Haha, yeah, I've decided a new system: if his mask is off, he's calm and doesn't want to start a fight. If the mask is on, well, he's ticked and is gonna lay the smackdown...or at least try! As for Sianna...well, long story short they had a big argument after the incident, and in the end she swore to him that she would never hurt Herla or Ciel again. In fact, she's trying to help make things right between him and Herla, even though Sianna's very presence frightens her. I totally understand, though; poor Herla's both physically and mentally exerted. ;; Sorog will definitely keep his distance; the last thing he'd want to do is give her a heart-attack! XD

Edit: Oh heck yeah, luck page number 13!

Xemi: True story! Some of them where taking their clothes off too, and not the pretty ones! ROTFL.

But yeah, this foreign site has tons of stolen TEF art and they had posted that they were having a beach party. A sudden influx of unregistered deer mobbed the pond whilst we were lounging there.

I was reading those updates and went O_________________o what the hell!? Ahahaha

D'awwwwwwwww Herla, you poor thing *sends Nightmare to give her lotsa cuddles*

Edity Edit~

Verdalas, is that why Walter repeatedly attacked Herla today? I have to admit, I'm confused. A little clarification would be helpful at this point. So I know how to perceive the events of the day.

Herla was as accepting of the shaggy blue monster stag as always. The events that occurred the evening before had scared and frightened her but she didn’t blame Nightmare. Being chased relentlessly by Walter, followed by the attack by the ghost at the playground had sent the little black doe fleeing to her hiding place under the bridge that evening. She knew now that the spirit could not have actually harmed her but at the time, terror had prevented her from any reasonable assessment of the situation. So she had fled as was her instinct. This evening though, she was calmer. And able to recognize the blue monster’s distress and anxiety around her now. She tried to offer comfort, sitting closer and curling into him, she didn’t want to loose his friendship.
“Night…it’s okay.” she tried to soothe. He was confusing her.

She could hear in the distress in the blue beast’s voice. She tried to be brave for him and not let it show how much the spirit had indeed frightened her. She could not imagine being plagued by it all her life like Nighmare had. “She is…horrible.” was all she managed to say, a small shutter escaping her despite herself.
Remarkably though, she had escaped the chaotic evenings events without injury. She had regained her health and was able to rely in her speed and agility to avoid being stampeded. “I’m okay.” she answered honestly.

Sorry, Graveyard. I'm always falling behind with RPs and before I can catch up, in forest events have changed everything again. >.<

I felt like trying screenie editing, and chose Herla and Darcy as my victims. I can give you the unedited version if you would like it.

Here.

I'm glad you like it.

Nestled between Darcy and Ravenflight, the exhausted doe rested among her friends, feeling safe with them near her. The ruins provided some shelter from the rain that had poured ceaselessly from the sky all day, but the doe had yet to dry out, and her feathers where hopelessly plastered down her neck. A sniffle had begun to develop in her nose and she tried to snuggle further into the warm bodies around her. The dark sky and somber weather, driving her mood into further depression over her son’s apparent disowning of her.
Seeing the blue beast approach, she felt comfort that he was there. She lifted her weary head, her eyes still puffy from the crying that had been had that day and gave him a tired smile. Seeing his injuries made it quickly turn into a frown. “You look bedraggled, Night.” she said, a strong note of concern in her voice.

Psst.

Happy birthday.

<3

Nuuuu! It’s not true!

Oh well, I guess it is.

Thanks Lung and Xemi. ^^

Happy birthday! 8D

Now see Herla... that's why you don't go eating those berries! They make your mind loopy XD

Lol so that's the deer I always see. -track-

The little doe had been going through some big changes. Externally she was still the same small feathered doe but inside, huge shifts in perceptions and emotions had been occurring. The last few weeks had been rocked with life changes that set into motion and alteration in her constitution. The near loss of her adopted son and the drastic measures she’d had to take in order to save his life was at the center of it. And she’d been alone in it. She’d had to pull something up in herself that she hadn’t known was there. Her world had changed. She had empowered herself to take care of matters in a way she had never done before. Or never been led to believe she could.

And then there was Darcy. She sat on the edge of the birch watching the monarch pelted stag walk away from her. Again. His own inner demons haunting him in ways she could not understand. Always this would make her feel unsure of herself, she’d blame herself as the reason for his distance, the way he’d always push her away. It would hurt her, tear her apart. But now, as she watched him go, it was with the realization of how little it really had to do with her at all. She was through letting the cruxes that other’s bore, crush her and destroy her.

Always she’d been afraid, unsure, always seeking out somebody else to make her feel safe. Protected. Loved. But in the end, she’d only been buffeted on the tides of their own rocky shores. Ripped apart on their sharp rocks and sucked into the whirlpool of their personal hells. They, all of them where islands un into themselves and Herla had finally taken possession of her own island. She could look out across the waters to the shores of others and not feel bitterness at the separation. When she’d faced the most dire situation of her young life, she’d mustered up all that she had inside and handled it. Alone. She could now look within for solace, for piece of mind. Because in the end, they were all trapped with in their own minds. The revelation was freeing. She had herself. And it was all the strength she needed.

So she watched Darcy walk away, sad for him, but realizing they all had their own demons to fight. And she could not cross to that shore.

When Nightmare approached, it was with distracted attention that she accepted his affectionate nuzzles. She reciprocated, careful to avoid his injuries and encouraged the giant blue beast to sit and rest. She was weary from the day, its weight pressing down on her as the need for sleep started to overcome her. But as he began to speak, her focus was pulled away from sleep, the gravity of his words surprising her back into wakefulness. “I…think I love you… Herla...”
His admission came as a shock. Unexpected. She looked up at him, blinking in surprise. And with some dismay. Here was a friend. A dear friend. A protector. And he was crashing upon her own rocky shore, cutting himself on the sharp cliffs of her island. All of them…islands. So unaware and trapped within their own minds. Here was somebody that she was hurting, about to hurt. Like Sorog. She would loose him. She closed her eyes, her hooves sunk into the sandy shore of her mind and for a moment she could feel ocean wind roaring in her ears. “I shall be forever trapped here.” she thought.

Her scarlet eyes opened and she looked into the blue beast’s face. A face she did not fear and had always held affection for. “Night…I…I’m sorry. I’m not free to be loved. I care for you but it cannot be. Not that way.” she said with dismay, so desperately wishing not to hurt him, to see that pain in his face that she knew would come. “There are things I must do.”

"Missed you too, pretty little doe."

Graveyard:
Relief washed over the doe that the large beast had not responded to her with anger or harsh words. She had prepared herself for it, fully expecting a backlash of some sort. She’d settled to take it with resigned grace. But it didn’t come.
She took a long sighing breath. Friends, loved ones, had already been lost to matters such as these. She was weary of broken relationships and rugs being pulled out from under her.
At his plea that she not leave him alone, she looked at him with new eyes. She didn’t know why she hadn’t seen it before, but he was in such pain. Physical pain yes, but deep emotional pain. Something he had always touted he was incapable of. And Herla as her nature took so much of what was told her at face value. Something that was beginning to change in her too. The beast clearly held deep emotions despite anything he had ever said to the contrary.
“I’ll always be your friend, Night. And help you however I can. That hasn’t changed.” she told him.

Misako:
“Welcome home, the forest is not the same without you in it.”

Uruushou:
I know right? Herla is packing her bags for the convent now. >.<
This is her new theme song:

I love that song, an old favorite. ^^

Herla: "I've got to get my laundry done...sorry." >.>

LADY STOP PUTTING ALL THESE SONGS IN MY HEAD AHHH

:'D

Also, Herla as a nun...oh my god. XD

These screen shots where taken by Shinto. ( Mine didn't turn out, they keep turning out black.)







Obake, Kumiko, Darcy, and Herla as fawns. Big Bunny. And unknown fawn.

Super cute and adorable. ^^

Track <3

Mauvable: That songs addictive, eh? And thanks so much for requesting art of Herla, I appreciate that.

Thanks for the track Tengfei!

KonohaHiiragi, thank you so much again! It’s so pretty!^^