| Rook |

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Rook's pictogram: 2ndChance



Probably going to be a lazy lump. Probably going to hang around to socialize.
Maaaaay flirt a bit because... why not? May also bug the competitors/challengers
if the mood strikes him but likely to just be in good humor and jest.
Not planning on making himself to be too much of a pest.


Black and white, back and forth, dark and light. Forever fluctuating between two shades of one soul. Unstable mind hidden beneath a cool exterior. The Chariot, the Monarch Runner. The Castle, The Crumbling Ruin. The Rook.
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Bishop #
Eraline #
Crystal Child #
+++ Averell # +++ Maggot #
+++ Pagan #
+ Kozan #
+ The Black Swan #
+ Mikael #
+ Rosaïwira #
+ Acobol #
? Hikari #
- Morikiah #














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shaku's picture

>> ♥

>> ♥

So perfect. Love this.

So perfect. Love this.
Sleepything's picture

eee i love these boys

eee i love these boys ♥

adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
Mr.Sanguine's picture

Tracking this as wellll~

Tracking this as wellll~
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Tracking, now that they're

Tracking, now that they're acquainted.
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Everyone - Thank you.

Everyone - Thank you. <3

Pumpkinseed - They have been acquainted before as fawns. Though you and Eraline obviously do not recall. He is happy to sit with her either way. :3
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Actually, I was reminded of

Actually, I was reminded of this by Bishop's player and I immediately remembered the exact day they met at the playground and he kept following her around. She enjoyed that. If she seemed a bit standoffish before it is only because she didn't want to be a part of a harem, and she taken aback by how similar Bish and Rook are.

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That is fine. Understandable.

That is fine. Understandable. :3

/chugs on through

/chugs on through
<3
<:
Norwegiandoll's picture

My apologies for disappearing

My apologies for disappearing like that! I was appearing as a fawn to my friend, so I'm attempting to fix it haha.
Side account to Mr.Sanguine.
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Selruil - Thank

Selruil - Thank you!

Norwegiandoll - That's ok. I figured your game crashed or something. X)

I've been looking at this,

I've been looking at this, but haven't tracked it. I'm so smart.
c: hello.
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Ammy - Hello. C: I actually

Ammy - Hello. C:
I actually got your deer's pictogram mixed up with someone else's the other day. XD

Oh, that's fine c: I get

Oh, that's fine c:
I get Bishop and Rook confused constantly, so I check the map. Every single time. > >
I'm curious as to who you mixed it up with, because I'm curious. Always. |D
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Ammy - Haha They're meant to

Ammy - Haha They're meant to be hard to separate. :3 And it was Shineri.

Oh, of course. A very good

Oh, of course. A very good job at that, indeed!
I think the same part glitches in their pictograms, leaving just the star and cross. I'm not sure, though.
And I see! That's happened before, and I can see how. XD
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I'm sad I keep missing Rook

I'm sad I keep missing Rook in-game. I can't always be on at the same time you are. It would be nice to have them interact more - but I'm sure they'll come across each other again soon. Smiling
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Tracking this SO hard!

Tracking this SO hard!

Why didn't I track this? ;;

Why didn't I track this? ;;

&hearts;

Lynetta's picture

Tracking~

Tracking~
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"You and your brother...too

"You and your brother...too much alike."

She hadn't noticed it before, until now. Still, her voice is soft, apologetic. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
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The young stag looked down on

The young stag looked down on her, his pupils touching the bottom rim of his mask, where normally she was held high in his eyes. Earlier in the night his mood was cheery and bright, his hooves light as they danced across the forest floor in his speedy games. He nearly glowed with his excitement and joy. Now however he seemed so dark his flashy pelt hardly shone in the night. It almost seemed physical as it was internal.
A rush of air escaped his nostrils as she spoke to him and he turned his eyes from her.
"No one ever means for it to happen. No one ever means to bring the dark. Eyes stray and hearts are fickle. I do not expect you to be any different."
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His words confuse her, and

His words confuse her, and maybe it shows in the way her eyes narrow and her ears fall back against her head. She hears an implication that does not resonate - it's familiar, the same thing Bishop had implied once. But it's the other thing he says that hurts her the most. No one means to bring the dark. It is the thing she has always feared, always felt about herself. With her father, whom she casted the shadow over. Bishop, too, once or twice. Darcy, always. And now, the friend that she had once played with as a fawn, who had kept by her side that day at the Drinkplaats.

Who'd turned himself into a squirrel to make her laugh. She had hoped that they could play like that again today too.

The young doe turns her eyes from him, directs her gaze to the poppy field in the distance. "You are insinuating things that I can tell you with confidence are not the case." finally, she looks at him again, studies what little of his face he can see beyond the mask. Flashes of fur around his eyes. "Are we friends, Buck Rook, or am I missing something?"
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"And what do you believe I am

"And what do you believe I am insinuating?"
The question was given without him looking back to her. His head was held high, his eyes off beyond the physical. He surely seemed a shadow of a brighter self with such condescending behavior.

"I am not sure," he admits as he finally returns his gaze upon her. "What exactly does friendship mean? Joy, laughter, games? These we have had. Understanding? Loyalty? Not even my brother understands. Nor do I have his complete loyalty, unlike him who has mine."
Ah, yes, he has seen the two of them playing. His fawnhood friend and his identical twin. She may have never seen the twins together. His brother may have never seen Rook with Eraline. Was that coincidence or Rook's choice?
"What does it mean to you? Friendship."
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She leaves his question

She leaves his question hanging in the space between them, spitefully perhaps. She is not a fool, she will not allow herself to be baited into this game. Too proud, despite her often desperate attempts to please those around her. Too proud to allow this young stag to pull her toward total exposure. Eraline thinks about how quickly he had run today when they'd played, how she'd lost him in the birch, and feels a bit of that distance growing between them even now, though they are not moving. Nothing but their words. The young doe lifts her head higher, straightens up, allows him his condescension without any attempt to draw his attention back. That would mean she'd lost, wouldn't it?

His next words seep into the darkest crevices of her mind, slow like thick molasses. It frightens her how he seems to know about all the things that have been haunting her lately. Friendship. What is it indeed? Had she not asked herself this very same question several days before?

"I suppose," she tries, already regretting it. "friendship is a bond. Bonds do not abide by the laws of loyalty and understanding. They simply are. And they are breakable, which is the most frightening thing about them. Perhaps too, it is a sharing of experience. A need to protect. A form of love. Perhaps."

A wry smile ghosts her lips. Something tight and painful. Now the admission, the loss: "But the truth is I do not know myself. Sometimes it is just a feeling that I recognize immediately, no rhyme or reason. Other times it is elusive, and I am friendless, without joy. Whatever it is...whatever it really is, I had thought that at least, you and I were bonded. You being, in essence, my oldest bond aside from those whom I call family."
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His eyes drift away again.

His eyes drift away again. His ears pull back as he fought an invisible hand's crushing grasp upon his chest. As she spoke it only tightens and twists.
You and I were bonded? Oldest bond?
"You forgot me!" He spat as he rose in one motion to his hooves and stared down hard upon her. "And now you only remember my ghost. A shadow in my brother's light! I am not blind, Eraline. A fool, perhaps, but no more then him. There was an emptiness that day. Surprise. Recognition but not of me. It seems age in a bond does not mean strength.
I wonder, Eraline. If you had met me later in life. If you had seen what I would become, would you remember? If I was in my brilliance before you met him would you have embraced my presence and had been shocked to see his face that mirrors my own?
You forgot me like the rest had before you and you will forget me again. You know nothing of elusive bonds, Eraline. You are not forgotten."
"Tch," He jerked his head away from her as he took a step back, ears hugging tight to his skull and eyes squeezed shut. "You would be wise to watch who you next forget, little clover, for others may not be so forgiving as I."
One last look was spared to her but he had nothing more to say after his little outburst nor was he interested in hearing what she had to say about it. He turned away swiftly, hopped over the dead tree that rested beside them and sped off.
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The sudden rise in his voice,

The sudden rise in his voice, the venom in his outburst shakes her to her core. She jerks, her ears falling back again, suddenly heavy and small beneath the intensity in his stare. He says things that strike the chords inside of her, each time a little bell of truth ringing in her ears. It is true, mostly. She had always remembered the little fawn who had kept her company that day. The one who had made her smile, before her life had nearly come crashing down with her father. But when she had seen him that day, him among his well-won herd, she had not found that same fawn from her childhood. She had found something larger, something stronger, something wild - and he had been, for a moment, a reflection of her desire. Of Bishop, the one who made her heart race. The one with whom she danced. But she had remembered, after the haze, after the initial blinding by her feelings. Had latched onto the idea that her friend had returned, that she could now seek him out and, perhaps, turn into a squirrel to make him laugh too.

But he gives her no time to say any of this, and when she sees that he is ready to bolt she does not try to stop him. Left standing behind the log he'd been inhabiting - and she had so casually invaded - she watches him leaves her, hooves thundering, his word echoing again and again in her mind until she can hardly hear anything else. More pain, a heavy weight in her chest. More tears threatening at the rims of her eyes. She dips her head back, does not let them fall. Not here, in his space.

The young doe turns and makes her way to the place she now calls home, though the trek is slow, dream-like. A reawakening of the awareness of the darkness in her own soul. She is toxic.
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Tracking this. :')

Tracking this. :')
Apparanza's picture

Tracking as well C:

Tracking as well C:

By Leuvr
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"No fair! You're way too fast

"No fair! You're way too fast for me."
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There is a mischievious

There is a mischievious sparkle in his eyes as a chuckle bubbles from his vocal cords. "They do not call me The Chariot for nothing, Little Clover. Though there must always be something to pull me forward."

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"The Chariot, huh?" She grins

"The Chariot, huh?" She grins beneath her mask, eyes hard with a playful vengeance. "Just tell me one thing - who's 'they'?" Laughing, she she tosses a bit of dirt in his direction with her antlers and then she is off again.
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Had she even given him a

Had she even given him a chance he would not have been able to give her a direct answer. For who could give a name to shadows and whispers of a long dead past?
Swift and agile he leapt back from the flying dirt. He snorted good naturally before darting after her again.
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It is a while before she can

It is a while before she can find the energy to speak again. It was easy to forget her wounds when they were playing, but now, at rest, she throbs. "What is a 'chariot' anyway?" She asks, not as embarrassed as she thought she might have been. The word is familiar the way the word 'snow' was - as if it comes from a world long since extinct. A past that dances in the back of her mind. On two legs.
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The stag's breathing was


The stag's breathing was slowing, coming to an easy rhythm. It had never really been hard to catch his breath after a good run. He turned his head slightly at an angle to see her through the openings in his mask. Oh, how could one explain the object he saw flash across his mind? An image, a memory.

"Hm... Imagine... A stone. The most round you have ever seen. Flatten it and double it by two... maybe four. Sit them on their edges and place a larger flat stone upon the twins. Imagine vines that connect this to...Mm... Let us say a creature of sorts. Faster then you or I. Let us sit upon the large rock and allow our fast creature pull. The round stones beneath us spin and we move. Swifter then either of us can move our selves thanks to our creature friend."

A slight chuckle escaped him. "Well... I suppose that is the best explanation I can muster."
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It is easier to imagine than

It is easier to imagine than one would think it is. But then, she had been taught to imagine by a father who spent most of his waking hours happy, and dreaming. She closes her eyes and lets the image build up piece by piece. At the end, she is left with a strange contraption that makes her feel like she could go anywhere, perhaps even out of this forest, if only she could ride it. Eyes open again, and she is quiet for a moment, thoughtful.

"And so if you are this...Chariot, what is it pulling you, I wonder."
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He watches her curiously as

He watches her curiously as she silently visualizes what he had tried to describe. An amused smile spreading across his lips as she spoke.

"Oh, it changes. From time to time. ...more often then not. Perhaps a pretty face..." His eyes rove across the mask she wore, tracing the hidden features from memory. A time before she hid them away. "Or my other half when nothing else moves me."
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(;-; screwed up timelines

(;-; screwed up timelines because of in-game weirdness)

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The look he gives her is familiar, and she has to turn away toward the distance so as to not dwell on it. It frightens her, the memory and the implication. She hums softly as she considers his words and cannot fight the grin that makes its way onto her face beneath the mask at the thought of his other half, Bishop, pulling the Monarch Runner by two vines. What a silly thought. "I suppose then that if one helpful creature makes the chariot go fast, then two would make it double. Perhaps it's possible - though I suppose the design would have to change a bit."

She looks at him again and her eyes are soft and kind. His mask, though identical to Bishop's, holds a different weight and presence. They are different, no matter how alike, after all, and she is already beginning to recognize those difference. Most importantly, she has missed her friend. "Come around more often, will you? I'd like to get to a point where I can imagine you as more than a mirage."
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(It happens. : ) His smile

(It happens. : )

His smile turns into something more faint, ghostly even as he responds. Though his tone seems affectionate, teasing it is distant. A slight underlining change that was more then a mood.
"Perhaps a mirage is all I really am. A mirror image. A faint memory. Maybe this is all I will ever be... or wish to be."
Enough of this. He rises to his hooves and with a flash of light and a merry whistle the young doe was no longer green.
"Hm, gold. I think I like the original shade better," he teased playfully.
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(Okay, last post. It was fun

(Okay, last post. It was fun while it lasted. <3)

She is rather fond of gold for many reasons, though not on her, not really. Clashes with the mask and other things. Still, it makes her laugh, and with the instigation of play she is able to push his previous words into the back of her mind, for now, though she feels, knows somewhere in the pit of her, that it will come back to haunt her later. "Well good, because I think I would very much like to see you in it."

She will try to find some color magic, will fail, and then will resort to masks, because it is better this way, fun, to be able to change the face. And anyway, she wants to introduce her friend to her father - wouldn't it be lovely if they could all get to know one another?
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(

(<3 The last time we'll probably get to RP. Hope you don't mind.)


Eraline smells him before she sees him. He has that familiar musk that reminds her of Bishop but isn't. It's something close, but headier. Unrefined and fickle. When she lifts her head from beneath the water he is standing there watching them and she, once nervous and ashamed to be caught under his stare, now stands easily and makes her approach. She bows, and lets the silence of the after fill the space between them. There, a familiar mask. A butterfly. A runner. "It's been a long time." She says finally as she approaches and touches her cheek to his. "A very long time."
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He watches her approach with

He watches her approach with a blank expression. His ears standing at attention, warm colored eyes trained upon her face. She could never know how his chest burned, a sensation loathed and loved. Few could understand such hate for desire. He returned the bow, a few swift, graceful movements. And as she speaks and brushes her cheek to his he presses back with affection before pulling from her touch.
"It seems I can not make myself disappear forever. No mater how hard I try." There is amusement in his tone and yet, somehow there is a dark truth.
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"I used to feel the same."

"I used to feel the same." She says after a moment of consideration. It isn't all that difficult to understand - not for her, not anymore, when she has understood since the day he blew up at her after his conflict with Darcy. She has always known, and when she lifts her eyes to meet the warm color in his again she tries to show him in a look. "But I feel differently now. It's possible to disappear forever, even when you have everything you could ever want. Or think you want."

The doe's gaze sweeps across the hills in the distance, a thoughtful hum and the beginnings of an ache in her chest. She had hoped that he wouldn't come back before she'd gone. This way she wouldn't be reminded of another friendship she would be leaving behind. "I went...with my former grandfather out into the mountains. I thought of you often, and the things you said about the...'chariots.' I tried to look for one but even there, away from this place, there were none." When she turns to him again there is a smile on her face, soft and tired. "You should know that I will always think of chariots, and even now do."

Perhaps, when the moment finally came for her, the one that seemed so close and yet not close enough, but approaching steadily - perhaps then, she will see the chariot. It seems like a thing you would see in transition.
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"If you are remembered you

"If you are remembered you can not forever disappear..." His eyes soften and had his mask not hidden it so would appear his expression. "You are not one easily forgotten, little clover... Eyes may not always see but an ageless memory is never blind."
A smile sweeps across the young stag's lips. She had thought of him often? Somehow it eased the pain in his chest. To be a thought, to instill a memory. If only for a short time.
"You will forget," he spoke quietly, dolefully, assuredly but with an affectionate twist. "Whether today or in years to come. Whether in this life or the next. Memories do not last through eternity but for those who are eternal."
He did not expect her to understand, in a way he was not sure he completely understood. Not in the way he use to, in a time before.
"If I could I would bring you a chariot or build you one of my bones. Then perhaps I could take you into a world of dreams and hide you away in a castle in the clouds. Then perhaps we could remember each other and eternity would not be so harsh for one and elusive for the other."
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His words are beautiful as

His words are beautiful as they always are. This is something she had never seen in Bishop. Rook had a darkness in him that he didn't try to hide when he felt it, but there was also the other side, that wistful, dream-like perception of life that made her imagine things she had never thought to imagine before. Clouds. Castles. What is a castle? She feels the meaning niggling in the back of her mind, somewhere deep and lost. It's there, waiting to be uncovered, perhaps the same way the word 'snow' had been so long ago. That is what makes it easy for her to refute the things he says - because they are always there, waiting to burst into life and color. "I refuse to believe that." She says softly, the surety in her voice made to match his. But there is no real contention in it, only belief, a powerful belief she wants to share with him even if he does not understand it either. "We live and we make memories that pile up forever until we start all over again but they are never lost or forgotten. They just make themselves more difficult to remember. Once you can do that you can remember them all over again. And Rook, I never forgot you and I never will. You are my friend. My quiet, elusive friend that is like a mirage until he shows up again. My friend who is Bishop's brother but also his own body and mind. You are not like a shadow."

She takes a few steps back to put some space between them, glancing over her shoulder at Ciel who is still lounging beneath the water. There is a softness in her face when she looks to him again. A sadness perhaps. Rook makes her regret things she didn't know she could regret. Mostly, though, she regrets not being able to fight at his side in this lifetime. To see him more. Simple things that are now regrets. She will remember these feelings too. "I just thought you should know. Someday we will meet in a world beyond this one and then you can teach me what a 'castle' is."
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Belief. Belief in another.

Belief. Belief in another. Their words, their promises. Had he ever believed words not his own?
"Pretty words, little clover. I like to hear you talk."
For a moment his eyes drift to the stag that Eraline's strayed to. And there sneaks in a faint frown. As her gaze returns so does his meet hers and he wipes it away.
"A world beyond? If this is true... find me then. And perhaps then I can give you what you want and be what you need... Teach you of castles and build you chariots. Perhaps at that time, in that place I will have learned to be more then a mirage and cast my own shadow down instead of wearing it. Would you look for me?"
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"I will look for you,

"I will look for you, Runner." There is no hesitation, no need to think. She tilts her head as she studies him wordlessly for just a few seconds longer. "And I'll be watching, so that I know when to expect you. I'll be listening for when you need an ear. I'll be waiting until that day, and I'll have the tools ready so we can build a new lifetime together. That I promise you." She shakes her head finally and glances down to her chest where her miniature idols had once been. It is a while before she meets his gaze again but when she does her eyes are wet and once again exhausted. "But now I have to tend to what is left of this one. And you have to start living at all."

The doe takes a cautious step forward. There are good memories of Rook embedded inside of her, but there are also bad ones. Ones of him running too quickly away, ones of him refusing. Just refusing. So she is cautious, but not for long, not for the second step or the third. Finally, she touches her cheek to his one more time. "Remember. I'll be listening."
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He sucks in a deep breath as

He sucks in a deep breath as she nears and once again presses cheek to cheek. With eyes closed he murmured a quiet reply.
"It is hard to believe in anything but unreachable desires. I will not hope, Eraline. But I will dream of such a time."
Again he is the first to pull away. Not a rejection but he would choose to be the one to walk away rather then to be the one left behind.
He pauses for a moment as if considering, pure hesitation. He suddenly moves around her, a quick skip and hop to the stream that lay behind. Rook could be seen reaching down beside the water's edge before returning with something between his teeth. He is quick, swift as ever, giving the green doe little chance to pick up on his intentions. He stops beside her and reaches up to tuck the item behind an ear. Again he is off in a bound, leaving without a proper goodbye or bow. Instead leaving her but with a stem and bloom of Myosotis dangling from her ear.
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It's been a pleasure playing

It's been a pleasure playing with you the few times we could manage, even though I still don't know who you are behind this screen name. Thank you for everything.