Loser. B|

Hai~ c:

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My characters are boring gaiz. Why are you here. |:

^ What she said.

Sel & Fin;
Pff, if you say so. Thanks you two. c':

Lacie~
I see nothing. ♥
It's good to see you pop in now and again lately, btw.

Thank you, Sir. :'D
Thank you also for the cozy sit earlier, as well.

Mmm ♥
So many things about his design that I like. The lopsided ear and chinstrap beard mostly, but I love the markings and the fact that he is fluffy. Really digging how you did the antlers for the art too.

Ohmy. He is so gorgeous~

Love this so much. ♥

He's so ruggedly handsome. @u@

This guy is amazing. ♥
My Samuel is sitting with him right now.

I'm sorry, I didn't see when he left ;_;

That's okay, Laiia. :3 I had to rush off, so there wasn't a lot of time for me. <3

Thank you so much, Faun. C':

Thank you, Finface. <33
Glad the colors work; the picto, too. Was a little hesitant about it since the other had the nerdy matching thing goin' on, but this one needed to be used. |U

Hn. It's just that I've lost connections/bonds with people/deer here, and these long absences are not helping. I've been alright otherwise, I suppose.

"You choose interesting company," a soft murmur, lilting and refined as though spoken by some noble or other. Though she sounds blue-blooded, her pride extends only so far as retaining her independence and dignity, no more. Green eyes flit to North's, and she extends her comment, "Not with whom we sit right now." Ah, yes. Sianna. Eli. One of which she has become quite close to, the other merely... Frustratingly interesting. She looks away. "I grow fond of Sianna, though even still she is a piece of work. And Eli... Hm. I wonder how you tolerate the two of them in one place."

The doe's narrowed ears turn towards his voice as he initiates a response, thoughts dwelling carefully on his words. His reasoning amuses he greatly, though her black lips only shift into a small smile. "I find Sianna easier to understand," she motions, after the dog-stag notes her own participation in such company, "easier to please. I suppose it wouldn't be off the mark to say I enjoy her attention as well." For so long she has wandered alone. The sudden friendship was a welcome change. "But Eli..." Almost immediately she frowns, perhaps in irritation or perhaps in thought. Even a little bit of both. Considering North's analysis of the blue stag, maybe he would agree with her next statement. Who knows. "He's a whole other story, indeed, to say the least." The black doe sighs, but returns to North's previous words. "You could almost consider me a babysitter. I don't tolerate the nonsense, but at the same time I become a part of it when I feel no one is looking."

Though perceptive, the black doe is hardly a mind reader, and simply chuckles to herself as he does, relatively oblivious to his uneasiness about the subject. Their choice of company could be questionable. Accendare's moreso, perhaps. Though solitary, she often finds herself in dangerous predicaments with those one could call less than welcoming; The Wolf as an example. Sianna's fault, anyways. A wry smile crosses her face as he mentions the nonsensical lifestyle. "I suppose you're right." A sly glint flashes through her green eyes as she looks back to North. "Does Eli give such a dosage of nonsense for you?" Why the sudden interest? It is not sudden, truly. He... Piques her interest. Just as the rest of them do, and yet the blue stag is the one who refuses to tell her anything about, well, anything. It frustrates her. So she goes to another to pick at his secrets- though she feels he probably wouldn't have spoken much else to others. As if to justify the inquiry, the doe adds quietly, "I ask only because he gives me quite the overdose. And I've hardly spoken to him much at all." The annoying bastard.

The tone betrays the phrase that is unspoken, and despite herself Accendare feels slightly riled. Judgmental herself and yet intolerable of being judged, she finds the simple one-word reply as a hand running against the direction of her fur. She shows nothing more than a flat line upon her lips. Quietly she listens to what he has to say, and finds a small amount of amusement in that Eli is just as easily put-off as the lady friends, indeed. She has discovered this in a small argument between themselves recently. Then he asks. The corners of her lips curve into a veiled smile.
"I want many things, no different than anyone else." She has a feeling the indirect answer would lead to an awkward silence or unsatisfied conversation, so she relents and continues. "He says he has a lover." As if to insult the idea, she snorts. "I find it hard to believe. I simply wonder," a pause, a sideways glance towards the dog-stag, "if he always speaks the truth."

Okiedoke (:

The rhetoric of his question disturbs her slightly, if only due to the structure in which it was spoken. It would hint towards a misled conclusion- or perhaps is isn't entirely misled. In that she seems to harbour something more than interest for the blue thing. Hah. Accendare may just be reading too much into a simple statement, as most women do; she goes on listening, brushing her soft nose over the scabbed over wound she'd received days previous, contemplative. "The man forever denied." She nods, still smirking, though there is little mirth in her expression. Rather, something resembling pity takes its place. "I know what it is to be lied to. I am not surprised." Why wouldn't he lie? Not only does it give him a pure exterior, but it allows him to save face from the truth. Accendare continues to think of him as a good man, for now. He has not shown her otherwise. Eli is simply... Much like other stags. "You'd not find me bowing, ser, for the record." A dry chuckle. "And you?" The doe swivels her ears to the side, angling her jawline slightly away from North. Curiously watching in the corner of her eye. "Seems to me you bow more than some does." The note in her voice is melodic, playful. Daring.

His response delivers an expression of surprise upon her face, though she does well at passing it off before it becomes too obvious. With a small amount of effort she pulls a foreleg from beneath her weight and stretches a leg, feigning incredible interest in the fur. "You mean to say he is merely seeking, and he has no idea whom he even seeks?" She did her best to disguise the astonishment in her voice. That placed him with the rest of the whole damn population. Why did he have to make such a stagewrite out of it? She knew the answer before bothering to ask. It's Eli. Though it is not for certain, and merely a theory, it would make sense. His next question catches her off-guard. When he goes on asking about his own caving in, it falls on deaf ears. Green eyes are gazing steadfast into the ground as she tucks her leg back beneath her. Her jaw sets, and the black doe considers this with an even, albeit a bit riled, mind. "You seem worth the truth." A nod, curt. "It feels as though it is not me caving in, but the ground beneath me. Sucking me in." Suddenly, her attitude returns. "It pisses me off." A sharp puff of air escapes her, a frown apparent on her dark features. "I cannot tell you. Not because I refuse, but because I... I am not so sure myself." She looks back at him, remembering he had asked a question but cannot recall the words. Tch. She goes on quietly, "It is too soon after recent... Damage... To ask myself." If one were to ask the doe if she liked the idea of love long ago, she would have gone mushy at the thought. These days, if love were a delicate piece of glass, she would have thrown it to the earth in a rage. Damn it all.

Her eyes flutter closed in thought as the dog stag elaborated on what she had mistakenly understood- and what she heard brought her into a stunned quiet. To enter the forest upon death... She is, of course, no stranger to the many ways the inhabitants have come to be here. She herself was born within this land, and thus finds it unnerving when she learns of the past behind some. "Thank you for the advice, I'll remember it." Mentioning a second love would seem a touchy thing to anyone really. Depends on the... Promiscuity of the one you ask, of course. The silence between them is not uncomfortable, and yet it feels heavy. Likely due to the choice of subject- something she is aware she brought upon them both. He seems untroubled, however. When North speaks, his suggestion triggers a reaction within her; the black doe leaps to her feet, pacing only a few steps away, ears pinned. Though he meant no offense, her honour feels chiseled at. "You take me for a-..." She stops herself, breathing out slowly, so that she does not snap at him when he meant no harm. At least, she thinks he did not. "No. No, it would not do me good." She looks over her shoulder, and then turns, gradually letting go of the offense. "And do, ser North, know that I am not like them." She adores one, is intrigued by the other. But she feels disgust for both in their love games. They are unnamed, because they are her friends, in spite of it all. It bothers her. "I cannot pretend to love something. Nor can I allow something I want to go. I know its consequences. I do not want to know said consequences again."

He dips his head in welcome, but says nothing more until she is suddenly on her feet. "I take you for nothing." He pauses, allows her to speak without interruption. Through it all, he remains calm and watches her without prejudice. When she is finished, he gestures to the ground beside him. "Please, sit down." Another moment is given for her to accept or decline his invitation, but he continues even so. "I do not assume you to be a certain kind of individual or another. Which is exactly why I mentioned it in the first place. Accendare, I call you friend, but I know very little about you or who you are. I do not pretend to. And I do hope you will forgive me any offense I may have caused."
He shifts, settles both front legs, one crossed over the other. All amusement has been set aside. He seems empty for the instant. "Nevertheless, if you are as you say, it may be wise to steel yourself and find stable ground."


Look forward to it, Mauv. >D

When she is settled, the male smiles and bumps his shoulder lightly against his company. A wordless action meant to let her know that she had nothing to worry about and the display was forgotten. Briefly, he offered a smile as well, but his mind had settled on a collected calm and the expression disappeared as he gave himself up to the comfort of a clear mind. "Maybe it is simply that the unstable seek your stability. It's said everything seeks its balance." A soft laugh was ushered forth and was directed at none but himself. Knowing himself as well as he did, his attempt at figurative wisdom was a joke even if his experiences had aged him far beyond his years.
"Don't trouble yourself. I do not ask anything of you and I will not pry an autobiography from your lips. You answer the questions in action and that is more than well enough for me."