.

Apparantly they were invisible for a moment too, which did not help things.

Suggested they find water, which they then did. Relieved his eldest daughter was around, and was part giraffe or something. She kept a good eye on the environment. And ridiculously long ear, too.
Got to silently think as they walked, Herla leading. Even with her terrible sense of direction, water she was well able to find. Regardless, seemed to experience the place as more open than the forest. Less, blocking.. Made a comment about them 'being alright' when Herla said something about making a fire to scare off the monsters. Likely didn't need to make a fire.

Watched his daughters work together to figure out the way back, though kept a good eye on the environment. Golden mask back on. Heard a twig snap, stomped towards the bush to scare off whatever it was. A small, bird-like creature sprinted off from behind it. Dissapointing. That looked pretty edible.

The moment Neela succeeded in casting the spell, a whole bunch of the damn things jumped out of the bush at the family. Shielded them with his antlers, and returned to the endless forest with sharp toothed chickens hanging from his antlers.
Proceeded to slaughter them all with his daughter and wife.
The end.


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Mystic smiled as the other fawns played, some tackling each other and other doing a sort of dance. It was a rare gift to play with many of his own age, usually talking to other deer much older then him. A smile on his face, partly hidden by the monkey mask he wore. Mystic took any chance he could get to wear the mask, treasuring it dearly; it was a sign of growth for the fawn. For opening up and growing by meeting others. Turning his gaze surprised to see a large, powerful stag in the distance sitting in a patch of sunlight.

Mystic looked at him with curiosity, he slowly walked towards him. He was much larger then the fawn and seemed to be much older then the people he had meet before. With heavy jet black coat – crimson faded on his chest into – and large antlers loomed over head. Before he got too close, he looked at him and bowed, feeling as if this was the right thing to do. Knowing immediately that his name was Gehirn. “I’m Mystic. May I sit beside you?” Tilting his head slightly as he asked him. His ears reminded him of another deer, the one infact that had made the very mask he wore.

"Each affect the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one" - Mitch Albom




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His eyes were about to close

His eyes were about to close when a voice spoke up next to him. One eye opened before the other, and he turned to look at the pipsqueek saying hi. "Hello Mystic." He answered with a bow of his head, a small smile on his greyish lips. "My name is Gehirn, and of course you may." The stag spoke, giving the ground a small pat with a large hoof. "I am still not fat enough to hoard the entire sunray, so, you are welcome to hoard it as well." He watched the mask again for a moment, pretty sure indeed that was his daughters handywork. His eyes had not gotten any better at the long distance view, but seeing it closer confirmed his thoughts.
For a moment they sat in silence, before the large stag spoke up again. "Not one for playing with the other kids?" Gehirn questioned, looking at Mystic with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on his features. Now his kids were older, and he didn't expect any more to come, the giant had gotten friendlier to the other children inhabiting the woods. In the past, Mystic might not've recieved such a reception.

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Mystic smiled and nodded his

Mystic smiled and nodded his thanks for allowing him to sit beside the giant, sitting beside him in the sunshine, relaxing as the golden rays hit his young fur warming his body. He knew to be cautions with other deer, especially stags, but he had felt that Gehim wouldn’t turn him away – nor make him frightened. As Mystic had found, he knew a lot of things about a person once they entered his presence, things like there name, gender, a guess to age, but he had found that he could sense if they where dangerous or not know and sometimes who they where related to. But this time he had decided that Gehim must me related to the one who made this mask, his features seemed to back up this theory as well - the long eyebrows and defined body.
Gehim’s question brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at the fawns still playing and dancing, and smiled “I like to play with others but – I guess I’d prefer to talk and learn and watch then to be the one doing it.” Looking at them smiling as they seemed to radiant joy and happiness – glad to have been able to play with them for a while. He looked up at him and wondered if he should ask – to test if the things he sensed where right. “May I ask you a question?”
"Each affect the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one" - Mitch Albom




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The large stag had absolutely

The large stag had absolutely no powers to speak of, no special senses or magic ability. Which was strange, considering all of his kids had quite a bit of just that. He nodded slightly at Mystic's answer, he wouldn't be the first kid like that. "I mostly keep an eye on my own children this way." He answered, though none of his were playing right now. "But that's alright." The stag yawned, his large teeth showing up as a result, before he closed his mouth with a smack. "Apologies. I am undoubtfully lazy today. And a question?" His head turned to the child then, pointed ear turning towards him too. "Sure. I do not see why not, what is on your mind?" Folding a front leg over the other, as the sound of playing in the distance seemed to move off elsewhere. They went all over the forest most of the time.

“Are you related to the one

“Are you related to the one who made this mask?” The fawn asked, taking the mask off to set on the ground in front of him revealing his big grin eyes and gentle face, even some small locks growing on his head – maroon colored. Looking up at him curious as to see if he was right, though he knew inside he was, plus it be interesting – maybe he was her brother. No that didn’t sound right, to old, plus his demeanor says different – no he was her father most likely – tilting his head to the side. The cold air ruffled his brown fur making him shiver, the cold was determine no to leave as spring was drawing near - to much of the deer's dismay - though Mystic found the winter calming.
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At the question he seemed to

At the question he seemed to snicker a little, his eyes focussed on the fawn. "That depends on who made it, doesn't it? I can only assume it was a tall, lanky doe with yellow eyes, and paint all over?" His eyes averted again as he looked into the distance at nothing in paticulair. "If so then yes, I am her father. Why do you want to know?" He wasn't sure where this was going. If it was just curiousity or if something else was playing. Most likely curiousity, it was just a child after all. "Hope she delivered good work." Sure she did. She couldn't do otherwise.

(Aaah! I am sorry I completely forgot about this @_@ My mind is everywhere but where it should be, apologies!)

Mystic couldn’t help but

Mystic couldn’t help but allow the grin on his face appear, so his intuitions where right. Replying back know not trying to seem like he was up to no good, he’d never do that “She did, Verve was her name, she was very nice. Oh, I was just wondering and I was testing something out.” Open about his thoughts and actions, he didn’t hide things from people, he had only found from example that hiding things wasn’t good. Thinking of all the deer that fought over secrets they kept, he had seen many watching from afar.

( No its ok ^^; I’ve been sick so I haven’t got to reply sorry about that)
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Kaikias: Lies down flat his

Kaikias:
Lies down flat his head on the ground looking up to Gehirn. After all. Safety personified. Hardly saying any understandable word. Murmuring without really telling anything. Has no good nor bad explanation where he has been all this time. Has none in fact.

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Bearwatch: Ahh, I should've

Bearwatch: Ahh, I should've left a message but I forgot, I had a hard time replying further actually haha @_@ Not a lot of interesting things for Gehirn to reply to that, but that's okay!

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He was glad to see the stag again. Didn't really care where he had been, or how long he hadn't seen him. They all did this, dissapear. The irish elk was mostly just glad to be recognised upon their return. He threw Kaikias a large smile from underneath the golden mask he wore. "You alright?"
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"Hm." Nodding, closing his

"Hm." Nodding, closing his eyes rather slowly, breathing out and laying his head into the grass.

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"Good." The stag didn't need

"Good." The stag didn't need more words than that. If it even counted as a word. He would keep his once-charge silent company for now.

Ah well maybe I can reply as

Ah well maybe I can reply as if he himself didn't know what to say C: Maybe I can add a little more to it If that's ok?

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As they sat there in silence, he asked after a moment "She - She was your first wasn't she?" The thought coming to him as he answered him looking back up at him - knowing he wouldn't get much more out of his intuitions. He was just learning about them, but there was so many question - what where they? How did he know theses things? But he knew one thing - meeting and talking with people helped him understand. Looking up at him, his ears down in worry that he didn't make the stag wary of him because he never mentioned that to him. He just knew.

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Oh yeah that would help!

Oh yeah that would help! Sorry again honestly, I was trying to think of what to reply and then of course forgot XD

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The irish again turned to look at the child. Not too sure what was up with the questions, or conclusions for that matter. "Yes, she is my first born." He lied. Really no use to tell stories like that to every stranger you met. For a moment he stayed silent, his eyes wandering back to their environment, before turning to the child. "You said you were testing something. I can only imagine that is where the questions are coming from. What are you testing?" Gehirn's knowledge of his offspring? He didn't really understand how any of this could be interesting for the child. If he was trying to figure out if Gehirn had children his age, then that question could've been asked long ago.

No that's ok ^^ Should have

No that's ok ^^ Should have gave more to reply to anyways. Plus we all forget stuff.

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As the stag continued to talk, Mystic's ears started to drag downward, worried he was going to get Gehirn worked up. The older fawn was very worried about seaming to know to much about a person and then that person would get anger, frightened, or territorial. Maybe even protective - if there family was near. "Well, you see, I just know things about other creatures. I know there names before they tell me and sometimes lately who there related to - I'm just not sure how I know just yet. I think it has something to do with my species - but I don't know that either. So I was testing wither my "intuitions" are right." Telling him the truth - as he had always did - looking away from the stag face, worried about his reaction. No one had ever really asked about his questions before. There had been that deer with the feathers and purple fur, Lilitu and Lliu was her, who seemed very tense about his intuitions - hopping the past wouldn't repeat its self. He hadn't been that close to the doe at the time, maybe 4 or 5 feet - but he and the stag where but a foot or more apart. Taking a glace up at him.
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Ah, seemed he was scaring the

Ah, seemed he was scaring the child somewhat. Didn't mean to, of course. He listened as the child spoke of it's ability, tilting his head slightly. "Really? I suppose they were pretty right then. Sounds like an ability with a risk though, and I have a hard time figuring out what a real benefit could be." Maybe if he found someone wounded he'd know who to get for them. At the same time, a lot of blood relation in this forest wasn't family of eachother anymore. "I'd be careful with that." He warned the child. "Family is often a sensitive subject here. I don't think everyone will be happy to have it brought up, or to have someone know more than they would usually allow another to hear." Gehirn tried to explain. He imagined Mystic just wanted to explore this ability. But it could definitly land him trouble. "But it doesn't sound family is all you know of? You know their names too, right?" What else did this kid know, really? "Yeah, I'd really be careful."