Updates:
Physical Health: |||||||||| (97%)
Mental Health: |||||||||| (18%)
Predatory Gauge: |||||||||| (mild to high)
Losing progress; falling feral again. Growing hungry, but still excited to see Vita again.
Current thoughts: "....mine..."
Recent Activity: Relaxed in solitude until Sianna came up; began speaking with her, was distracted from forgiving her by Vita's calls. Eventually went to Vita, which spurred Sianna into attacking the mini. Instinctively defended Vita, shielding her from the jealous phoenix-doe until she left. Snuggled Vita and cleaned out the bite from Sianna afterwards. Overjoyed to see her again; cuddled up to her and fell asleep.
Let me begin..
Height: Approx. 2 meters ( 6'7" ) at the shoulder ( 9' to top of head ).
Build:
- Surprisingly lightweight and lithe, long body and neck.
- Long, thin legs, and a sharp, slender muzzle.
- An unkempt mane and tail, resembling that of a horse.
- Antlerless, ungodly tooth structure (all thin, sharp canines.)
- Wingspan approx 11 meters ( 36 ft, 18 ft per wing ) from wingtip to wingtip.
- Extremely long, tapered flight feathers account for this massive span.
See
[Apeldille's Chart] for size reference.
- My name is (XVIII) Eighteen.
- Way, the Betrayer calls me "The Dragon."
- Most simply call me a monster.
- I can not remember how I got here.
- I am a stag, though I have no antlers...
- I speak like this;
#2B3856
- ( Voice: Lord Shen [Kung Fu Panda 2] )
- I can be identified by this
[Pictogram] in the forest, as well as by sight.
- I wear the magpie pelt, key antlers, and skull mask.
- I do not know my age.
- You need not know more.
XVIII is extremely unsocialized and unfamiliar with how to interact with deer inforest. When his predatory drive is low, he tends to be more stable, and appear curious or confused by the behaviour of other deer towards him. He is unlikely to bow, not out of rudeness, but because he was never taught that this was the polite way to greet another. Deer are food to him. When his predatory drive is high, he may obsessively sniff and circle deer, and appear to act aggressively but this is simply out of hunger and instinct, not a personality trait.
-23/06/2011-
You're pathetic, the lot of you. Face me one by one, instead of charging me like a flock of sheep, you disgusting wastes. You're afraid you can't hold your own against me, hm? I've called you weak Honeyfur, because you ARE weak, you can't drive me off without the help of your weakling friends. You're weak now, and you'll always be weak, that won't and will never change. Look at this.. you, with a dragon form, and you're STILL too scared to face me alone! HA!
Ozzie, the one with no experience at all hopes to hold his own against me.. you have no muscle, your antlers aren't hardened for battle, you're not conditioned to this and you will never have the mind of a fighter. Phobos, with power you lack the antlers to use that power properly. What are you going to do, smack me to death? That is.. if you could even reach my shoulder.. tiny little fool.
You're all children, useless, scared little children who hide behind each other to unfairly overpower a truly superior opponent. You think I'm daunted by you? Come at me, one at a time, and I'll gladly put you in your rightful places; six feet under, and nothing but bone.
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.. You're truly disgusting. I'd tear your revolting fawns from your very womb, Honeyfur, out of pity that the rest of the world wouldn't have to suffer the idiocy their parents would surely pass onto them.
-17/06/2011-
I started my hunt tonight, just like usual.. I'm famished. To start things off I.. came across a rabbit by the playground, mmh.. chased and played with it all the way to the pond before I decided to eat it. It was tasty, but a mere appetizer. Then.. then I smelled the same wonderful smell of that owl stag.. on a doe, a small doe, mmh.. she looked so good. I wanted a taste of her.. her blood, if it's anything as sweet as his, it must be incredible.
.. It would have been if not for that damn Guardian, Forsake. He ruined everything.. he kept me from my dinner, and brought two others to defend it. What's wrong with this picture? I am.. STARVING, and I.. no.. I can.. find something else. But I'm too hurt to right now. What am I to do..? I can't graze like them. That Honeyfur.. I hate her most of all. She'll pay for this, with her life.. or with the lives she has yet to bring into this world. Hmph..
Though.. something good did come out of this, I guess. Way.. this little mini whom I intended to make a meal out of earlier came to me afterwards at the pond. He helped clean my wounds, as Herla did, he tended to me, became curious.. why? Well.. he's mine now. I want him.. all to myself. This one is MINE, all mine, I have marked him as my own. Stay away from him, if any of you value your pathetic lives.
Relationships:
♥Vitality: Teacher / Adores (Mineminemine♥)
*Nanetta: Fascinated by / curiousity (I want to see you. Where..?)
+Herla: Ally / trusted (You're as sweet as you are beautiful.)
+Spyrre: Acquaintance / likes (...........?)
+H: Acquaintance / curious of (... What do you want, fuzzball?)
+Evania: Acquaintance / curious of (Hmm.. you seem... nice?)
?Ryuu: Unsure of / slight disdain (I don't trust you.. poke and prod, you do.)
?6: Unsure of (.. Not sure.. stopped me once.. hm.)
?♥Sianna: Lingering affections (......)
-Forsake: Enemy (Wretched fool, you cost me my dinner.. despicable interference!)
-Copolymer: Enemy / Fears (Damn deer.. you're starving me, you foul beast..)
-Soona: Loathed / betrayed by (Come into my sights and I'll spill your blood all over this forest.)
-Sianna: Annoyance (Mind your business and shut your trap.)
-Darcy: Annoyance (You had no place, you damned idiot.)
-Jade: Enemy (Leave her, get away, I'll tear you to shreds.)
~Way: Irritation / ignored (Stay away from me, backstabber. Or I'll eat you.)
Conflict Status
Attack: llllllllllllllllllll
Defense: llllllllllllllllllll
Stamina: llllllllllllllllllll
Speed: llllllllllllllllllll
Dodge: llllllllllllllllllll
Pain Tolerance: llllllllllllllllllll
Technique: llllllllllllllllllll
Will: llllllllllllllllllll
Healing Rate: (godly) +10% per day depending on current day's events. Additional bonuses may be awarded and noted in the physical health section above, such as healing by other deer, etc.
Method: Eighteen is an absolutely monstrous opponent. This beast attacks relentlessly, fueled by hunger and sheer hatred for the forest and its residents, dealing horrific amounts of damage very quickly. One on one, it is near impossible to take this beast down.
He will only fight if cornered, or overwhelmed by too many deer at once in a large group, which is the one and only way to deter him. He stands over nine feet tall at the top of the head, and displays a wingspan stretching thirty-six feet from wingtip to wingtip, accounted for by long, tapered flight feathers. While antlerless, he dons many thin, but sharp and powerful canines, lining the jaws of a skeletal face. This monster can sustain an extremely high amount of injuries, and isn't even mildly affected by pain from wounds during the rush of a fight.
His primary method of attack is to bite onto an opponent, clamp down, and rip and tear until they manage to pull away from him. His hooves and body are secondary; he may pound and slash at his enemies with them, or simply charge into them, sometimes blocking their vision with his wings and then attacking from behind the veil he has created.
His only true weak point is in dodging, when he becomes too wrapped up in offensive tactics to defend himself well. Contrary to popular belief, unless provoked he is non-aggressive around most deer, unless fixated on certain individuals (noted under relations) or his current prey target. He also heals ungodly fast, making him a difficult individual to get down, let alone keep down.
This beast is truly a thing of nightmares.
![[Apeldille's Chart]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/apeldille/hjortstorlekar.png){kind=link}
I've seen you around. Glad
-tracks-
Oh, thankyou ^^ I'm sorry if
You met my Herla, the mini
Oh, that was her! She is very
that was my Alexis that
Oh, hi! Eighteen thinks she
/stalk
Art by Anjali. ♥
Oh hai thur, awesome-looking
/plopsdown
Lol.. thanks guys but I'll be
Secret deer.. right. I couldn't mask my drawing style with a ton of bricks.
tracking~
(No subject)
Oh! btw, it was Alexis he
btw, it was Alexis he meet, not Nanetta
Tracking for this account.
Sorry about the mistake..
uh oh... watching Nane lol I
I figure if she catches wind of him it'll hit her that he was the one that got Flammel.
Unfortunately for Nane.. she
It’s been a long time since
He is, definitely. He hunts
((Ah, Herla does not know
Coming down to the water for a drink to sate her thirst, Herla noticed the slate gray stag across the pond. She recognized him though it had been some time since she’d seen him last. As she approached him, she saw that he was bleeding and had extensive wounds on his neck. He held himself painfully and with exhaustion. Concerned, she came closer, “What happened to you! she asked in alarm, ‘Do you need help?” she looked at him, her face open and full of sincere concern for the battered stag.
( Yes. xD May be quite a
Eighteen was quick to glance around at the small doe; her miniscule stature, her endearing voice, and above all, the lovely fan of feathers she displayed were recognized by him almost instantly. This was Herla, whom he had met once before, but had decided hesitantly to place his trust in. She seemed very sweet, and had approached him with kindness; two aspects he had appreciated greatly, and it had won her a very nice first impression, even if her flirtacious advances had confused him initially. The stag's ears tipped forward curiously, and with a quick shake of his head, he lowered his posture once again.
"I am.. alright," he answered, though hesitantly. "Thank you for your offer but I will be fine. I would.. much rather not speak about this, if it is alright with you? It is.. for my own personal reasons, ones I wish NOT for you to become involved in. It isn't the kind of weight you would well carry on your shoulders," he added, lowering himself down to lay next to her. After so much running, and the rush of predatory drive and adrenaline fading, he felt utterly exhausted. Yet, he was grateful for sweet Herla's company, expressed through brief preening of her feathers in a delicate manner.
( Oh.. and I should apologize in advance, I may have Eighteen moving around a bit following his um.. would-be dinner. xD; )
((No problem! Would you like
When the stag told her he was alright she knew better than to take it at face value. Dipping her head to partially hide her face in her feathers, she peered at him with scarlet eyes, observing him closer. It was obvious to her that he was very injured and in dire straights. He looked terrible. But she understood that most stags where very stoic and did not like to talk about their vulnerabilities, so she kept her tongue. She sat beside him, happy to give her company. She was surprised when he briefly groomed at her feathers in a gentle manner. She looked at him askance, from beneath dark lashes. “It’s a tough forest for stags. Your wounds…they could use tending. I could…help. If you would allow.” she said. The wounds were deep. She worried what would happen if they were not properly cleaned.
((Yeah, Herla is clueless he might be trying to eat a fellow deer! XD))
( Oh, yes, I very do much
Eighteen glanced off to the side as Herla went on speaking, letting his eyes drift shut. His lids felt a thousand times heavier than they should have, and finally, he was able to stretch his neck out and desperately down a few mouthfuls of water from the pond. That alone helped him to relax, having felt beyond parched, and now unable to stifle a relieved sigh. Just minutes earlier when he had tried to quench his thirst, he'd been driven off, but that was no surprise to him. It was expected, considering what he was, and what he had done.
"... Y-yes.. I would.. like that," the stag responded hesitantly, after a few long moments of thought. "I would gratefully accept any assistance you care to offer me." Indeed those gashes were deep, the ones that had been successfully torn through his hide, and showed no signs of slowing their bleeding anytime soon. Lazily, he eased his eyes open a fraction of the way to cast a thankful little look over at the small doe as best he knew how. His stomach felt tight, aching, just as empty as it had been before but feeling much more so now that he'd burned so much energy in an unsuccessful pursuit of a meal.
((No problem! I saw Eighteen
((No problem! I saw Eighteen flitting about after various “prey” XD I’m much too tired for that but I can RP. ^^ ))
Herla was very concerned the way the stag drank water and could hardly keep his eyes open. He was dangerously weak from what she could see. She would have liked to move him into deeper water to help flush the wounds but she was worried what would happen if he collapsed. He was too large for her to support if that happened. He was bleeding so much too. He was swaying where he lay. “I’m sorry…this may hurt a bit,” she warned before gently nudging some of the worst of the wounds. She carefully began to groom the blood soaked fur away from the wounds. She was as careful as she could be. She heard his stomach growling. “We need to get you something to eat too.” she remarked as she worked. “These wounds won’t heal if you’re starved.”
Track!
( Ty HF.
Eighteen shook his head gently, dismissing her apology. There was no need to be sorry, she was only trying to help, and that was significantly more than anyone else had ever done. He was a predator, after all; in their eyes, naturally, he was best seen dead. Then, he wouldn't be a threat to them anymore. But who could blame them? In spite of being part of the natural flow, no one wanted their life to end to satisfy the food chain.
The stag flinched initially, as a stinging sensation lit up around the wounds, ears pinning themselves back. Eighteen's wings lifted, ruffling his feathers in great discomfort as well as moving them out of the way in the process. In spite of their compact side when folded against his back, spread to their full span as this, they were surprisingly broad and thickly feathered. Eventually, he found himself able to relax, laying his head down against the shore and stretching out as the doe continued to work through his blood-soaked fur so delicately. No matter how much it hurt, the thought of someone caring for once.. that was as foreign and unbelievable to him as it was amazing.
I think I'll track this too
The stag was stoic and said
The wings where different. She’d never seen such things on a deer. She herself bore a feather mantle but these were feathered wings and quite impressive. She was careful not to harm them. He said nothing to her. She was used to silence like that from stags, they were often at their most quite when in pain or sick. She wanted to ask him questions but she had no desire to hurt his pride. Such things where everything to a stag. She decided on something more…innocuous to ask. The wings, they intrigued her. “Can you fly?”
( Thanks Wiona lD
Eighteen lifted his head gently as she spoke up once again, having remained dead silent the entire time she was working. A flicker of curiousity lit up in his eyes behind the thick, fatigued glaze that was laced over them. He drew in a deep breath, exhaling a heavy sigh afterwards as he had yet to fully recuperate from becoming so winded. Those stags and does had chased him a long way, all around the forest for hours.
".. I-I don't know," he said simply, easing his eyes shut again with a gentle huff. "I used to be able to.. I guess I haven't tried since I came here, and now obviously wouldn't be a good time to experiment considering.. heh. I feel gravity here, unlike before, I feel.. heavier. I fear what would happen should I try and fail. I suppose a running start on a low hilltop may be alright..?" he pondered, wondering himself now. He'd asked himself the same question before, but never acted on it. His feathers had been burned, and too badly damaged when he'd first arrived here that fateful day. Could they even have healed enough to become capable of something such as flight?
Herla settled next to the
At his comments about his wings, she cocked her head in curiosity. She herself had only ever known the forest, but she knew many deer had come from elsewhere, so this did not surprise her. “It was…lighter there?” she asked, intrigued. How could such a thing be? “Flying sounds wonderful. Perhaps you should wait a bit though before you try throwing yourself off a cliff to test your wings.” she said with a wisp of teasing in her tone. She tempered this with a soft nuzzle to his neck. “Perhaps, when you are better…you could try leaping from the high edge of the pond…that is a much softer fall.”
Eighteen nodded lightly in
Yet, he couldn't stifle the winded laugh that rose from his throat as she spoke again;
"Perhaps you should wait a bit though before you try throwing yourself off a cliff to test your wings.”
"Aye, I agree with you there," the stag hummed, a slight smirk tugging at his unnatural lips running from ear to ear. "Perhaps, though.. anyone who knows what lays in the depths of those waters, even myself, wouldn't be so foolish as to plunge into them. I don't know how well my feathers would fare there, especially if they became wet. They'd drag me down, I don't doubt it," he pondered with a slight frown. That sounded like a horrible way to go. It would be like being put through a shredder. How unpleasant.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he went on.
"Light.. light as a feather, light like you wouldn't believe. It didn't look all that different from here, or.. I have to assume so. But it was more.. vivid, although I saw it mostly from above the canopy, considering. It was beautiful, a different kind of beautiful than this forest. I can't.. remember how I got here, I just remember falling from that higher place." Even Eighteen began to look confused concerning his own ramblings. What had that place been? He hadn't the slightest idea.
Herla felt completely
At his remark about the dangers of the deep waters she looked at him, eyes wide. “I have never seen anything untoward in the waters. I swim in the pond all the time…though I won’t go into the deeper water alone…because I am afraid.” and here she ducked her head in slight embarrassment. "I have been told I'm silly to be worried though.
When he mentioned more the place he had come from, she looked at him in sympathy as he seemed so sad to have left it. She had never known any other home besides the forest and she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave it. He looked confused and upset now, “I’m sorry.’ she said, leaning closer to him and resting her head under his chin in comfort.
"That's because you haven't
Yet, the stag's expression softened as he felt the gentle nudge of her muzzle against the underside of his own. Both sharp ears flicked forward, perking up gratefully as a gentle sigh passed over his lips again. He shouldn't be speaking so brutally, not in front of dear Herla. It would frighten her something fierce.
"... I'm sorry. I'm too blunt, I should know better than to say such things. You're right, most likely, I rarely hear of any incidents occuring around the lake at any time of year so I must be paranoid. Don't think into it too much, alright?" A.. "comforting" smile was offered her way (or as much as he could muster with such a frightful face from behind the long strands of hair making up his forelock) as a means of apology.
Herla’s eyes grew wider as
“I would feel so much safer in the waters if you were near. Your teeth are very sharp!” she said adoringly and nestled against him again. “And when you are better, you can learn to fly again. And tell me how it feels to walk on clouds.” she said looking up at the sky and wondering what it must be like to dance so near the heavens.
Any hints of amusement faded
"Y-yes.. I would like to, very much so, when the time is right. I apologize for frightening you, it wasn't what I wanted, I wanted to warn you, only because you're an important doe to me," The stag mumbled in confusion. It was strange having someone to worry about other than himself; his worries had always been in regards to self-preservation, whether that was running for his life, or chasing his prey to keep himself fed and functioning. Needless to say, he purposely avoided the comment about his.. rather scary dental features.
"I wish I could show you. I will, when I figure out how. If I figure out how.."
Herla let the winged stags
“ You will fly again.” she said encouragingly. “I know it!” She turned and inspected some of his wounds again. Some of them where still bleeding. “But for now, you need to heal. You need to hold still so these can clot. And I need to get you something to eat.” she said, looking around. Perhaps some water weeds?
".. You place a lot of faith
"O-oh..? Nnn-no.. no, please... I feel ill," the stag lied, swallowing uneasily as his nerves began to fray. It didn't matter how good food sounded. He knew certainly that his body would reject any type of grazing material she might offer him, any herbs, leaves, any form of foliage whatsoever and that would both be ugly and unsatisfying. Eighteen clamped his jaws shut, fur bristling slightly.
"Th-thank you.. I'll eat later, but please, not now. I still feel quite sick from.. this," he added in, a quick tilt of his head motioning generically to all of the wounds scattered across his body. He could lie, he could claim that adrenaline was still running rampant, chasing his appetite away. He could lie, and he would lie, all to keep it a secret from her. That was important. She was important.
“Aww, you poor thing! she
Pfffft I thought I was
Ty ~
Gah, sorry I had to go so
... That was fun xD
That was fun xD
It was fun, wasn't it?~
And it's okay <3 I'll torment Honey later, bwahaha!
Hehe, I look forward to it!
The blue-and-white-pelted
Humming thoughtfully to himself, Soona lightly nibbled at the fur behind Eighteen's ear as he dozed, and then preened gently along his neck. "You are an odd one...but then again, so am I. Thank you for your company," the stag spoke softly with a gentle smile.
( Sorry for the late post
SHL: Eighteen continued to look more and more confused, but pleasantly surprised as the mini nuzzled him. Why was she being so kind to him? He'd never been rude to her, but she certainly didn't owe him anything, or have anything compelling her to act this way. That was something that maybe he just didn't understand, and likely never would. The concept of such a selfless act was completely lost to the stag, who only had the makings of another grin tugging at the corners of his mouth anxiously.
"Why? You've done a lot already without me even asking you to," Eighteen responded simply, yet gratefully. "You didn't have to do anything, but you did anyway. I'm feeling a bit better just knowing that my wounds are well cleaned, I'll heal very quickly thanks to you. Th.. thank you."
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Uruu: A good day's rest had healed Eighteen's wounds significantly; too significant for a single sunrise and sunset, one might say, which would have been enough to draw some suspicion. No normal deer could heal so quickly, yet, this one undoubtedly had. To his new acquaintance, however, his recovery would likely be the last thing on his mind. Lazing about contently, the stag's fur bristled pleasantly as his new 'subordinate' groomed through his fur, an unnatural cooing sound rising from his throat as his hueless eyes slid shut.
"Oh.. no.. thank you," Eighteen corrected, tipping his ears forward. This one was much more ideal than the last; a tiny, pitiful mini with nothing but cowardice and betrayal to speak of. Way was nothing like Herla, and nothing like Soona; no, these two were deer he could rely on, deer he could count on. This stag seemed to be the loyal type. He liked the idea of that.
Rolling over onto his stomach a bit more, Eighteen stretched his neck out, thoroughly nuzzling all along Soona's neck and sides before rolling back over again; blatantly scent-marking and rubbing on him whenever he had the chance. As far as he was concerned, this stag was his, and his company, and needed to be known by any other deer who came across him. The winged stag was extremely possessive, and towards Soona, there was no exception.
Soona's gaze shifted to meet
He continued to sit still for a moment, not so sure what to do or say. Finally, he glanced back over to Eighteen and said softly, "I'm sorry...I don't think I've asked for your name. I am Soona." He offered a sheepish smile, feeling a little embarrassed that he hadn't properly introduced himself yet. Perhaps that would help make things less awkward.
To the contrary, Eighteen was
"No, you didn't," Eighteen said simply, tilting his head off to the side as he reached over to nibble at the fur on Soona's shoulder gently. How soft, how smooth.. "But that's okay. I don't have a name to tell you anyway. I have something you can call me, but it's not my name. It's a number between seventeen and nineteen," he teased, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Soona's uneasy disposition went completely unnoticed to the winged stag; he was much too preoccupied, nosing and subtly nudging at this new deer anxiously, oddly excited by the slightest bits of contact. Maybe that was a big reason he enjoyed playing with his food so much before making it into dinner.
The blue-pelted stag blinked
Soona could not help but feel slightly overwhelmed as Eighteen continued to nudge at him and nibble his fur, but he did not protest. The small feeling of unease was still there, but still, Soona remained. He was curious about Eighteen; he wanted to learn more about the odd creature, about what he was and where he came from. And, truly, he had no reason to worry; after all, not everyone in the Forest behaved the same way. That was what made Eighteen so unique.
Despite his uncertainties, Soona felt a warmth grow within him, and with a small sigh he leaned his body against Eighteen's slightly. He needed to relax...he needed to trust again. Perhaps Eighteen could help him with that, if Soona would allow himself to trust Eighteen in return.
( Gonna crash, I'll post
(No worries at all! G'night!