No need to be afraid? She would have laughed if she hadn’t been so frightened. She didn’t relax, not at all when he slumped to the ground. He’d come for healing it seemed, seeing now the oozing black wound on his side, her ears fell back against her neck. He was rambling now but she found she could barely listen, thinking mostly on how she might escape, maybe he was injured enough that she could run away, even slower than she normally was, she thought she could probably outrun him. She looked into her pantry. She had highly concentrated poppy seed oil too. Enough maybe to knock him out. Could escape then easier as well. She’d resorted to it before with Sorog. Worked good. Would have to get close enough to give it to him though. The thought made her shudder.

“More fights with ghosts then?” she asked peering from around the tree, “Probably should go soak those wounds in the pond. And stop running all over the forest frightening me and my children, might heal faster then.” her scarlet eyes where narrowed and hard.

She jumped at his snort. Couldn’t help herself. A deep seated reaction to any quick movement from him at all. Not asking for much, just come closer so I can eat you little doe, yeah, she knew how those stories went. She looked at the poppy oil. She could throw it at him? Tell him it was good strong medicine and would cure all his ills? Her ears flattened. Ah but her ethics truly wouldn’t allow her to do something like that, to lie about a medicine or to seek to deceive with it. She’d done that to Sorog, sedated him so she could escape, but only AFTER treating his wounds . Darn ethics. But her reputation as a medicine doe hinged on upholding her morals. She didn’t like Nightmare, would not be heartbroken if he did indeed bleed forever. But he was asking for help and he was injured. And there where things she could do. She fidgeted now, uncomfortable in every manner with the situation.

“Alright. I’m coming over. You try anything. Anything at all, so much as sneeze…and I’m gone. Understand?”

The doe kept an eye on him, pulling some supplies from her apothecary and pantry. Her head came up and looked at him squarely though with narrowed eyes when he said he would keep away from her family, “You won’t go near my sons, follow them, chase them, do anything at all to frighten them, “ it was part question, part…demand, lips pursed in determination. Finding all that she needed she approached warily, eyes glued to him, even as she set out her supplies around him. Eyes flickering to his as she peered closer at his oozing wound, the black blood making her shudder. Time was when the Black Magic would have called to her if she’d come too close to the blood of Nightmare. She’d mastered that now though, White Magic keeping her strong against it. “This is going to hurt,” she said without preamble, he knew the routine, no doubt he knew what to expect. “It will sting at first, but then it should start to go numb,” she warned as she began applying the poultices laden with numb root, packing them in to still the bleeding and ward against infection. “And this will make you sleep, help with pain…perhaps keep the ghost away,” the poppy seed oil now, set before him, sealed in the bladder of a squirrel. Small but it would pack a punch, perhaps even lay this large beast out. Better for every one.

(And gah my writing is plummeting, I’m tiiiiiired. )

Gah! You ain't the boss of me! *passes out*

Oh alright, all ganging up on me telling me to go to bed. *shuffles off*

Goodnight <3

That's.. Creepy.. ;_;

080731140586: Um…Alright >.>

Misako: LMAO

Graveyard:
(Nah, don’t worry, I was going to be up anyways, no way around that, so don’t blame yourself!)

The doe worked expertly and quickly and soon she had all the wounds packed. She let out a snort of her own when he gave her reassurances about not coming near her family, her gaze was still hard and she perhaps pushed on a poultice a bit harder than she needed too, “I recall not that long ago, you proclaimed you’d chase them if you so desired,” she muttered before backing away on dainty hooves from him again, retreating to a better distance for a quick retreat if needed, and not wishing to stand closer to him than necessary.


He’d sniffed at her bladder of poppy seed oil and she snorted again, “Take it or no, it’s up to you. I never claimed to be an expert on ghost. It will certainly make you sleep though. I’m done. You can leave now,” she invited sternly, standing tall and firm, her feathers spread, demeanor full of queenly command. She hoped her bravado would encourage him to depart. She wasn’t interested in helping the beast with his ghost real or imagined.

Quadda never mince ways to go certain places on purpose. This time, however, had to go straight. She was shaking, she was uncertain, yet believed the idea that her friend recommended her and that she still drove forward. She slowly gathered strength and moved forward now that they had the courage, which she returned with her strength, she had to make a decisive step. Talk...

The closer, however, was Herla, the more she shrank her courage and she felt like an autumn tree, from which disappears with every wind blow the leaves... She almost stopped ten meters from Herla, and while she silently watched closer than a little bit. "Herla..? We'll have to really talk..." spoke to her softly-sounding voice that was supposed to Herla noted her presence. Quadda tried to keep relaxed. She do not like starting a conversation first, but if it did, none would ever have taken place... She swallowed and expected response.

"I do not know, but it just says so, if you know how to start normally..." Quadda looked at it and hesitated. Felt that this was a very bad time to talk. She swallowed. "I'm just... well... I... I think it will come sometime later... You look terrible... I bring you something?" she asked. Her voice was sincere, just had something similar in her eyes. She began to worry that her presence Herla only do harm. She felt that the answer is not so changed. "Lie down and rest." she said softly, when she turned to leave. Hung her head in subordinate gesture, as well as tail and instead walked into the twilight in the woods. However, she was willing to stop if after something like Herla.

Quadda stopped just long enough to hear it. When stopped, only her head and turned to her ears. "Good night." finally added in a whisper when she broke away and finally disappeared in the woods.

"Herla." said the voice was familiar. Recently there was one, now returned. This time did not go reluctantly, but had a decisive step and live hard, bright eyes directed straight to Herla. Despite her decision stood a few meters from Herla. She stood relaxed, with no significant tendency to run. "Why are you running? Run away from younger, more stupid doe?" began with a fine, maybe a little amused smile, and then lifted her head and pricked her ears looked around. "Everybody expected that to swing wide to stop this crazy theater, but it seems I have to do it. I want to really talk about us..."

"Just run it." she said. Herla cold it definitely intimidated. Saw no reason to flinch when they came and then just hung her head. "I just... well... I wanted to apologize if I've previously done something wrong..." dropped out of it. Despite the fact that Herla was a little smaller than she had concerns about each step that makes a doe. She took a lot of experience and especially learn about 'hooves' does that she once almost deprived the eye. But, as it seemed Quadda had to undergo a "change" because everything on it was different. Without scars. "I miss you and the others. I do not want you to walk around on tiptoe constantly in fear that I do not know if I think someone from you, or if it will be somewhere for me to say something again. You're for me was always as a... mother. But I doubt strongly that you had ever noticed..."

Quadda while still holding her head bowed, as if plunged complete despair. But when they heard the last sentence, head back up. According to the shaking and probably destroying wild blinking back tears. Ears the tip gently arched and Quadda smiled sweetly. It may seem that its feathers very faintly shone and then faded quickly. Just stood and looked on with peculiar calm Herla, who suddenly engulfed her whole body. "Thank you." whispered to her and she humbly bowed, very deep. When she straightened up, she decided to go away. Her soul had a little bit quiet. But then she stopped and looked at her and smiled. I have to say something, but for now she said it would be better to remain silent and slowly, almost on tiptoe, faded away into the forest.

You go girl! xD

lol rikkachan.

Thanks for the track Akio111.


Updated a few things here, added some overdue relationships and updated the art galleries. This bio is still in need of a massive overhaul. Someday I'll do that.

Yes Jinxyness, you can. My MSN is listed above for just that reason ladysighthound (at) yahoo dot com

It's possible I may need to add you as well though for it to go through. MSN is derpy that way.

You, but it seems to me that you take it personally. Herla responds poorly to all my characters - they have something against me or what?

Excuses that do not accept that a predator - she only eats insects and fish, is also injured newborn...

It has a nearly empty mouth, is much smaller than Johan (or was it Leto?) (after all, she goes head up the abdomen). XD

So this is my right to see the behavior of the characters very illogical...
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Otherwise, sorry, I have a lot of bad mood (and blows up everything unpleasant, unfortunately, I know ...). So I'd rather keep quiet... XD

Wi:
I know that I am driving it too, just me in this mood comes highly illogical and I take it personally, see above (ala the repeat).

I understand, I think the first time my fawn got attacked I was angry myself- but then I just understood that it was all IC.
I hope you feel better, if you want to vent to me my email is .

/stops spamming Herla's bio

Wire:
Haha oh was that you! Gehirn's been a bit iffy about mini fawns, they tend to sneak into his family in his eyes. And I think yours wore a skull mask too? He's so racist SORRY HAHA no he isn't but yeah. Looks matter. If you ever feel bad/annoyed at what he does though feel free to shoot me an email, as long as you're not threatening me I'm nice too.XD

Ah Rhhya it's ok to have a bad mood, but you are acting a bit odd right now? I always thought you were very IC, I mean you even told someone else THEIR deer made yours miscarry, even though they never wanted that role. Even if they asked you "please don't do this", you'd still tell them that was your character. But Herla can't say no to your mini predator? You have to keep in mind when playing "villains"(even if they're a baby! We all start somewhere!) that you are not going to get positive interactions all the time. There will be deer who judge by look, scent, habit. You know that too! Who doesn't do it in real life?
And if Herla doesn't think her children are big enough to judge that, then she doesn't think they're big enough XD

@Misako: Yep, that was me! I totally undersatnd Gerhin, hehe, Blue was even planning to play a trick on him, so watch out~ he took it kinda as a game. XD
Don't worry, I understand that the actions weren't against me. It's not like Blue is Gerhin's worst enemy anyway. Maybe they'll get along when he is older. ^^
skulls are freakin' scary

And I agree with what you said, Rhhya you are starting to act quite irrational...

I think I understand much better (maybe it is better to me and themselves).

The family problems and so can not even, rather on the fact that July is for me one of the saddest month of the year. :/ Attached to the fact that a particular "stories", so I often can not believe no one, blah blah (skip).

When I have chosen it but really, it's actually good that no one goes on my hand and no one does what they say. It's good. I would think about it then and then I got used to whistle and you just danced... Although there is something like changing and I am thrilled when something happens to me, but mostly (if it happens that I think is...), then you say I wish it was in them. When I get something I want then I do not know what to do. I'm fighting for something, a little trying. I am even more excited... I think. I has never not do it, what someone pushing me and trying to catch me there by force... So it is good if no one does what he tells the second and firmly stands by his work (this applies to me?).

I always need a moment's peace, time for me to sit one in the head, something to distract me and I feel better now (in this case it was drawing and relax in this well ahead, this time... The Simpsons do not know why, but they yellow characters I only glossed over with the 23 series... )

This bio is absolutely gorgeous, dear.
My doe Ursula has seen you and Gehirn a couple of times in the forest
A track for you
(So sorry for double posting, I accidently pressed Save twice so I changed the first post into a heart)

Nettlebrier : Thank you! It’s in need of an overhaul as usual. XD I think I’ve seen Ursula a few times as well. ^^

080731140586: Hey thanks, but I must say I’m confused. If what had been explained to you again? O.o And how are other deer forcing you away from your character’s personality?