Though he spoke back, she continued to refrain from answering; the thought process wasn't complete. He had asked a question, and it was hard work to formulate an answer to it.
But the things he said were maybe a little tempting. Questions. Good questions, too. Ones she had thought about as well...
However. First things first.
Oblivious to his brief inner conflict, hunger, and pain, she finally turned her dead gaze back to him, the dim smile disappearing when she spoke. Easier now to make some form of eye contact, with him facing her in full. "...The feathers just exist. They did not come from anywhere."
Slowly, she rewarded herself with a blink, something she hadn't thought to do through that entire staring spell. "...Like these." A foreleg was lifted up against her chest, the joint over her hoof curving, waving the appendage in a lax, gestural way that scraped the ground. "It came from nothing...nothing at all..." Statue still, the doe remained poised like this, allowing only her pupils to move, now to break from his eyes and inspect the rest of his face...taking time to regard each scar, and -most importantly to her- his goggles. Wondering, in silence. From nothing as well?
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"From nothing eh...?" he said, slowly, almost thoughtful. A quite unusual sound for his voice... how stranger her answers may seem, for him they made some kind of sense. His onwn body, this deer-body, was created from 'nothing' as well. At least that was his only explanation. He knew his, and also his sister's body faded into nothing when they left the forest... and they appeared from nothing.
But wouldn't that mean this doe's mind had their origin elsewhere...? He doubted he would get an answer to this question... "Have... eh... ever seen anything else than these trees... maybe?" his eyes wandered off her face, down her back... and to the sign. "Said ... 'burn'... yes? Is really burn....did it hurt..? Or is that just your name for it, hm?"
((Just saying....neither forest nor msn/trillian works at the moment oTL))
(\oTl okay. Sry j...
Yes, you should go do that...i can't reply another 40 minutes anyway, and i will just crash when i get home too. ,o, go hopefully get some good rest at least.)
(e: wait...could use skype? In the future.)
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Again, she was careful when it came to answering him in order. But- at least she did answer. All too often, questions like these were the sort she would puzzle over in silence, and eventually shrug off. Perhaps even walk away from, without a word. There was no point in answering when there was nothing to gain after all. However...
Sometimes, maybe, answering didn't need so much thought.
Bits of information, and maybe...maybe she could get more interesting things to think about.
And a longer period of time to stare at something that itself was interesting.
"The sea," she replied monotonously, her head tilting the opposite side now, as slow as the hand on a clock. "Some sea, somewhere. Some place that wouldn't matter, to you." If she hadn't said it so blandly, maybe something like that could have been taken offensively. It went for many things she said after all. With a dull 'clap', her hoof that had remained hanging above the ground fell flat to it, and lamely stretched out. Too lazy to fold it up. Or too focused. He -had- asked more than one question after all...
Turning her head to gaze back, she regarded the mark as well. Darker skin, charred. She flexed her leg as if she was unsure how exactly it felt; maybe she did not pay attention to it often... But there was no pain, or not enough to be noticeable. Nerves were dead and gone. "And this...this is a burn. Yes. It hurt." Perhaps a slightly touchy subject- more than the sea, anyway. She looked to him, staring with a sort of almost unnoticeable defiance. No free details, not this time...The reason why came shortly after...
"You have many questions. Nice questions." A pause. "But you should answer as well."
He still hadn't given her a thing. Not even a reply as to where his goggles came from.
'An eye for an eye'.
The stare grew less intense, though. Her words and stubborn attitude were only suggestions, when it came down to it. It was obvious enough he was in bad shape. And even she wasn't so stupid as to push someone in a state of potential pain. If he wouldn't answer her questions this time, so be it. His wounds were a golden ticket; a free pass to get away from her own ever-present reel of things to know.
She could wait.
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((Skype? Bleh. BI i rather try again today... for skype i need a new username first anyways. Too many idiots on that account. ))
His eyes had wandered back to her face, remained ther the whole time. The look in is own face had changed once more, there was still the faint smile, the kind of smile that was present on his lips most of the time, the 'masking' smile. "Sea he? Now that is something... so... it is 'outside' yes?" the smile became the grin again, crooked, distorted from scars.
There was more behind this dull girl. Of course, everyone had his story here, just some where more interesting to him, others less. Some simply bore him out. "So it did hurt yes? Now I wonder, who didit... why...? If that is eeeh... your body yes...? Or if there is more... " more questions... of course. His interest was awoken, and at the moment the path of questions was 'safe' enough. He didn't run danger to step in topics that would pull certain triggers.... yet.
The white let out a chuckle after her last remark, shifted his weight with a silent groan. The scarred foreleg was stretched, hang over the edge of the stone altar now. "So... should I?" was his only reply.
(B|
Stop adding idiots! I have you on my list twice already! xD Aaand it seems msn doesn't work for you again anyway. Could try the online version of trillian.)
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His line of answers, all in the form of questions, still didn't draw irritation from her. There was a reason for that, too, aside from her strange attitude. She knew. Remembered all of it, and answered each question mentally, nodding rhythmically as he spoke them. They were long, winding, detailed answers though. When it came down to it, there were too many. And she, too lax to care.
Needed more prodding. Maybe a slower pace.
It all earned him another faint smile, one that may have betrayed her and let on to her 'knowing' thoughts. In the same sort of way, she shook her head. Slow. "Yes." Careless eyes stared into his lenses, quietly intent on making what little determination she had known. The expression dropped only seconds later, as she begin to find her own position uncomfortable. Following his example, she shifted a bit...flopped heavily right over on her side, stirring up a cloud of dust. Looking a bit like roadkill now, she stared up at the hanging, torn up leg. "...maybe not 'should'. But it would be fair."
The white snorted. "Nothing his fair." he snorted, sounding derogatory. He had always been better to ak questions than answering them. Had to answer too many questions in his life already. Of course, there where times where information slipped through... out of rage.... or in exchange. Very rarely out of free will. At the moment none of the cases where present.
He lifted his head slightly. The doe's head was out of sight now, was just hidden by the edge of the stone. He could lean forward to look down at her...
... he decided against it, put his head down on the stone instead.
Unmoving, she just remained there, staring up at the strangely skinned limb. 'Nothing is fair'...Her mind wandered, of course. Wandered and wandered. The silence was vast.
"Okay."
It made sense. Nothing was simply fair. Faintly, she wondered why this was. Particularly when most everyone wanted things to be fair. More silence, as she had this internal conversation with herself...
Abruptly, she stopped that. If that's how things were, then she could answer his questions without care. Give him a story, if that's what he wanted. She couldn't care less if someone knew, when it came down to it; no weakness to hide, after all.
"Who did the burning is not important. The symbol is. It is a brand." She paused, a moment for thought taken. "Do you know what that is?" During their initial meetings, plenty of note had been taken of his accent. The fairly unused, or misconstrued word seemed like something he may not know or understand when spoken outside whatever his own language was.
"Oh.... for me it is...yes?" he grinned, allthough he knew she may couldn't see it. Of course it was for him... would give more information about her origing... information was always important.
"The symbol... eh.... meaning?" he replied to her last question, perking an ear. Why should he? Looked similar to all those other symbols that where floating around in this place. Though... much more cleaner and easier to read than most of them. He lifted an eyebrow, moved to the edge of the altar, so he could see down on her, frowned. "Circle and arrow." he replied... "...how should I know meaning eh?... maybe...hmm those who did know, yes?" he smirked again.
Ignoring the first remark, she went right into thought again. The way he said that was enough, and needed no explanation or questioning. He was -that- sort of person. Creature. Thing.
A slight putdown. He wanted her to do the talking, while he questioned.
All the work.
She wasn't cut out for work.
"Of course they do." Despite her 'feelings' toward this, she answered anyway, her voice unchanged. Switching to a sort of auto-drive; don't think about it, just do it. "You don't brand something without a meaning. I did not mean that, though." Pause. Her tail dusted the ground, bored. "I meant the word. 'Brand.' Her mind went along the same trail. There were lots of signs here. Lots of shapes hanging above heads. There was a difference, though... "It is not the same as your head-glow names." Even as she said it, her eyes shifted just barely to glance up at her own 'name', drifting above her head. Somehow, the same as her burn. A cruel sort of irony.
It took a few seconds, but her eyes drifted across to lock on his own glow. Tracing it with her eyes, and trying out of childish instinct to match words to the arrangement of lines.
The head that had been stretched above the edge was pulled back again. "Teh... yea... know that..." he replied, shifting slightly, a strange tone swinging at the end of his sentence.
Yes he knew 'brands'. After all he carried one himself. Not here... but on his 'real', human body. He shook the thought off again.
"So... is not?" he snickered... had a theory about that, but wouldn't give it away yet. "What's so different hm?" he shamelessly asked another question down to her.
She expected it, and the moment of staring off wasn't nearly as long as before. Somehow more indifference made its way into her tone, though. "Head-glows are names. Brands are claims."
This 'laying' thing wasn't going so well. Her heavier body pressed in on her lungs, making it difficult to breathe here. A weak kick was given, before she half-spazzed, stiffly rocking herself back into a sitting position, and back into his field of vision. Staring off, maybe a little dizzy.
This time the male didn't answer right away. Trailed off in thoughts... bit his tonge. Yes they where. That Hohlkopf wasn't as stupid as thought... he shook his head again. "Still looks the same on you, yes?" he replied, this time sounding slightly absent minded.
"Maybe eeh... means is claimed here too, yes... can't escape..." he stopped, bitting his own tongue again, this time enough to taste a faint hint of blood. There was it, the turn ... that made his mind twist up. He let out a nervous chuckle, hastily thinking about a way to throw the conversation into another direction... before the chaos in his head would break loose again.
Quickly he glanced down again at her again... eyes catching the plants sticking to her legs again. There was it. "Why carrying eeeh... heh around that crab there eh?..." he nodded down to the plants.
It was a thought she did not like so much either. Even with her wide range of topics she could be indifferent toward, being confined was...
...he mentioned the plants. Her slow gaze traveled from its place straight ahead down to focus on them, a instinctual muscle twitch running through her leg in want to kick them off now. Why were they there, anyway? It was a better thought trail, by far. "They stick," she mumbled, watching as another ripple of muscle below her skin tried to move the leg. Still, she didn't give in.
Seemingly more careful now, she looked to him, tried to read his expression some way. That was a quick change in topic. The subject must have bothered him too- this, she took as a fact. All the proof she needed. Perhaps if she were vindictive in any way, that would have gotten stored away for later...but, no. As thoughts do, it did cross her mind, and promptly exited. There was no reason; he had done nothing. Completely 'innocent', in the way her mind worked.
"They taste like eating fish. Only, easier. So I caught them." Another twitch of her leg, and she finally gave in. A slimy plant flopped off into the dust as she kicked out a little too roughly. The limb just laid their, awkwardly placed. "Then, they caught me."
Her head was turned away again, now to stare at the sticky parasite. Really, really stare at it. Like she thought staring would make it run away.
Again he watched her silently. The more he talked with this strange one, the more he watched her anthics... the more interesting became she. At first he really had put her away as some dull mind, not worth caring much about. But somehow... there seemed to be more.
Eyes behind shaded glasses narrowed. "Like fish...?" he wrinkled his nose. The birdhead had tried to feed him with fish from the pond a few times. Besides the fact that they where even harder to catch than squirrels...raw fish... certainly not his taste. "Teh... why fish eh? Really like that taste, yes?" the tension from his muscles faded while his mind jumped on this new much more comfortable ...and trivial topic.
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I'm happy I could make your day a little more brighter.
And thank you for complimenting my style. <3
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Her head gently turned toward him, easily breaking the staring contest she had held with the green slime. He relaxed. Good. Nevertheless, she didn't smile.
You don't like fish." Not a question, but a blunt assumption. Observation? The thought wasn't something she liked. Fish were... "Fish are good. Good for you. And special." For a moment longer, she remained stiff before...lowering her head, eyes still locked on him. One of the plants on her foreleg, now rather covered in dirt, was pull off, and slowly had a piece chewed from it. She swallowed in her own time, never dropping the gaze or hurrying to finish her words.
Salty. Though not as salty as she would have liked. Her tongue ran over her lower lip, as if more of the plant would just appear there. "They are from the sea. A gift."
Molly took her human form and wandered around the forests environment, her black hair danced in the cold chill in the winters morning breeze, her black dress covered in raven wings did the same. Her ice blue eyes took the reflection off the freshly fallen snow which layed before her. The sad look remained on her face after focusing on the graveyard. She began to start a low pace towards it leave a fresh trail of her foot prints. After a moment, she relaxed on a large stone near a tume stone, she remained silent and read the old worn printing apon it. She sighed deeply as she brought her long poofy dress and legs up to her face, smothering her face into her dress. She sobbed silently and the quiet choke of depression staggered in her voice but disturbed nothing around her. The running mascara gripped her dress, she jerked back at some large red poppies and pulled them out of the snow. She clung them to her hair and smiled for a moment, she froze after and released her legs.
She ran her long pale finger across the scars on her rist. She frowned at them for they flashed back the deadly moments in her past. But she did not care, she still did it. She knew it was wrong to cut, but it made her feel better. Her blue eyes scattered aross the large stone for a sharp object, finally after a few minutes....success... she clutched the large sharp crack of glass and sliced it through her closing scars, blood dripped from her arm to the white snow laying before her. She let out a large gasp at first, but a moan shortly after, after cutting she glanced down at the bloodshot red snow near the red poppies. She frowned and glanced back up watching her surroundings
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got alittle carried away xD
((no problem... sorry, was away for some time.
....hm a charactr that can be human in the forest, now that is uncommon.... don't think jack will apreciate much ... paranoia sense tingling most likely xD ))
The white, human faced stag lay on his favourite place, the altar. Curled up against the cold. His white, shaggy fur almost melting with the white snow around, only the scars and markings prevent him from beeing completey invisible.
It was rare that the snow actually stayed in this place. Maybe some lucky coincdence with the upcoming holidays.. or just another joke by those 'gods' that where said to rule this place. He didn't care. Not for those 'holidays' neither for 'gods'.
The only thing he was bothered about was the brightness of the snow... it was even more difficult to see today than on normal days... even with those goggles on.
He let out a huff, a little cloud rose up in the air, right after this he started to uncurl, sat up. He shook his head lazily, ears rotating slowly. He couldn't sense any familars around. Most likely this would be another lazy day.
The quite unusual sight behind him stayed unnoticed, any noise that could reach his anyhow not very sensitive ears was swallowed up by the winter around.
@cicadia:
so. you know why.
"Good for me.... good for me..." he replied, immitating her voice the most mocking way possible.... before he shook his head and grimmaced. "Decide myself what is good for me, yes? Raw stinky fish isn't... don't want to smell like you, yes?" he snorted, shook his head once more before he fell silent after this little insulting speech, watching her eating and chewing. Something that seem to take an eternity for him. Another disgusted look appeared on his face.
"...from the sea eh?" he snickered. "This is not even 'sea'... this eeh... is a stinky little puddle... full of corpses... yes?" he snickered... thinking of all the little deer that had ended their oh so sorry life in this pond.... to his surprise... he really wondered how that was possible, when one became a frog each time they sat food in the deep end. Well, maybe this wasn't like this for everyone. "...surprised it doesn't smell like corpse, yes?" he snickered.
Even though that was his actual opinion about that 'puddle' he still enjoyed his daily drink at that place. If asked about this... he propably wouldn't know an answer to that ...
The blistering nip in the winter air stung her skin, her hair tinted to a whiteish hue. Her skin slowly painted purpleish blue and the small tiny bumps appeared. She was freezing and needed to warm up "wow... it is freeszing out here..." her soft but staggered voice carried on the winter breeze. She need to transform into her deer form, therefore... she did. The transformation was unnoticably quick, disturbing nothing but the dress completely made from ravens. While the dark birds drifted away, she jerked her head down toward her hooves, and thought.. I wonder if sh- she was caught offguard by a vision in the distance, another deer..
She perked her soft fuzzy ears toward the direction, with a grip of hesitation she staggers past him.. kept well distance. She fakes the fact that she spotted him before.. and without making eye contact she wanders by.. marks a large bushy oak and rests contently but fearfully many feet away from the male. So she thought.
Kicking the fresh twinkly snow she watched a small bird fluttering infront of her, waiting for what will happen.
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@cicaida: seems he turned on his butfloofmagnet. 8|
The voice now was what cought his attention. Allthoug soft spoken it differet enough from the usual noises of the silent forest to be noticed. He turned his head around, searching for the source... right in time to catch a flock of black birds flying ogg. His eyes narrowed. Allthough the sight of many of those big birds on one place was not that usual, it didn't make him cautious yet. Only the general dislike for ravens, crows and all their related spiecies rose in his chest.
The one behind this flock of birds though, she rose his suspicion.
He watched her carefully, for him on this distance only a darker figure against the greyish but in spite of the shaded glasses still somehow blinding snow. After a few moments of observation he came to the conclsion that this must be a female... or... a rather scrawny male... considering from the animal-rubbing on the tree. He let out a snort of disgust over the marking...
The white shifted his weight to a more comfortable position, kept staring at the stranger, not quite sure about their intentions. Too close to let his paranoia rest, too far away to give in to it.
"Should find shelter if it's too cold for you.... yes?" he finally replied to the formerly cought words, a sharp, almost mocking grin on his face. He was still watching the stranger, the white surrounding mirroring on the dark glasses of his eye protection.
Though he spoke back, she
But the things he said were maybe a little tempting. Questions. Good questions, too. Ones she had thought about as well...
However. First things first.
Oblivious to his brief inner conflict, hunger, and pain, she finally turned her dead gaze back to him, the dim smile disappearing when she spoke. Easier now to make some form of eye contact, with him facing her in full. "...The feathers just exist. They did not come from anywhere."
Slowly, she rewarded herself with a blink, something she hadn't thought to do through that entire staring spell. "...Like these." A foreleg was lifted up against her chest, the joint over her hoof curving, waving the appendage in a lax, gestural way that scraped the ground. "It came from nothing...nothing at all..." Statue still, the doe remained poised like this, allowing only her pupils to move, now to break from his eyes and inspect the rest of his face...taking time to regard each scar, and -most importantly to her- his goggles. Wondering, in silence. From nothing as well?
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"From nothing eh...?" he
But wouldn't that mean this doe's mind had their origin elsewhere...? He doubted he would get an answer to this question...
"Have... eh... ever seen anything else than these trees... maybe?" his eyes wandered off her face, down her back... and to the sign.
"Said ... 'burn'... yes? Is really burn....did it hurt..? Or is that just your name for it, hm?"
((Just saying....neither forest nor msn/trillian works at the moment oTL))
(,o, same here. I'm going
(there haaaas to be another way...)
((let's use j's bio as
..well... i think i give up n go to bed... was a shitty day anyways.... should take sleep))
(\oTl okay. Sry j... Yes, you
Yes, you should go do that...i can't reply another 40 minutes anyway, and i will just crash when i get home too. ,o, go hopefully get some good rest at least.)
(e: wait...could use skype? In the future.)
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Again, she was careful when it came to answering him in order. But- at least she did answer. All too often, questions like these were the sort she would puzzle over in silence, and eventually shrug off. Perhaps even walk away from, without a word. There was no point in answering when there was nothing to gain after all. However...
Sometimes, maybe, answering didn't need so much thought.
Bits of information, and maybe...maybe she could get more interesting things to think about.
And a longer period of time to stare at something that itself was interesting.
"The sea," she replied monotonously, her head tilting the opposite side now, as slow as the hand on a clock. "Some sea, somewhere. Some place that wouldn't matter, to you." If she hadn't said it so blandly, maybe something like that could have been taken offensively. It went for many things she said after all. With a dull 'clap', her hoof that had remained hanging above the ground fell flat to it, and lamely stretched out. Too lazy to fold it up. Or too focused. He -had- asked more than one question after all...
Turning her head to gaze back, she regarded the mark as well. Darker skin, charred. She flexed her leg as if she was unsure how exactly it felt; maybe she did not pay attention to it often... But there was no pain, or not enough to be noticeable. Nerves were dead and gone. "And this...this is a burn. Yes. It hurt." Perhaps a slightly touchy subject- more than the sea, anyway. She looked to him, staring with a sort of almost unnoticeable defiance. No free details, not this time...The reason why came shortly after...
"You have many questions. Nice questions." A pause. "But you should answer as well."
He still hadn't given her a thing. Not even a reply as to where his goggles came from.
'An eye for an eye'.
The stare grew less intense, though. Her words and stubborn attitude were only suggestions, when it came down to it. It was obvious enough he was in bad shape. And even she wasn't so stupid as to push someone in a state of potential pain. If he wouldn't answer her questions this time, so be it. His wounds were a golden ticket; a free pass to get away from her own ever-present reel of things to know.
She could wait.
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(I'm sososo sorry, I'm shooting words out everywhere. *triggerhappy*)
((Skype? Bleh. BI i rather
His eyes had wandered back to her face, remained ther the whole time. The look in is own face had changed once more, there was still the faint smile, the kind of smile that was present on his lips most of the time, the 'masking' smile. "Sea he? Now that is something... so... it is 'outside' yes?" the smile became the grin again, crooked, distorted from scars.
There was more behind this dull girl. Of course, everyone had his story here, just some where more interesting to him, others less. Some simply bore him out. "So it did hurt yes? Now I wonder, who didit... why...? If that is eeeh... your body yes...? Or if there is more... " more questions... of course. His interest was awoken, and at the moment the path of questions was 'safe' enough. He didn't run danger to step in topics that would pull certain triggers.... yet.
The white let out a chuckle after her last remark, shifted his weight with a silent groan. The scarred foreleg was stretched, hang over the edge of the stone altar now. "So... should I?" was his only reply.
(B| Stop adding idiots! I
Stop adding idiots! I have you on my list twice already! xD Aaand it seems msn doesn't work for you again anyway. Could try the online version of trillian.)
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His line of answers, all in the form of questions, still didn't draw irritation from her. There was a reason for that, too, aside from her strange attitude. She knew. Remembered all of it, and answered each question mentally, nodding rhythmically as he spoke them. They were long, winding, detailed answers though. When it came down to it, there were too many. And she, too lax to care.
Needed more prodding. Maybe a slower pace.
It all earned him another faint smile, one that may have betrayed her and let on to her 'knowing' thoughts. In the same sort of way, she shook her head. Slow. "Yes." Careless eyes stared into his lenses, quietly intent on making what little determination she had known. The expression dropped only seconds later, as she begin to find her own position uncomfortable. Following his example, she shifted a bit...flopped heavily right over on her side, stirring up a cloud of dust. Looking a bit like roadkill now, she stared up at the hanging, torn up leg. "...maybe not 'should'. But it would be fair."
The white snorted. "Nothing
He lifted his head slightly. The doe's head was out of sight now, was just hidden by the edge of the stone. He could lean forward to look down at her...
... he decided against it, put his head down on the stone instead.
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oh, hi thar~
Hey, its me Thethuthinnang,
Unmoving, she just remained
"Okay."
It made sense. Nothing was simply fair. Faintly, she wondered why this was. Particularly when most everyone wanted things to be fair. More silence, as she had this internal conversation with herself...
Abruptly, she stopped that. If that's how things were, then she could answer his questions without care. Give him a story, if that's what he wanted. She couldn't care less if someone knew, when it came down to it; no weakness to hide, after all.
"Who did the burning is not important. The symbol is. It is a brand." She paused, a moment for thought taken. "Do you know what that is?" During their initial meetings, plenty of note had been taken of his accent. The fairly unused, or misconstrued word seemed like something he may not know or understand when spoken outside whatever his own language was.
"Oh.... for me it is...yes?"
"The symbol... eh.... meaning?" he replied to her last question, perking an ear. Why should he? Looked similar to all those other symbols that where floating around in this place. Though... much more cleaner and easier to read than most of them. He lifted an eyebrow, moved to the edge of the altar, so he could see down on her, frowned. "Circle and arrow." he replied... "...how should I know meaning eh?... maybe...hmm those who did know, yes?" he smirked again.
Ignoring the first remark,
A slight putdown. He wanted her to do the talking, while he questioned.
All the work.
She wasn't cut out for work.
"Of course they do." Despite her 'feelings' toward this, she answered anyway, her voice unchanged. Switching to a sort of auto-drive; don't think about it, just do it. "You don't brand something without a meaning. I did not mean that, though." Pause. Her tail dusted the ground, bored. "I meant the word. 'Brand.' Her mind went along the same trail. There were lots of signs here. Lots of shapes hanging above heads. There was a difference, though... "It is not the same as your head-glow names." Even as she said it, her eyes shifted just barely to glance up at her own 'name', drifting above her head. Somehow, the same as her burn. A cruel sort of irony.
It took a few seconds, but her eyes drifted across to lock on his own glow. Tracing it with her eyes, and trying out of childish instinct to match words to the arrangement of lines.
The head that had been
Yes he knew 'brands'. After all he carried one himself. Not here... but on his 'real', human body. He shook the thought off again.
"So... is not?" he snickered... had a theory about that, but wouldn't give it away yet. "What's so different hm?" he shamelessly asked another question down to her.
She expected it, and the
This 'laying' thing wasn't going so well. Her heavier body pressed in on her lungs, making it difficult to breathe here. A weak kick was given, before she half-spazzed, stiffly rocking herself back into a sitting position, and back into his field of vision. Staring off, maybe a little dizzy.
This time the male didn't
"Maybe eeh... means is claimed here too, yes... can't escape..." he stopped, bitting his own tongue again, this time enough to taste a faint hint of blood. There was it, the turn ... that made his mind twist up. He let out a nervous chuckle, hastily thinking about a way to throw the conversation into another direction... before the chaos in his head would break loose again.
Quickly he glanced down again at her again... eyes catching the plants sticking to her legs again. There was it. "Why carrying eeeh... heh around that crab there eh?..." he nodded down to the plants.
It was a thought she did not
...he mentioned the plants. Her slow gaze traveled from its place straight ahead down to focus on them, a instinctual muscle twitch running through her leg in want to kick them off now. Why were they there, anyway? It was a better thought trail, by far. "They stick," she mumbled, watching as another ripple of muscle below her skin tried to move the leg. Still, she didn't give in.
Seemingly more careful now, she looked to him, tried to read his expression some way. That was a quick change in topic. The subject must have bothered him too- this, she took as a fact. All the proof she needed. Perhaps if she were vindictive in any way, that would have gotten stored away for later...but, no. As thoughts do, it did cross her mind, and promptly exited. There was no reason; he had done nothing. Completely 'innocent', in the way her mind worked.
"They taste like eating fish. Only, easier. So I caught them." Another twitch of her leg, and she finally gave in. A slimy plant flopped off into the dust as she kicked out a little too roughly. The limb just laid their, awkwardly placed. "Then, they caught me."
Her head was turned away again, now to stare at the sticky parasite. Really, really stare at it. Like she thought staring would make it run away.
(can get you on msn for 60
I try
ok. oh well...i'll just say
sleep well.
I am there... think my
Again he watched her
Eyes behind shaded glasses narrowed. "Like fish...?" he wrinkled his nose. The birdhead had tried to feed him with fish from the pond a few times. Besides the fact that they where even harder to catch than squirrels...raw fish... certainly not his taste. "Teh... why fish eh? Really like that taste, yes?" the tension from his muscles faded while his mind jumped on this new much more comfortable ...and trivial topic.
A little doodle for you.
A little doodle for you.
dapfff you... oTL you make
you make me tear up.
srly i had a quite bad day with just some down-knocking incident to end it a moment ago...
... n then i see this...
thanks a thon, he looks grogerous... and I adore your style.
Also thanks a lot for the random derpness earlier~
You're welcome. Jack's design
I'm happy I could make your day a little more brighter.
And thank you for complimenting my style. <3
O.o I have the strangest urge
tinsel? *snort* must be the
*snort*
must be the season
he needs silver tinsel to
(^ I support this. DECK THE
DECK THE JACK WITH BOWS OF HOLLY,
LA LA LA LA
LALA LA LA.)
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Her head gently turned toward him, easily breaking the staring contest she had held with the green slime. He relaxed. Good. Nevertheless, she didn't smile.
You don't like fish." Not a question, but a blunt assumption. Observation? The thought wasn't something she liked. Fish were... "Fish are good. Good for you. And special." For a moment longer, she remained stiff before...lowering her head, eyes still locked on him. One of the plants on her foreleg, now rather covered in dirt, was pull off, and slowly had a piece chewed from it. She swallowed in her own time, never dropping the gaze or hurrying to finish her words.
Salty. Though not as salty as she would have liked. Her tongue ran over her lower lip, as if more of the plant would just appear there.
"They are from the sea. A gift."
You want to continue with the
if you want to ^^ sure
Ok ^^
think it's your turn ^^
Lol, yes I know.
track ^.^ yups thats my
yups thats my elvira for you c;
(on my other account ;.; )
Shimmer and Shine
*sneaks by and places
could i rp with him? i think he is perfect for me to test out my Molly
completely up to you ;u;
@shimmer: why hello there!
@brokenstick: feel free to start some rp ^^
ok ^-^ ----- Molly took her
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Molly took her human form and wandered around the forests environment, her black hair danced in the cold chill in the winters morning breeze, her black dress covered in raven wings did the same. Her ice blue eyes took the reflection off the freshly fallen snow which layed before her. The sad look remained on her face after focusing on the graveyard. She began to start a low pace towards it leave a fresh trail of her foot prints. After a moment, she relaxed on a large stone near a tume stone, she remained silent and read the old worn printing apon it. She sighed deeply as she brought her long poofy dress and legs up to her face, smothering her face into her dress. She sobbed silently and the quiet choke of depression staggered in her voice but disturbed nothing around her. The running mascara gripped her dress, she jerked back at some large red poppies and pulled them out of the snow. She clung them to her hair and smiled for a moment, she froze after and released her legs.
She ran her long pale finger across the scars on her rist. She frowned at them for they flashed back the deadly moments in her past. But she did not care, she still did it. She knew it was wrong to cut, but it made her feel better. Her blue eyes scattered aross the large stone for a sharp object, finally after a few minutes....success... she clutched the large sharp crack of glass and sliced it through her closing scars, blood dripped from her arm to the white snow laying before her. She let out a large gasp at first, but a moan shortly after, after cutting she glanced down at the bloodshot red snow near the red poppies. She frowned and glanced back up watching her surroundings
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got alittle carried away xD
((no problem... sorry, was
....hm a charactr that can be human in the forest, now that is uncommon.... don't think jack will apreciate much ... paranoia sense tingling most likely xD ))
The white, human faced stag lay on his favourite place, the altar. Curled up against the cold. His white, shaggy fur almost melting with the white snow around, only the scars and markings prevent him from beeing completey invisible.
It was rare that the snow actually stayed in this place. Maybe some lucky coincdence with the upcoming holidays.. or just another joke by those 'gods' that where said to rule this place. He didn't care. Not for those 'holidays' neither for 'gods'.
The only thing he was bothered about was the brightness of the snow... it was even more difficult to see today than on normal days... even with those goggles on.
He let out a huff, a little cloud rose up in the air, right after this he started to uncurl, sat up. He shook his head lazily, ears rotating slowly. He couldn't sense any familars around. Most likely this would be another lazy day.
The quite unusual sight behind him stayed unnoticed, any noise that could reach his anyhow not very sensitive ears was swallowed up by the winter around.
@cicadia:
so. you know why.
"Good for me.... good for me..." he replied, immitating her voice the most mocking way possible.... before he shook his head and grimmaced. "Decide myself what is good for me, yes? Raw stinky fish isn't... don't want to smell like you, yes?" he snorted, shook his head once more before he fell silent after this little insulting speech, watching her eating and chewing. Something that seem to take an eternity for him. Another disgusted look appeared on his face.
"...from the sea eh?" he snickered. "This is not even 'sea'... this eeh... is a stinky little puddle... full of corpses... yes?" he snickered... thinking of all the little deer that had ended their oh so sorry life in this pond.... to his surprise... he really wondered how that was possible, when one became a frog each time they sat food in the deep end. Well, maybe this wasn't like this for everyone. "...surprised it doesn't smell like corpse, yes?" he snickered.
Even though that was his actual opinion about that 'puddle' he still enjoyed his daily drink at that place. If asked about this... he propably wouldn't know an answer to that ...
Track
Best deer-dad/kindergarten in
Always wondered why I didn't
what an awesome character! ;
track >V< <33
dont worry about it.. haahh
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The blistering nip in the winter air stung her skin, her hair tinted to a whiteish hue. Her skin slowly painted purpleish blue and the small tiny bumps appeared. She was freezing and needed to warm up "wow... it is freeszing out here..." her soft but staggered voice carried on the winter breeze. She need to transform into her deer form, therefore... she did. The transformation was unnoticably quick, disturbing nothing but the dress completely made from ravens. While the dark birds drifted away, she jerked her head down toward her hooves, and thought.. I wonder if sh- she was caught offguard by a vision in the distance, another deer..
She perked her soft fuzzy ears toward the direction, with a grip of hesitation she staggers past him.. kept well distance. She fakes the fact that she spotted him before.. and without making eye contact she wanders by.. marks a large bushy oak and rests contently but fearfully many feet away from the male. So she thought.
Kicking the fresh twinkly snow she watched a small bird fluttering infront of her, waiting for what will happen.
Beautiful artwork. Track.
Track. =-_-=
DAMN, jack, getting lots of
This character has always
Profile picture by ahimsa ♥
Pixel Wis by squeegie~
wow... activity! Thanks
@cicaida: seems he turned on his butfloofmagnet. 8|
The voice now was what cought his attention. Allthoug soft spoken it differet enough from the usual noises of the silent forest to be noticed. He turned his head around, searching for the source... right in time to catch a flock of black birds flying ogg. His eyes narrowed. Allthough the sight of many of those big birds on one place was not that usual, it didn't make him cautious yet. Only the general dislike for ravens, crows and all their related spiecies rose in his chest.
The one behind this flock of birds though, she rose his suspicion.
He watched her carefully, for him on this distance only a darker figure against the greyish but in spite of the shaded glasses still somehow blinding snow. After a few moments of observation he came to the conclsion that this must be a female... or... a rather scrawny male... considering from the animal-rubbing on the tree. He let out a snort of disgust over the marking...
The white shifted his weight to a more comfortable position, kept staring at the stranger, not quite sure about their intentions. Too close to let his paranoia rest, too far away to give in to it.
"Should find shelter if it's too cold for you.... yes?" he finally replied to the formerly cought words, a sharp, almost mocking grin on his face. He was still watching the stranger, the white surrounding mirroring on the dark glasses of his eye protection.
I don't know if you've got a