Sterre; Supernova

November 13, 2011 - 3:49am — parrotsnpineapple

NOW

9.9.19
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__RISE. SUPERNOVA. BURN BURN BURN //

CORE

At first meetings, Sterre is a very kind and welcoming deer. But of course, there are plenty more layers to her character than meets the eye, developed from various seminal events within her life. Sterre ultimately is a kind-hearted deer with a warm and peaceful personality. However – there is a small sense of unease at times and she will seem awkward or clumsy or perhaps a bit more quiet than usual. In her youth, these traits were a lot more prevalent as she struggled with the immediate loss of her parents and only knew them through lore and stories. One of the hardest and most frustrating things for Sterre to hear was to be told that she “was just like her mother”. After all, wasn’t Sterre just like herself? Who was the doe called Poltergeist anyways?

Having been raised by several deer within the forest – there are often conflicting views and ideologies that reside within Sterre. Ultimately, she was told to mind all of her p’s and q’s and be an upstanding member of society, but far more wild impulses broil beneath the surface. Having been raised and guided by The Red, a wild and feral sentinel of the forest – she may at times also appear to be quite impulsive or forthright (a complete 180 from a sometimes-shy demeanour). This type of behaviour does not always present itself, but at times Sterre will be quick to anger and speak her mind only to feel regret or anxiety much later. This at times will extend itself into things such as the rut wherein she may carry herself more sensually than usual – or in turn, not stray from the thought of a spar despite her lack of ways to physically defend herself or attack another.

Although the doubt that once occupied her mind has eased with age, there is still a large amount of undealt grief within the doe. Many of those who reared her have long since passed – especially The Red who Sterre watched die a slow, natural death. As well as this, and most obvious, the passing of Wudiin and later, Poltergeist. Neither of the twins had met Wudiin as he had passed long before Poltergeist did. The cause of death of Sterre and Otis’s mother, during childbirth, is a dark burden for the woman to bear. Still, many years later, there is a darkness in her heart as she feels responsible for her mothers passing. Perhaps, in her own time and journey, Sterre will come to terms with these feelings and dark thoughts.

Above all Sterre is a steadfast friend, lover, partner and family. She will do the best she can for those closest, even if at times this may appear as insecurity or clinginess, granted she has loved and lost so many.

LINKS

† Poltergeist Poltergeist passed away not long after the twins birth but has since weaved into both forest legend and the world itself. Poltergeist is heavily associated with the stars as many told Sterre of the events after her birth. Sterre feels a strong sadness and disconnect when others speak of her mother so highly. Sterre longs to meet her one day, almost demands it at times and gets frustrated when the stars glint and shine so brightly but does not see her mother. Of course, one does not always have to see to believe, as Poltergeist is far closer to Sterre then she knows in more ways than one. Her everything. Loves entirely, hates strongly, eternally thankful for. A complex galaxy of emotions. One day Sterre, one day.

† WudiinJust like her mother, Sterre has never met her father. Wudiin passed away long before Poltergeist did - but still is the cause of various negative and positive feelings within the doe. Heavily associated with the moon as he is the moons child. Angry that he is gone and was not there for her mother, or here for Otis and Sterre (An incredibly naive outlook might I add). Sterre longs to meet Wudiin as she has so many questions about her ties and connections to the stars and moon. Whenever Sterre sights the moon between the trees on reflected on the ponds waters, she only hopes it speaks back. Often wonders who the voice is that draws her closer to the ponds waters when the moon dances on the surface.

OtisSterre's one constant companion in her life is her twin brother. Otis is her only blood-family and has a strong bond too. Fiercely protective of her brother, even though he is perfectly capable of defending himself. Loves him for everything he is. Is her best friend. In their youth, they did everything together. Can understand Otis completely and purely without his ability to speak as the pair have an innate bond. Sterre feels incomplete when he is not around - which has been as of late. When together, everything seems brighter and better. On a much deeper level, their celestial origins seem to link them beyond the physical. The pair can enter each others dreams when they are close-by, which Sterre calls Dreamwalking. It is unknown if this power will grow stronger and thus, the distance between them can be increased to do this. Misses him dearly and has not seen Otis for a very long time.

† The RedThe Red Hart immediately stepped into Sterre and Otis's life when they entered the world. The Red was a guardian and father to the twins. To Sterre, even though she felt safe and close to the Red, there was still instances of the stag that were completely wild, unpredictable and untouchable to her, no matter how much she tried. He taught her to trust her instincts and how to connect and read the surroundings to survive. Sterre would also watch in awe as he clashed his crown against many threats and sparring partners and she wished dearly to be as strong and brave as he. As he grew older - she for the first time fully understood mortality. Sterre watched the stag wither and age like the autumn leaves until he was no more. Wonders if he is in the stars too, as well as his tines which spring from the boughs of every great tree.

VerveDaughter to Gehirn and Trees, Verve is Sterre's best friend. Currently missing. The pair have had many adventures both inside and outside the forest and Sterre is much braver, confident and assured because of Verve. Sterre more recently visited a village that Verve often spent time in and was able to help a young hunter who had been lost for many days through her connection and power to the stars which seemed endless in that realm. Thankful for Verve, but worries where she might be. Has it been years? Eons? Weeks? The time between them both Sterre is unable to trace, even though her memory only seems like yesterday. Misses heavily.

IaurdagnireA steadfast sentinel and protector within Sterres life. Looks up to him. Has very fond memories of the Antediluvian in her fawnhood. Has been told of his story and connection to the seasons by Ravenflight on a few occasions. Feels incredibly safe when around. Has not seen as of late but has a feeling he and Ravenflight are doing just fine. Whenever Sterre sees the leaves of autumn fall, she remembers him.

GehirnGehirn was very close to Sterre's mother so a lot of what Sterre understands about Poltergeist is thanks to Gehirn. When she first met him - she did not recognize the stag and was immediately scared by his large and dark appearance. Sooner learnt that he was not all that he seemed. Grew very close to and is like a father to Sterre. Has not seen in a long time, has a feeling he is okay though.

TreesMother figure to Sterre, was there for her in Sterre's formative years. Protected her and nursed her but has not seen since. Worries for occasionally, but the memory seems to become foggier every day. One day she may forget entirely.

HerlaA mentor to Sterre. Grew very close to and was once a mother in law to Sterre as well. Learnt many more feminine behaviors and aspects thanks to Herla. Has not seen in a long time and thinks she may be gone. Has a feeling Herla is doing just fine. Perhaps she is in the fae realm?

RavenflightA guardian and protector of many, but also to Sterre. Saw her occasionally in her youth and would be there whenever she could to protect, warm and talk to. Seems to see less and less of her each day but looks up to the doe. Aspires for her strength and determination. Has been told of many of Ravenflights heroic tales and battles and journeys. Has not seen her in some time but sometimes catches a glimpse of the does glinting feathers.

EphireA distant presence in Sterres life. Remembers him more during her youth. Would often hang out with him and Verve. Often seems to feel a bit more somber and slightly cold in his presence. Hoping to reconnect with.

CielCiel was Sterre's first love. She fell for the young man hard back then. But back then, Sterre was a lot younger. Learnt lots of lessons and made many mistakes too. Often was Jealous of his seemingly close connection to Eraline, his first love (even though she had long since passed). Reflects on it now and thinks perhaps that was a little bit stupid. The good times they had together were amazing and they had gone on many journeys together. Has not seen since.

Leto Was closer to he and his brother, Johan when they were born. She and Ciel would often play with Leto. Watched the young man grow. Has not seen since. Wonders how he is.

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November 13, 2011 - 3:53am — ocean

Track! I really hope to see

Track! I really hope to see her around more, she's awesome.

November 13, 2011 - 4:09am — shimmyshimmy

"*!!"

November 13, 2011 - 4:12am — Kaoori

thatpictureisgorgeous.

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November 13, 2011 - 4:14am — Freyja

Track~

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November 13, 2011 - 4:21am — BRB

lick

*lick*

November 13, 2011 - 4:28am — Fincayra

Glad to see Sterre again.

Glad to see Sterre again. ♥

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November 13, 2011 - 11:06am — Mis

I absolutely love your bios,

I absolutely love your bios, and am insanely jealous of them. ♥

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November 13, 2011 - 11:29am — parrotsnpineapple

@ Ocean: I hope so too. It

@ Ocean: I hope so too. It will be great to get into the swing of things with her!
@ Shimmy: " ♥ "
@ Kaoori: Thankyou <3
@ Freyja: Thanks!
@ Lex: XDD
@ Fin: Thankyou <3 Itll be great for Sterre to meet up with Esll again!
@ Mis: Says the woman who coded them for me ♥
Thankyou maam -tackle-

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November 13, 2011 - 4:45pm — tanyak

Amazing /track

Amazing
/track

November 13, 2011 - 11:11pm — Sighthoundlady

So very lovely, gorgeous bio!

So very lovely, gorgeous bio! <3

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November 14, 2011 - 1:54am — Iaurdagnire

Oh wow! Beautiful picture, I

Oh wow! Beautiful picture, I didn't know she had changed hands. I hope you have fun with her (:

November 14, 2011 - 1:58am — Ourania

Ugh this is so beautiful ;;

Ugh this is so beautiful ;;

I've missed you. ♥

November 16, 2011 - 1:54pm — parrotsnpineapple

Tanyak: Thanks! Jess: Thanyou

Tanyak: Thanks!
Jess: Thanyou <3 I hope Sterre gets to meet Herla sometime. That would be fun

Dag: Thanks brah <3 And yup! She indeed changed hands. You can read more about the actual exchange here. MIS AND I ARE A CREATIVE BUNCH.
Ouri: Thankyou <3

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November 16, 2011 - 9:27pm — Laiia

&hearts;

♥

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Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥

November 16, 2011 - 11:29pm — Hart

I found something! (Ohgod

I found something! (Ohgod look at her chin. My fail perspective back in the days. I REGRET NOTHING)
And this too, but it's not finished. Ohwell still somewhat cute, rofl.

Also yes, Mis here, too lazy to log out, see ya

November 17, 2011 - 2:46am — parrotsnpineapple

Laiia:

Laiia: <33
Misgamer: Yes. I blended your names. Flawless if you ask me.
SDFS I REMEMBER THOSE. Thankyou for linking them to me. Im a little hurrdurr. They are beautiful <3
Also your text like, woke me up on the verge of about to fall asleep. I WANTED TO KILL YOU and text you at 3am but I decided not too. I am glad you like them, and that they arrived safely

HI VEE.
GAME.

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November 19, 2011 - 3:13am — OkamiLugia

I've interacted with this

I've interacted with this character once, and she was so much fun. I was laughing so hard at her instigating 8'D

Way overdue track. She's so beautiful.

November 20, 2011 - 4:24am — Siellby

So I see you've taken over

So I see you've taken over this character. Oisín hasn't seen Sterre in a long time, so hopefully he can see her again soon!

And that picture is absolutely stunning.

November 26, 2011 - 6:17pm — Xemi

This is stunning, omg.

This is stunning, omg. <3
Tracking this so hard. <3

December 3, 2011 - 4:11pm — parrotsnpineapple

Okami: Yes, she is a little

Okami: Yes, she is a little bit fun

Hope to meet your deer again! Thankyou <3
nuevapaz: Yes indeedy~ I hope so too, granted our timezones correlate D8. Thankyou <33
Xemi: ffffftttshhh. Thankyou <3 ;A;

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December 4, 2011 - 4:10pm — Nopje

(No subject)

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December 6, 2011 - 7:45am — Selruil

;u;

;u; <3

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December 6, 2011 - 7:53am — Sham

Really enjoyed the company.

December 27, 2011 - 2:07pm — parrotsnpineapple

Thankyou you two

Thankyou you two <3
Sianna: Yes, as did Sterre!

Updated:
New image. Info. Big updates

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December 27, 2011 - 6:51pm — Sighthoundlady

Oh new art! She looks

Oh new art! She looks lovely! <3

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December 30, 2011 - 7:19am — parrotsnpineapple

Yep

Yep <3
Now I just need to afford some more commissions sdfdsg D8

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January 6, 2012 - 9:55am — Hetrin

Pkdkghfjgf whatdehell I am

Pkdkghfjgf whatdehell I am not following this yet WHY. 8I

This bio is so beautiful. Sterre is so beautiful. <3

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January 31, 2012 - 6:23am — parrotsnpineapple

Thankyou

Thankyou <3

UPDATED: added size and reference sheet. Finally.
Also the add new comment, page views and whatnot seem to have broken.

And then it was fixed.
And then new giftart and background <3

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February 16, 2012 - 2:10pm — Faustt

Why am I not tracking this!?

Why am I not tracking this!? Shame on me ;~;

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February 17, 2012 - 1:50pm — Hetrin

So I am looking at the art

So I am looking at the art you did of Sterre in the creative section, and I am noticing how much your human faces have improved. KEEP IT UP MAN. <3

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February 22, 2012 - 10:55pm — parrotsnpineapple

@ Faustt: NO WORRIES because

@ Faustt: NO WORRIES because now you are ♥
@ Kiwi: PFFFFSHSHHHHHT. Thanks man ;A;

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April 30, 2012 - 1:30am — Dinamo

Hng. &hearts;

Hng. ♥

May 14, 2012 - 1:46am — Mauvable

Track, Euriea had fun with

Track, Euriea had fun with her and everyone yesterday. Hope to see her again. ^-^

May 14, 2012 - 10:38am — parrotsnpineapple

Sterre had lots of fun too.

Sterre had lots of fun too. Glad to have her stop by!

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May 14, 2012 - 7:37pm — Faustt

-foams at the mouth- New art

-foams at the mouth- New art ish amazing!

The serenity of her face, the gentle expression... SQUEEEE! Sterre, you so fine! <3

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May 14, 2012 - 7:38pm — Mis

Oh my god that art. it's even

Oh my god that art. it's even better finished. I'm going to harass you into forever for a version without boxes.

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May 14, 2012 - 7:43pm — Spider

tracking this pretty lady.

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June 3, 2012 - 2:41am — Faustt

He had forgotten why he was

He had forgotten why he was here; he treads the same path from here to eternity. He took these same steps, time and again, walking down the road forever, for his mind had been lost in his purpose here. His ultimate destination, he knew, for it was where the soul rests; for he had been there and returned time after time. As he walked through the saddened hills, passing the dying of time, his goal was far, his destination near, but still he had forgotten why he was here. He had been without purpose since the loss of his mate so many months ago, and even now, the wound seemed fresh. But even with the pain, he was offered but a fleeting glance, a sliver of new hope, new promise. It had come months ago, and had begun as a mere acquaintance... But it was enough. In time, that delicate healing process had begun, and with it, that sliver of new promise had grown to a fluttering of the heart. Closer and closer Ciel drew to it, this second chance. Beneath the tree, resting among the roots, gnarled and grasping, that fleeting glance sat. Upon it's face did his eyes rest, enamored by the delicate curve of the jaw, and gentle features of the face. This stunning creature that had managed to break through his depressive facade, and set alight a fire in his heart. And to it, Ciel spoke,

"Hello Sterre."

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June 3, 2012 - 11:22am — parrotsnpineapple

She had always been a

She had always been a fleeting being; neither here nor there. Sterre’s mind was always active and moving between thoughts and concepts and to say she was a dreamer was certainly an understatement. A seed planted in Sterre’s heart was one to stay there forever, constantly fed by her own racing mind. And whilst one would assume such a mentality was a blessing, it was seen as false. In her dreams she would hurtle across the stellar realms in the body of a star, only taking small glimpses and moments before moving on again. She could feel her body tremble and the mere force of speed almost tearing her apart. She wanted so much to slow down, to stop but couldn’t. Tears formed in her eyes and were just as easily ripped out from the velocity. The breath from her lungs was stolen from the mere force, so she couldn’t even scream help. But then she would suddenly stop and flow silently, gently. She would soak in the magnificence of this particular dark star system, its brooding calm exterior lulling her to calm. Stellar waves flowed over one another and as reality began to merge with dream, she would be roused from her sleep by a familiar sound. ”Hello Sterre.”

Her eyes strained and fluttered open gently, as the blurry forms of light and shadow merged into that brooding calm that stood over her; yes, it made her heart swell. Ciels dark tines stood tall and strong. Her eyes traced his magnificent form and the scars that spoke silently of his past; Sterre read him like a treasured text. She yawned and arched her neck and her voice creaked

”Hey Ciel”

She finally settled and looked up to him, smiling. As far back as Sterre could remember, she had always had difficulty focusing. Her attention was constantly stolen from her and thrown somewhere across the forest and her own ability to maintain company often rendered her with none. It was Ciel who became her anchor and clarity. Space to think. Breathe. Her heart beat deep and fast as he stood over her, emotions wanting to surge forth, but held back simply out of self doubt. Did he ever have his heart, when Eraline had his first?

Her gaze was gentle, calm and compassionate, staring into his own beautiful star-white eyes.

(Bleh. Long day at work means clumsy. So many feels cant even text them HAHAHA)

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June 4, 2012 - 2:16am — Faustt

Love was like an ointment for

Love was like an ointment for a mind sick and weary; it warms up cold and clammy states of depression, soothes and cools the fires of hatred, and serves as a balm for even the most broken of hearts. The exercise of spreading love, to oneself and others, is a perfect massage; to repair and tone up every strand of emotional muscle. It is of little wonder that those who love sleep so well, dream sweet dreams, then wake up fresh after each session. Around him the cicadas call and call, almost pathetically. Even as the twilight begins to sigh its last, bewitching the tall trees. They stand straight, stationary and still. Then, without warning, they toss their branches, and wave their leaves with joy at a passing wind. Burn fire burn; Ciel could see the flames to the sky as the memories raced through his mind. Should he be so open with her? The mere thought of even looking at her face, not to mention sitting with her, her cheek on his shoulder; it made his mouth run dry, sent shivers up his spine. His ears tilted back momentarily, unsure if he was causing her some kind of bother by waking her.

"I'm sorry Sterre, did I wake you?"

He shuffled uncomfortably. It was one of those moments that if he were able, he would scratch awkwardly at the back of his neck. But alas, all he could do is stand there and feel like an absolute fool.

"I can, uh.. leave, if you want to go back to sleep?"

But the question that remained was this; could he actually bring himself to walk away from her? She was such a fragile looking creature, delicate. He would loathe to leave her by herself. What if fate should deal him yet another cruel hand, and take another from him who meant so much? Even now, months since the incident occurred, still he could not help but blame himself for now being there, for not protecting her as a mate should. It had been his duty, his promise to her, and he had failed her. He wasn't willing to let it happen again.

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June 4, 2012 - 11:11am — parrotsnpineapple

Hues of pink and orange

Hues of pink and orange glazed over the forest one final time before the night would break through the sky. This was Sterre’s favourite time of day; a time to watch things flourish into the beauty of dark-time. Sterre’s own stellar markings seemed to shimmer beautifully and the single gold fleck on her shoulder began to glow gently with a small pulse like a heartbeat. The stellar doe grinned to herself and inhaled deep, soaking up the full beauty of twilight, sending her small galaxy fragments into a gentle waltz. Although she always knew secretly, that they seemed to dance and glow that little bit brighter when she was with him.

A gentle breeze washed across the back of her fur, gently teasing at Sterre’s hair and the delicate doe smiled gently. Her eyes relaxingly focused on the delicate little charms that hung in Ciel’s antlers and her heart swelled forth again and in the corners of her mind, she tried to rein back her unruly doubting nature. On the outside she smiled gently, holding back the desire to chuckle at his seemingly startled nature. She uttered a gentle
”Shhhh” and shuffled herself over to make room for Ciel.

”I was having a frightful dream anyways, Im glad you woke me…”

Much like that darky-calm that had slowed her in the dream, Ciel was there. The young doe felt a blanket of calm fall over her, and she breathed gently over the fast beats of her heart;

”I’d…I’d like it if you stayed.”

Sterre looked at the space between her and then up to Ciel, the silver glitters in her eye beginning to reflect the dusky blues of night-fall. Her mind screamed to tell him, her doubt had taken the form of a snarling dog and cornered her heart. Just be near me she thought in desperation.

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June 4, 2012 - 1:07pm — Faustt

What subtle actions bring to

What subtle actions bring to us the illusion of courage, they compel us to believe that whatever is being said or done, is simple bravery, gallantry, anything which requires a strong will and nerves of steel. But with that gentle breeze that toyed silently with the endless locks of her hair, so to did it toy with that blasted fluttering in his chest. His nerves of steel were almost instantly dissolved. He had the will and unfaltering ability to stand before even the largest of enemies in defense of his family. However, when this doe was placed before him, he could almost feel his knees shake. His doubts of being there were soon put at relative ease when she quietly hushed him, almost as one would hush a frightened child. He felt a rush, best described as an inner giddiness, as she invited him to stay. He hesitated for but a moment, not wanting to simply rush over to her, lest he make a fool of himself. Slowly striding forward, he closed the space between them. Dropping to his knees, he let his weight fall beside her, not quite touching.

"So, uh.. what was your dream about?"

He arched his neck slightly, now able to look at her face. Immediately, his own curiosities about her dream were put aside, the glimmer of the twilight hours shining brightly in the depths of her eyes. That clearness, it reflected back to him, caught him transfixed without any indication of letting go.

"Wow..."

He ushered it almost breathlessly. Realizing he was staring, he quickly tore his eyes away, blinking several times, and instead staring at something not so interesting on the ground ahead of him.

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June 5, 2012 - 1:58am — parrotsnpineapple

Sterre felt the warmer

Sterre felt the warmer presence fall down beside her and could sense her heart screaming. This must have been how Otis felt; silenced. Her eyes gently traced his form, the soft oranges, pinks and blues lighting up his magnificent white coat and strong features. His two white eyes always stood out in that sea of dark, so focused, intense. She caught herself staring and darted her eyes elsewhere hoping he did not notice. Although, was it such a crime to admire? In the quiet moment his voice gently lurched out and roused her from her dreaming state. She smiled

"I dreampt I was moving through space like a shooting star...and I couldn't stop. It was so fast that I couldn't...breathe. Her expression turned pained "And I wanted to stop..to focus, to see the beauty and I couldn't...I was not in control." Sterre paused, staring slightly above Ciels head and between his antlers "But then I began to slow down as I approached this dark calm...it felt like..the sea. The great water. It was...so gentle. I could feel myself being lulled by its currents and sound." She inhaled deep Ciels scent, that pang of salty air hitting her senses, she stared into his eyes now.

"And it woke me up and it was still as magnificent as it was the dream."

I just said that? Oh my god I can't believe I said that. Sterre realized what she had said flicked her ears in a nervous fidget. Although she was always quite comfortable flirting with the stag, as she had done many times, for some reason this felt different. Sterre caught Ciel staring at her eyes, and tilted her head in a smile at his "Wow". She smiled and ducked her head under her hair, blushing to herself secretly or not so secretly.

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June 5, 2012 - 2:38am — Faustt

A crooked smile broke across

A crooked smile broke across his lips at her sudden aversion for staring. It was perhaps his favorite of her quirks; that blush that would bound untamed across her cheeks, before she would suddenly look away. His ears, or what was left of his ears, perked up as she began to answer his curiosities about her dream. It consisted of strange imagery, but seemed beautiful all the same. Ciel had always thought of the sea to be of great turbulence, of uncontrolled wrath. The way it broiled and bubbled, frothed about madly, and threatened to swallow and suffocate him. It reminded him greatly of what was occurring within himself. But Sterre seemed to hold a different perspective entirely of what the sea was to her, and the outlook was refreshing. As her eyes turned to him, he felt his brow raise, and he allowed himself to be swallowed in them.

As the young doe seemed to falter under his gaze, turning her head and hiding beneath the canopy of her hair, Ciel blinked, snapping himself from the trance she had put him in. He hesitated for a moment, second guessing himself. Should he be doing this, pushing things this far? Despite the inner conflict, the stag slowly leaned himself closer, willing himself not to falter... not now. He dipped his muzzle beneath the locks of her hair, touching the bridge of his nose to her jaw. Along that jaw line he trailed a line, soon reaching her chin.

He applied a pressure, light, coaxing her to lift her head, to not hide her face from him. For who would not want to gaze upon such a face? He could not tear his eyes away from her, not even if he wanted to. Slowly, ever so slowly, he removed the bridge of his nose from beneath her chin. Never leaving more than an inch or so between them, he tentatively brought his muzzle higher and gingerly touched his lips to hers.

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June 6, 2012 - 3:44pm — parrotsnpineapple

No words were said between

No words were said between them. Each small action echoed out its own meanings and as the doe felt her hair being parted and Ciel’s nose touching her jawline-did her breathing suddenly increase. She closed her eyes, shivering at his touch with her mouth somewhat agape trying to catch up with her soft breath. She could feel his nose trace along her face whilst her heart dared to shoot right out of her chest. Her mouth became dry and her hooves quivered nervously as she suddenly felt her head tilted upwards to reveal her face to him. She was suddenly lost in the gentle caress of the darky calm and she focused on her heartbeat, on her breath. Suddenly, she could feel the warm breath on her lips and nose and in one gentle moment, she felt her lips touch his.

ba boom. Ba boom ba boom.

She inhaled deep, hardly an inch between them and sighed slightly and let her lips rest on his. Her heart screamed out as the snarling dog of self doubt ran away and she let herself go. The doe brought her head closer, nuzzling it under the nape of Ciels chin, tenderly pecking across his neck and close to his ear before bringing her eyes back to his. No words were said, just the sound of their breath and beating of hearts. She let her lips rest close to his, closing her eyes. Should she say something? Did he need to say something for this moment to mean anything? Did it even matter? This was now and it spoke multitudes. She felt for him. ”Don’t leave me. Not now.” her mind uttered with gentle desperation. She moved her body closer so they were touching, letting his warmth comfort her, her head hardly moving away from him.

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June 6, 2012 - 7:50pm — Faustt

That crimson flare, which

That crimson flare, which warms at first sight, but seared the heart with pain. Ciel had felt that sting. Better it is to lose a finger than to sacrifice one's whole life for a sip of honey. If so was the case, then Ciel had lost all of his fingers. That repercussion of self torture from his past, it weighed down heavily on his eyelids, threatening to consume him. After rendezvous, parting follows. And from craving arises woe. When pleasures fade, suffering enters the stage, and with a loud bang and scream, deer do them again. But this... this intimate touch, it blew away all traces of these negative surges. He felt his chest swell as a new air rushed through his lungs. It opened up every negatively charged space in his body, letting a refreshing surge overflow into every crevice. He was stunned when she didn't immediately pull away, instead feverishly placing a blazing trail of brief kisses up his neck and cheek.

Mindful of his antlers, he arched his neck and tilted his chin down, touching his forehead to her own for several moments. His eyes softened immensely, gazing at the gentle curve of her folded legs. He almost dared not move, lest he ruin perhaps the perfect of moments. Lifting his chin, he draped his neck over her spine, just behind her ears. With her neck nestled in the crook beneath his head, holding onto her gently, eyes clenched tightly shut as if he were afraid to let go. He breathed in deeply, his chest swelling before he exhaled with a shudder. His body quivered briefly; many months of chained blame and regrets, self torture and sleepless nights... he could finally let it all go.

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