"At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.”
— Lemony Snicket
unrealistically optimistic and irrationally moral
Attican is a firm subscriber to the belief that every person and creature is basically good, even when the evidence says otherwise. When the contrary happens and she witnesses a tragedy or injustice, she poorly rationalizes to herself why they are actually "good" until he's satisfied. Otherwise she will totally ignore it. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body and can't criticize, judge, or otherwise speak poorly of others. Punishes herself severely if she does anything "bad," occasionally by physically harming herself.
Being very interested in the natural world, she can be curious to the point of being invasive when getting to know new possible friends. She makes friends effortlessly (she'll often consider you a friend before you feel likewise towards her) and is easily labeled as a polite extrovert though she easily becomes withdrawn amongst crowds. Praise and gifts of any value make her happy to a disproportionate extent and so she has a tendency to hoard lots of little things.
Being taught by her father to cherish life is shown in her need to nurture--though she often takes on projects that are a little more than what she can handle. Although she generally feels very good about herself, having been abused while in her mother's care has left her self-esteem quite shaky.
Death is a concept that she has chosen to ignore for much of her life as it frightens her greatly.
relations grandmother
has never met her but feels very curious towards.
mother
the only being Attican has ever felt intense animosity toward.
A note fluttered down before her, seemingly from no where....
Attican,
I do not know what has crossed your mind to make you lose track of our studies. I do
believe I gave you an assignment last week that was due Tuesday. Well as you well know it is past then. I do hope you have a good excuse for yourself
OG
—
You do not have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis
The day was beginning for many of the Forest deer. Every few hours there was a period when the Forest was relatively abandoned, and then one by one they'd fade into view from their sabbatical with the Twin Gods.. wherever or whatever they did in the amount of time that they vanished.
A blaze of red could be seen moving about in the space between the Pond and Playground moving toward the Ruins. Said blob was carrying a small mountain of items in her arms, which were an awfully useful appendage that most centaurs had. Attican had spent a few hours away from the Forest to try and get her circadian rhythm back in synch--the stagnant daylight here made it hard for her to go to sleep and wake in a normal fashion--and to gather some items that she thought might be useful for some future endeavor. She carried many old books, brown satchels filled with items that made cheerful jingling noises, and a few papayas.
A sneaky rock tripped her as she entered the birches. Papayas and books went flying in all directions as she stumbled. One of the satchels fell and a small army of golden earrings matching those she worse came spilling out. She stood there for a moment before heaving a sigh, adjusting her mask, and crouching awkwardly to pick everything up.
The young stag stood in a sunpatch, watching the butterflies fluttering about a patch of flowers. Their wings glimmered in the light, dazzling his mismatched blue eyes. He blinked when the sound of the something falling, many somethings, came to his ears. He flickered them without moving, nervously bringing his head around in the direction of the noise. Nothing was there, no shadow watching him, no vision to send him into a panic, just a bunch of trees and flat earth between them. He tilted his head, curious now as to what it could be. It sounded like books...but there were no books in the forest, that he had ever seen. No one he had met mentioned them before. With a flick of his curly tail, the blue gray stag turned about, slowly picking his way toward the noise. The shadows of the trees fell across the white markings on his back, dappling his pelt and making the white seeming even more brilliant as he slowly moved along. He was beginning to get the hang of walking, the motions becoming more natural as he understood the mechanics of his new body. Running and jumping, even trotting was still beyond his knowledge, but he was learning.
**EDIT TO PREVIOUS POST: she has one earring due to recent events. WHOOPS
The past few days were the kind that she'd rather not remember. Just thinking about them made her bones ache and her head spin in a very unpleasant way. All of the papayas had landed in what she hoped was mud.. Either way, they would have to be washed off before they were suitable for the snacking she had planned for them: one of them would be her reward for studying her books (covering such topics as voodoo, demonology, and witchcraft), another was intended for somebody else, and the others would be sliced up and dried.
Hoofbeats in the distance mildly caught her attention. These deer were always running around like they had important things to do.. Attican puffed to blow away a stray lock of hair that got in her way as she gathered up the golden rings, but all it did was blow against the inside of her mask. She sighed again and immediately felt irritated with her mask, even though she felt against its removal.
The stag halted when he saw who it was. Attican, wasn't that her name? She was carrying...books. This caught his attention and he slowly made his way toward her, pausing when he was a respectable distance away.
"Need some help?" he asked timidly.
The thin hairs along her neck stood up in surprise at the sound of a voice behind her. It wasn't very often that she was approached while in the Forest, or approached in such a considerate way, as well. She turned around after taking a moment to compose herself and saw a grey stag with spots standing. Although her initial reaction was to be charmed by his kind offer and adorable spots, there was something off about him.. It could have been the odd eyes or the way he held himself, or something else entirely. That's very nice of you, Her eyes shone in a smile behind her mask as she returned to the task of picking up her items. But I don't want to be an inconvenience to-- Everything fell back out of her arms. Attican's shoulders sagged and she turned to him in defeat. Ohh.. Would you mind helping? All of this needs to be put into a tree not very far from here, and I've bitten off more than I can chew.
He made his way toward her, "I can carry more on my back. Otherwise I could only carry a book or so...I lack hands." it was one of the things he didn't like about being there. He no longer had hands to pick stuff up or carry something. He had to grow accustomed to that, he knew it was only a matter of time before he did. He moved closer to help her, "Where...where did you get these books?" he tilted his head at the mess, genuinely curious now.
Her ears turned back and she smiled at the helpful stag, feeling embarrassed with herself. Thank you.. She quickly returned the rings and moved forward to place a few of the bags on his back--the mangoes and books she'd carry herself. Oh, these? She quickly became quite conversational. Most of them were mine, but I bought a few of these just a short time ago. I like to visit the rest of the world when it gets too boring here. Truth be told she couldn't call what had recently happened to her "boring," but saying it like that made it a much more pleasant topic.
The stag braced himself against the weight, but was too absorbed by what she was saying, "The rest of the world?" he repeated, puzzled, "Do you mean here? In this place? Or..." the last time he checked, books didn't come from here. Maybe they did and he just had not come across them. "I used to read often, before...is why I am asking, I miss reading books." he confessed, bringing his gaze up from the books to the centaur's face.
Yes, she gathered the things she'd carry herself and quickly gestured towards the direction of the Ruins before continuing her progress toward it. The 'human world' I suppose it's called. You.. must have been there before since you can read, I'm guessing. It's an uncommon skill for deer to have, isn't it? Her voice sparkled with humor. The red centaur felt a bubble of intrigue begin to form inside of her as she started to feel very curious indeed about this stag who once upon a time got to read books.
The "human world". There it was again. Jay followed her, trying to keep her pace, "Yes...I came from there." He didn't think he could go back. The thought terrified him. What if he lost it, what if they came and got him again? He didn't want to go through that, not when he had the taste of freedom here. Though the thought that books didn't hide in some underground library of sorts in the forest disappointed him.
She hadn't realized that she'd been walking too fast and slowed down so the two of them could talk easier. You did? How interesting! I come from there, too. Both the Forest here and the human world have their nice parts and their bad parts, so it's a very nice thing that I can go between the two. Sometimes all I want to do is sit in my house and play a card game, but sometimes I need to get away and relax here instead. Attican caught herself mid-jabbering. Sorry to go on like that! It's exciting to meet another pers--to meet another who comes from the same place. He was gifted with an exceptionally warm smile from her. Would you like to borrow a book sometime? It would only be fitting since you're helping me out so much.
He listened to what she was talking about, half imagining what she was explaining. It must be nice to go between the two like that, on a whim. If he could have done that...he would have been able to stay somewhat sane. A little bit more sane than now, he reckoned. At her offer he wondered if he had imagined her saying that, but she was smiling at him, so maybe not. He looked up from where he had been staring off into the forest, one ear turned toward her curiously, before bringing his gaze up to her face.
"Really? You'd let me borrow one?" He asked, surprised. He wasn't allowed to read too much, as the doctors and his parents thought it stimulated his mind too much, but maybe the forest was different. After all, he wasn't having as many episodes here, maybe reading would be okay too.
Sometimes it was easy to mistake one's gazing off into space for being ignored, but Attican knew better than to get upset over something like that when it was clear that he was actually listening to her.
His surprise made her smile all the more. Well, yeah! You can borrow one, but if you don't give it back when you're done, I'll have to come after you! She laughed at it. For all he knew, she would be the type to resort to violence in order to get a possession returned, but the truth was Attican found herself nearly incapable of physically harming any living creature. Even if it had one of her books. What do you like? Poetry? Poems were her favorite reading material. Oh, she hoped he liked them, too.
The stag chuckled uneasily along with her, uncertain if she meant what she said, or if she was joking. As far as he was concerned, threats were real. At the question, he responded "I liked what poetry I did read. I did not get to read poetry as much though, just what books I could get past my parents. They thought that poetry was...fluff writing, nothing that I would gain from in the future. Yet, my mother loved poetry, she even wrote some in the time she was not monitoring me or helping my father in the world of politics." he paused, taking a breath, not realizing that he was rambling, "I read mostly history, science, religion, philosophy, those types of subjects. I always admired how poets could weave words into a story...release emotions..." he trailed off, "Sorry..." he muttered, looking up at her before, glancing away.
Attican couldn't help but wiggle a little bit in delight when he replied that he too liked poetry. It had been a long time since she'd been able to find her big book of poetry, but just hearing another being talking about the wonders of the written word made her feel like vanishing from the spot just to grab it and share with him. No, no. It's fine. I admire poets a lot, too. When I was little, I wanted to be a poet so bad, probably because I had to read it on the sly as well. I always thought it would be wonderful.. to be able to write like that and to make your readers feel such potent emotions, or to take them on a journey-- She sighed in the way one does while speaking of their first love. The red pony was quiet for some time, just staring off into space while walking.
The two arrived at The Ruins and made their way to a partially hollowed out tree. Waving through the often-present swarm of flies, Attican stowed the food away first, set down her items, and then went over to remove the bags from his back. Thank you so much! Right now I don't have books that I think would interest you, but I could find something in the next few days. How does that sound?
"That sounds fine, and no problem, I don't mind helping," he answered, looking up at her, "I would enjoy reading again." He added, "How do you...how do you get to the human world?" he questioned now.
The sunniness remained in her demeanor as she put the assorted items into the hollow of the tree until he asked about the human world. She halted with her hand still in the tree. Her ears folded against her head while she wondered to herself if this was information that should be divulged. It had come to her attention recently that not all of the creatures in this Forest could leave, despite its overabundance of magic. But what could it hurt if I tell him? It's through a portal, she began to explain. Its location changes really often unless you make it yourself. I don't know how to make one, so I have to find it each time I want to leave for a little bit.
His eyes narrowed in thought. Portal? What was that supposed to be...like a door, maybe? He found it an odd thought to think of a random door just sitting there in the middle of the forest. At least he'd find the portal, though, right?
"Through magic?" he guessed, "Is that what it is, magic?"
His confusion derailed her train of thought. The centaur turned around clumsily to face him for the ease of the conversation. I.. guess it's magic. That would make sense why some deer are stuck here and others aren't. Some are less proficient at magic than others.. An uneasy smile worked its way into her eyes as she hoped that he wouldn't be offended by her saying that. I almost forgot! We never exchanged names, did we? Awkward guilt made her ears pull back and the fur along her spine stand up.
He wondered if he was one of those deer. In truth he kind of wanted to be, then he wouldn't be tempted to return home, or wander. It was dangerous for him to wander. He gave an apologetic smile at her remark, realizing she was right. He only recognized her because she was Daenir's mate...At...At something or another. He only knew that from what was pointed out to him.
"My apologies," it was a natural reflex, to apologize simply because he was male. When speaking with women, whatever it was was usually his fault, "I am...my name is Darin, but I prefer to be called by my middle name, Jay."
TRAAAACK btw note from
btw note from Phantom:
A note fluttered down before her, seemingly from no where....
Attican,
I do not know what has crossed your mind to make you lose track of our studies. I do
believe I gave you an assignment last week that was due Tuesday. Well as you well know it is past then. I do hope you have a good excuse for yourself
OG
~ C.S. Lewis
wheee~ /fangirl
/fangirl SCREECH
Attican gurrrrrrl you in trouble
..Oh poop.
traaaaaaaaaaaack c:
Danke! c:
omnom
/rolls on
BROFISTS ALL OVER THIS JOINT.
Totally was going to reply
/plants a stalk
Whoa! I wonder what the stalk
It might grow into a pedo or
Here's hoping that your stalk
/didn't sound weird at all
XD
Fish. I love you. ;w; Thank
I love you. ;w;
Thank you for everything.
- Arrow (aka didn't know where I could put this that you'd see it first so here goes aksdfjh)
@Arrow *mwa!* Not a problem,
*mwa!* Not a problem, dear c; Just keep on being the awesome person that you always are!
trackin this sexy lady. c:
c:
....... o.o track!
Siggy by Kokote
Phantom/Daenir: Just
~ C.S. Lewis
@Carry EYYYYYYY, SEXY LADY
EYYYYYYY, SEXY LADY /promptly attacked by an angry mob
@Greyhorn
I saw you there :I You won't get away this easily! *cocks shotgun and pursues*
@Ori
Atti: I'm being kidnapped against my will! HELLLLLPPPPPpppppppppppppppppp...
Phantom: You know you like it
~ C.S. Lewis
(No subject)
omg I want that
~ C.S. Lewis
Atti: Shut up and carry me
@Carry
Eeep! is that a Pusheen I spy? IT IS <3
Hey Fish, would you be up for
Of course I would be! Do you
Do you want to make a separate blog or have them interact on either bio? Or msn/skype?
Seperate blog or bios would
YAY! FINALLY FOUND THIS
Profile picture by ahimsa ♥
Pixel Wis by squeegie~
@Sicily Here would be just
Here would be just fine. I can start, if you'd like?
@Poppy
You found Attican's bio!
Sure, go for it!
I'll.. I'll post sometime
The day was beginning for
A blaze of red could be seen moving about in the space between the Pond and Playground moving toward the Ruins. Said blob was carrying a small mountain of items in her arms, which were an awfully useful appendage that most centaurs had. Attican had spent a few hours away from the Forest to try and get her circadian rhythm back in synch--the stagnant daylight here made it hard for her to go to sleep and wake in a normal fashion--and to gather some items that she thought might be useful for some future endeavor. She carried many old books, brown satchels filled with items that made cheerful jingling noises, and a few papayas.
A sneaky rock tripped her as she entered the birches. Papayas and books went flying in all directions as she stumbled. One of the satchels fell and a small army of golden earrings matching those she worse came spilling out. She stood there for a moment before heaving a sigh, adjusting her mask, and crouching awkwardly to pick everything up.
The young stag stood in a
**EDIT TO PREVIOUS POST: she
The past few days were the kind that she'd rather not remember. Just thinking about them made her bones ache and her head spin in a very unpleasant way. All of the papayas had landed in what she hoped was mud.. Either way, they would have to be washed off before they were suitable for the snacking she had planned for them: one of them would be her reward for studying her books (covering such topics as voodoo, demonology, and witchcraft), another was intended for somebody else, and the others would be sliced up and dried.
Hoofbeats in the distance mildly caught her attention. These deer were always running around like they had important things to do.. Attican puffed to blow away a stray lock of hair that got in her way as she gathered up the golden rings, but all it did was blow against the inside of her mask. She sighed again and immediately felt irritated with her mask, even though she felt against its removal.
Mkay, an earring! The stag
The stag halted when he saw who it was. Attican, wasn't that her name? She was carrying...books. This caught his attention and he slowly made his way toward her, pausing when he was a respectable distance away.
"Need some help?" he asked timidly.
The thin hairs along her neck
That's very nice of you, Her eyes shone in a smile behind her mask as she returned to the task of picking up her items. But I don't want to be an inconvenience to-- Everything fell back out of her arms. Attican's shoulders sagged and she turned to him in defeat.
Ohh.. Would you mind helping? All of this needs to be put into a tree not very far from here, and I've bitten off more than I can chew.
He made his way toward her,
Her ears turned back and she
Oh, these? She quickly became quite conversational. Most of them were mine, but I bought a few of these just a short time ago. I like to visit the rest of the world when it gets too boring here. Truth be told she couldn't call what had recently happened to her "boring," but saying it like that made it a much more pleasant topic.
The stag braced himself
Yes, she gathered the things
The "human world". There it
She hadn't realized that
He listened to what she was
"Really? You'd let me borrow one?" He asked, surprised. He wasn't allowed to read too much, as the doctors and his parents thought it stimulated his mind too much, but maybe the forest was different. After all, he wasn't having as many episodes here, maybe reading would be okay too.
Sometimes it was easy to
His surprise made her smile all the more. Well, yeah! You can borrow one, but if you don't give it back when you're done, I'll have to come after you! She laughed at it. For all he knew, she would be the type to resort to violence in order to get a possession returned, but the truth was Attican found herself nearly incapable of physically harming any living creature. Even if it had one of her books.
What do you like? Poetry? Poems were her favorite reading material. Oh, she hoped he liked them, too.
The stag chuckled uneasily
Attican couldn't help but
No, no. It's fine. I admire poets a lot, too. When I was little, I wanted to be a poet so bad, probably because I had to read it on the sly as well. I always thought it would be wonderful.. to be able to write like that and to make your readers feel such potent emotions, or to take them on a journey-- She sighed in the way one does while speaking of their first love. The red pony was quiet for some time, just staring off into space while walking.
The two arrived at The Ruins and made their way to a partially hollowed out tree. Waving through the often-present swarm of flies, Attican stowed the food away first, set down her items, and then went over to remove the bags from his back.
Thank you so much! Right now I don't have books that I think would interest you, but I could find something in the next few days. How does that sound?
"That sounds fine, and no
The sunniness remained in her
It's through a portal, she began to explain. Its location changes really often unless you make it yourself. I don't know how to make one, so I have to find it each time I want to leave for a little bit.
His eyes narrowed in thought.
"Through magic?" he guessed, "Is that what it is, magic?"
His confusion derailed her
I almost forgot! We never exchanged names, did we? Awkward guilt made her ears pull back and the fur along her spine stand up.
He wondered if he was one of
"My apologies," it was a natural reflex, to apologize simply because he was male. When speaking with women, whatever it was was usually his fault, "I am...my name is Darin, but I prefer to be called by my middle name, Jay."