He could feel every shiver against his skin, and instinctively he curled a little tighter around her, drawing her close. The daemon couldn't remember the last time he had comforted another creature this much...not that he would choose not to, but because of his lack of interaction with any being. His protective instincts were strong, as he had begun to develop a fondness for the little doe as well as Ciel and other deer as small and defenseless as them.

An ear twitched as she spoke, and he regarded her with ebony eyes. They bore a stark contrast to his pale face. "There is no need to thank me, and no need to apologize," the daemon replied quietly, a small smile forming. That was a rarity in itself. "You were frightened, and you wished to be protected. Safe. It is perfectly natural of you to do what you did. Nothing bad had come of it, but if it had I would have done what I could to keep you and Ciel safe," he continued earnestly, the tip of his tail shifting lazily over his forepaws.

His brow knit slightly when he noticed the dazed, almost glazed look in her eyes. "Come," he said softly, rising to his feet and gently helping her up as well. "Let us go to the oak tree. It is foolish to sit out here in the damp cold while you are ill. You will be warmer there." He tilted his head and pawed gently at the earth, that small smile returning.

(I have as well! I haven't RPd Kage in general in a couple of years, so I will adore any opportunity I get to do so. ♥ )

((Well Kagekaze certainly seems to be getting a work out tonight! That's great. I love this character. ^_^ ))

He was reassuring her she realized through her haze. Kind. So kind. She felt sure in her judgment of him. The children flocked to him and she found herself resting easy whenever he was about. He had been nothing but gentle and patient with them. And now with her. He was a trustworthy creature despite his predatory appearance, of this she was now certain.

He was urging her up now, wanted to take her some place warmer. Out of the cold. Yes. She wanted that. She got shakily to her feet and followed him, stumbling only a little as she followed. They reached the oak and she collapsed to the ground inelegantly in a heap of coughing and ruffled feathers. They were puffed out in a fruitless attempt to keep her warm like a sick bird. “Thank you,” she found herself repeating not for the first time.

She’d dozed off then, until Nightmare returned. He’d come through the entrance of the Old Oak, and through her haze she wasn’t certain if it was real or not. Kage had stood and lowered his antlers to the beast, she’d shirked back, plastering herself against the back of the cave like tree behind him, hiding her head, and willing the beast away. When she opened her eyes, he was gone and a pile of greenery now lay at the entrance. She gave Kagekaze a questioning look with her glazed eyes before crawling back next to him again.

((Torturer: ah, Herla adores Sho and would care for him again in a heart beat. She's been running herself ragged though and the cold weather just pushed her over the edge. One of the pitfalls of running a nursery/sick house. XD))

Sorry about Sorrel tackle-glomping Herla while she's sleeping at the moment. She's fairly upset so is firmly ignoring everyone else in the tree xD <3

Poor thing :c I don't remember the last time a character got sick xD
And she's going through a bit of a stage atm, over Yew, her lost fawn. Would you like to rp with her? Perhaps seperately from the current one? Up to you, I don't mind.

The frown returned to Kage's features at Herla's muttered words. Clearly she was more ill than he thought, and this worried him. His eyes then settled on the poultices, and reaching out with one large forepaw he dragged the small pile closer. Their smell was pleasant and tingling; if anything, their scent could help further soothe the doe. With a gentle sigh, the daemon carefully shifted his weight as she dozed off, drawing her close to his belly. He would look down at her for a moment, pondering, before returning his gaze to the outside world once more, his ears tipped forward and his eyes focused. Sleep would not befall him tonight.

(You don't have to reply at this point, since Herla is already asleep. I will be heading off to bed soon m'self as well.)

Rabbit came across Herla while she was sleeping in the oak. Was nice to have someone to curl up next to in the fog, but I think he'll pass on the flu. ;D

Fikos stiffled a sob as she realized that again, Herla might not recognize her. She had been gone for quite a while. When the doe showed no signs of rememberance, Fik lost it. She yelled angrily at the feathered doe sitting beside her, and tore the ground up beneath her before charging away in tears. When the stag herded her back, she apologized, but still held doubt about the friendship she once had. Could Herla really had forgotten her? Just because she looked different?


[[p.s. Her bio has a little more info on it.]]