He chuckled again "Ahh a pity. Well then I just enjoy the time I have with you alone as much as possible." he slipped a little closer once more. "any time, my ebony angel. though...[i]" his ears fell down. "[i]I fear I have to go now... I really hope we will meet again?"



((argh. i just got to know that i propably won't have any internet the next days... so... sorry about this blunt ending. -.- ))

Ciel is a little hyperactive ball of energy tonight XD

Wasn't it just? I wish I'd gotten some screens. <3
Herla is quite the mother hen. xD

Herla is going to stroke out if the little guy gets under the feet of one more fighting stag. She’s worked herself up into a tizzy worrying about him.

Daah!

B'awww! ♥ Lol, typical overprotective Sorog: looking over his shoulder for intruders constantly! XD


Edit: Rofl! Indeed, Faustt!

Faustt: LOL! I know right?

Uruushou: That’s what I like about this screenie!

ocean: Thank you! She has really surprised me how she has developed, it’s been fun playing her. Hope to meet your deer too!

Motherhood must be killing Herla XD

(Gah, poor Herla! ;_; Dang it Ciel, quit running around when Herla's getting attacked, lol!)

The stag's heart shattered when he heard the pain in Herla's voice. He was being bombarded with so many emotions, but most of all he was enraged and disheartened. He did not think that Sianna would attack her and Ciel...but she did, and now Herla was hurt. It was then he realized she was trembling, and he moved quickly to support her weight by allowing her to rest her neck over his nape. "Shh..." he whispered soothingly, and slowly lowered both of them to the ground. He then curled up around her body and began to carefully lick at the scratches on her side. The corners of his vision were darkened, and he could barely think. He did not know what to say or do other than stay close to her and tend to her wounds.

"I am so sorry, Herla...so sorry," he whispered again, and his voice was actually choked. In a way, he felt that he had failed the doe. He could not protect her as best as he could, and now she was hurt... Letting out a shuddering sigh, he leaned over to give Ciel a reassuring nuzzle before tending to the doe again. His entire body trembled beside hers. "Rest, now...everything will be alright, I promise..." He hoped he was right.

Sorog blinked at the apology; he was not expecting it, especially from one as innocent as Ciel. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head and gently touched his muzzle to Ciel's temple. "You have nothing to be sorry for, little one. Nothing at all," he said softly, although his voice wavered. Shifting his weight, he curled up a little tighter around the two, his large body easily encasing them like a solid wall. It was the most he could do now. He would be there for Herla and Ciel; he would protect them even if he died in the process.

"Thank the Gods you were here..."

A feeling of dread suddenly encompassed the stag. What if he had not been there? What would have happened to them? No...he could not think about it, not now. They were safe, and that was all that mattered. Closing his eyes with a sigh, Sorog placed a chaste kiss upon the shivering doe's cheek. "I will not let anything happen to you or Ciel. I swear to you..." he whispered, and then gazed back at the painfully tiny fawn. He gently sniffed at Ciel's face, his eyes scanning the fawn's body for visible injuries. If Ciel were to be hurt as well... He set his jaw, trying to clear his mind once more. He needed to focus on Herla and Ciel now, not Sianna. Not now...

Daddy...?

A look of shock graced Sorog's weathered face, and he looked down at Ciel in confusion. Daddy... And then, it hit him. A small, stiff smile formed on his lips, and he gave a light chuckle. Ciel's innocence was touching...and at the same time, it concerned Sorog greatly. He was an easy target, especially for deer as ruthless as Sianna. The smile did not fade, but it was grim rather than mirthful. Silently, Sorog gently nuzzled Ciel's cheek, hoping that that was enough to reassure the fawn. He never thought he'd give his life to protect someone in the Forest, but here he was. And he was not regretful at all.

Ok, that's just damn creepy! XD
AWWW! Sorog's having a moment! ^^

Herla took comfort from the stag and the fawn curled up with her. Her heart rate and breathing were starting to slow, as the adrenaline faded, leaving her feeling completely exhausted. Intermittent, trembles and shudders continued to shock through her. As the adrenaline eased out, the pain eased in. The discomfort in her rib became a more incessant throb that spiked with every breath. She breathed more shallowly to ease the pain. She managed a pained smile for the little fawn, “We are alright and we will keep each other safe now.” She laid her head across Sorog’s back, breathing easier with her head up. How she wished to fade off into sleep but the fear of being attacked and the pain in her rib plagued her.

Sorog’s words comforted her, his reassurances, forming the bedrock of her thoughts. Herla’s consciousness was becoming a questionable thing. The breathing was an all consuming effort. In her miasma though she saw the shadow creature that perched so near. “I see you.” she thought. “ I see you there.” she watched it watching them. Her breathing and this creature were her whole world. One breath at a time. One breath at a time.

The shadow, very slightly, inclines its head. It smooths itself out against the boulder upon which all four lay.

I see you, it echoes, pausing. I hear you.

The breathing...the heart...the pulse. Its focus seems to be shifting.

Now the strange shadow creature was saying things in her head. Herla contemplated it. The breathing was so much work. It took a lot of her concentration. But through her fogginess she could hear the shadow. “Quit speaking in my head” she murmured in her thoughts. But why talk to something that wasn’t there? Sorog was here, warm and solid next to her. The fawn safe against her side. She might pass the time talking with shadow. “What do you want anyways, shadow? Figment of my delirium.”

Ice-cold...pulse...terror...voices...

I am going mad, Sorog thought to himself almost nonchalantly as he continued to lay frozen in place. Another whisper...but he could not make out the words. And then, it was as if he were laying atop a sheet of ice. The ground beneath him was suddenly frozen, and yet burning hot. He wanted to shout, wanted to take Herla and Ciel away...but he could not move. He was helpless, his eyes wide and terrified. Please do not hurt them...please...

Suddenly, Herla's voice reached him, and almost instantly the burning went away. He was still frozen, still terrified, but was no longer in pain. She was here...she was safe. "Herla...what is happening?", he thought, hoping that he didn't sound too panicked. He was so confused...he had never felt such a terrible or helpless sensation before. If she could hear him, it would put him at least a little bit at ease.

Sorog was a bright heat next to her, she clung to the fire. He always burned so hot. Things that burned so ferociously went out faster. She consoled the fire. Attempted to temper it. “Shhh…shhh” she murmured. She breathed. Her heart beat. It seemed like an eternity between breaths. Each one would hurt. But the times between. She smiled.

Unconsciousness washed over her.

((Both Herla and Ciel lost their pelts? And did you guys see that weird light that was over us? O.O))

((WTF?!?!))

((Is it still at the oak?))

((Very weird! I wonder if it was a deer that just wasn’t showing up or something? The glow kind of looks like the glow that is around a deer’s face when they pray at the idol. Hmmm, and why did Ciel’s and Herla’s coat go to the default pelt? More strangeness. Ack, but way past my bedtime. Goodnight!))

[[ Actually guys that is not a Glitch, that is one of the Gods in one of their alternate forms. I'm not sure why your pelts magically would poof however but I know for a fact that that particular little light bubble is generally one of the gods when they are not in their deer forms. They did that in one of the Abios I was in *nods*

Poor Herla doesn't seem to have any luck lately *gives her snuggles* ]]

"Take it easy, little Herla...", Thriae said as she sat next to her, taking it upon herself to protect the little injured one.

Dinamo: Thriae was very sweet.

Rhad: Thanks!