Blood. Flashes of white light. The shouting, the leering, the faint roars of an angry lion. They always started out like that. Always crowded his senses, smothering him to the point to where he couldn't breathe. Then it would just disappear, fade away into nothing, leaving him feeling nothing other than the pair of swords in his hand and the weak armor covering his arms. It was all he had other than his wits to keep him alive.
He felt nothing. It was the only defense he had to the torture of watching his friends, his comrades, the men that looked up to him bleed out before his eyes. He should have died with them, their eyes told him that. Full of trust, full of faith that of any of them, he was the one who had the strongest chance of surviving long enough to be a free man. That they were sacrificing their existence as so he had a chance.
He awoke with a start, his head swimming as his stumbled to his feet. He swayed, staring at the ground that he could see, feeling a mask on his face and the ground under his hooves. Hooves? He didn't bother trying to understand as his body was too busy trying to not fall on his face as his legs tried to support him. He ended up pressing his side against a tree, using it to support him as he stared around him, breathing heavily. Trees. All he could see were trees and an unfamiliar land. Was this the Land of the Gods?
Or had he finally got away from the Romans?
Lazily flicking her ears at an annoying fly, the small fawn stretches out in the grass, enjoying the warm sunlight, but suddenly catches a whiff of an of-same.. (her way of saying deer. o 3o) with a strange panicky scent. Raising her head, she can see where it is coming from; a very much confused looking stag, leaning against a tree as if in need of support. Her face brightens and she lurches up and shakes out her fur.
The stag's ears flickered-it weirded him out that he could do that- as a noise came to his attention, something rustling in the grass. He turned his head, trying to stare through the mask on his face, the scarf like garment shifting along the left side of his head. It was a...a fawn? He stared at it for the longest time, his brain trying to process this new information. A fawn. Hooves. He looked down at his own legs, seeing a pair of hooves where his hands and feet should have been. What? Was he one of those...deer creatures too? Puzzled, he remained still, watching the fawn.
Pica, regardless of the stare that the stag seemed to be giving her, wobbled up within a few paces and politely sniffed him and bowed, in respect. Formalities past, she sprung back up and looked at him inquiringly. "Pica says hello!" she chirps happily.
He watched her for a moment, taken aback by her bow. Bowing. Interesting. He tilted his head, lowering his face down to get a better look at her. Pica? What a fitting name. He didn't know what she thought of him, but guessing by how outgoing she was, she didn't care.
He tilted his head, but didn't respond. He ultimately brought his head up, stepping back enough to where he could settle himself down with his back against the tree. He was paranoid that someone would come up behind him. Someone? Or something? Were there other deer creatures here like Pica? Where all of them the same? Or where they different? He lowered his head to the grass, wondering where his mask had come from. He didn't have any sort of helmet in the first place.
The stag's gray eyes watched the fawn, wondering where her mother was. She seemed so little, like how a newborn child would look if they grew like deer did.
I'd love to roleplay, shall I or you or I could join a roleplay all ready started? ^^ By the way I love your bio it's so thought out and his history, very creative. 5 stars!! I think I use my newest charcter you want a link?
The stag didn't have a chance to recoil to the fawn suddenly snuggling up against him. All he could do was offer a surprised look down toward the fawn, uncertain just how he should respond.
"Actaeon," it took him a few moments longer to respond than it should have, but he answered nonetheless.
@CrazyOwl:
That's very kind of you take an interest in this kiddo! His "bio"-this could be considered more of an RP blog until he has an established place, so to speak, in the forest- will contain much, much more information over time. If you want you could start a separate RP, since Actaeon tends to become more reserved around multiple deer.
One thing he'd notice in his scan was a tall human-faced deer. A stag, heavily muscled and heavy-antlered, with a proud stance and a reckless grin. He must have seemed a strange creature, but as introductions to the forest goes, it wasn't that odd. He wore a white half-mask with black fringes, raised like the visor of a helmet. His body was various intertwining shades of passionate red, and when the stag -- Faris -- saw the other rise unsteadily, he charged over. Mere words like running did not describe it. Head down, teeth gritted in a mad grin, antlers forward -- it was difficult to read his intention in that charge, whether it was friendly or deadly. He picked up speed, thundering down the hills...
And then...
He skidded right past the confused person, unable to slow himself down in time. When he lifted his head, his mask had fallen over his eyes, hiding them in a mostly translucent orange spot. All you could see was his cleft, manly chin and his big shiny white teeth. No, not grinning was not an option.
"Are you well, good sir? Your stance seems most unsettled; do you require aid?"
The stag was taken aback by how much she trusted him in the short amount of time she knew him, but he simply lowered his head, shifting enough to where she could snuggle against his fur if she wished.
She's such a cutie. I see them getting along well.
@Seed
All he registered was something barreling toward him, past him and speaking. He tensed, trying to wheel around to meet whoever it was that was attacking him, only to blink as they skittered past him. Actaeon couldn't even respond to his question, he was so taken aback. Though when the other turned to face him he shifted, surprised by the use of 'good sir' and rather creeped out by the smile. He felt like he was being studied by some crazed beast. Plus...no one had ever referred to him by that. Not except for those rare moments when someone remembered their manners, or rather, forget his status.
Faris waited for a response. This wait got longer and longer. The grin slid off his face...Still, he was not going to allow himself to be defeated by mere standoffishness!
“Cat got your tongue, sir? Ah, well. Many have this problem when they stand face-to-face with the forest's own (long-absent, I admit) preux chevalier, Sir Faris of the Rose! Now, who might you be?"
There. Hopefully he wasn't too intimidated...The fact of the matter was, all of Faris's friends had either long-departed...Or were such infrequent visitors that he had no more hope of seeing them. Yes, like it or not, he had no more comerades-in-arms... So he would have to do his best! He was going to make friendship with all the determination in his body!
The stag offered no response, though he made more of an effort at keeping himself still. He had never considered himself a pillow before, but he didn't mind it. It gave him a chance to think in peace. He studied the fawn out of the corner of his gaze. She seemed like a sweet little thing. For a fawn.
@Seed
Actaeon just stared at him, trying to process this information. He backed up at his boldness, his ears flicking back as he felt his hip hit the side of the tree trunk.
He didn't understand half of what he said, nor his self given-or was it given by the Gods?- title. He opened his mouth to speak, but went silent. He didn't even know how to properly address him.
Snoozing quietly against the nice of-same, she dreamt of feathers, enveloping her softly. Outwardly, she kicked involuntarily and woke with a surprised huff. Her ears perked up as she trilled; "Hidey and seeky!" Apparently, her energy was back in full.
He was suddenly pulled back to reality by the fawn starting awake, squeaking out something that sounded like gibberish if he hadn't been really paying attention. He was noticeably surprised by her outburst, his head jerking to the side slightly as his eyes shifted to look down at her. Wasn't she just sleeping? He had forgotten that a child's version of sleep and an adult's were much different. He just looked at her, before tilting his head to the side in a questioning gesture. What?
@Owl
You can start if you want. Or if you can't think of anything, I can.
Tilting her head in a bird-like manner, Pica inspected the of-same closely for the first time. She noticed the gleam of eyes catching the sunlight, watching her. She spoke as slowly as her energetic state would allow; "Pica hide. You look." and hop-skips off across the clearing, before looking back expectantly towards the large of-same.
Faris sighed. Overwhelmed was one thing. This...This was getting silly. Faris relaxed a bit, perhaps making himself do so, letting his posture de-poof with a sigh.
"I'm sorry; I should have asked; do you speak, sir? Have no fear; despite my lofty appearances, I am but an errant soldier of justice!"
Blood. Flashes of white light. The shouting, the leering, the faint roars of an angry lion. They always started out like that. Always crowded his senses, smothering him to the point to where he couldn't breathe. Then it would just disappear, fade away into nothing, leaving him feeling nothing other than the pair of swords in his hand and the weak armor covering his arms. It was all he had other than his wits to keep him alive.
He felt nothing. It was the only defense he had to the torture of watching his friends, his comrades, the men that looked up to him bleed out before his eyes. He should have died with them, their eyes told him that. Full of trust, full of faith that of any of them, he was the one who had the strongest chance of surviving long enough to be a free man. That they were sacrificing their existence as so he had a chance.
He awoke with a start, his head swimming as his stumbled to his feet. He swayed, staring at the ground that he could see, feeling a mask on his face and the ground under his hooves. Hooves? He didn't bother trying to understand as his body was too busy trying to not fall on his face as his legs tried to support him. He ended up pressing his side against a tree, using it to support him as he stared around him, breathing heavily. Trees. All he could see were trees and an unfamiliar land. Was this the Land of the Gods?
Or had he finally got away from the Romans?
I had a starting post already up. Does this work for you? If not I can get another.
@Niriya
Actaeon just stared at her. He was still at a loss as to what she wanted him to do. She had just repeated herself and trotted off. What? Hide? What? He wasn't too interested in getting up, not when he was perfectly happy right where he was, but she seemed intent on getting him to follow...or...or do whatever it was she wanted. Annoyed, he got himself to stand, his joints a little stiff from sitting for as long as he had been. He just stood there a moment, still at a loss, before taking a tentative step toward her. Did she want him to follow her?
@Seed
Of the jumble of words being spoken, one stood out to him. Soldier. This male was a soldier of sorts? He tensed, his stance shifting as he tried to study him, at lest enough to where he could distinguish what type of soldier he was. It didn't occur to him that the word was just another of a phrase, since the term to him was genuine. It was something real. It didn't really own a double meaning in his world.
"Soldier?" he murmured, tilting his head at him.
Excited that the of-same was getting up, she darted behind a thick treetrunk, and stealthily took a glance before ducking back. When he still did not come, she popped her head out another time, to help him find her. Perhaps he needed an easy game. Pica nods to herself, before backing up and letting the tip of her ear poke out beyond the diameter of the trunk, and she reasoned enough to let him know that she was there, but not enough so that the game was over before it even started.
She was walking in the forest, her flower petal crown falling when she saw the lost buck. She stoped and smiled at the accatiosn to help a deer. She slowly addvanced and was only a couple of inches when I asked "Sir, you allright?" Sir just seemed to be the right way to adress him. She looked him over wich was hard to do because of there exterm szied differnce. She felt intrged by his mask.
Actaeon felt himself grow frustrated, but he didn't allow it to show. He did the only thing he could think of doing: follow her. Slowly, he stalked toward her, pausing just at the trunk, confused as to what to do. Staring at her ear for a moment, he tentatively stretched his neck, poking her ear with his nose.
@Owl
Wow, I didn't read "Do you want a link?" I would love to know who he's RPing with. Rosa? Is it? Or is it one of the other characters?
Actaeon just stared at her for a moment, confused before the words started to click in his mind. Was he okay? He gave a curt nod, making an effort to get his breathing under control. He watched them out of the corner of his mask, slowly easing himself toward the ground. What was this place?
Giggling quietly behind the trunk, she hears the slow steps of the of-same and tenses. When she felt the light touch of a nose against her ear, she squeaked and scampered out. "Your turn!" She looks at him attentively.
He stepped back, his head jerking back up when the fawn squeaked and came out of hiding. It took him a moment to comprehend her words, but when he did he was confused. His turn? To hide behind a tree? He tilted his head, watching her.
"Why?"
Rosa smiled wider at the nod and sat down as he did, tucking in her legs. "Im Rosa, and your name?" she asked. He looked unusualy lost and that made her wonder why. She hasn't seen him around before, and she should know she has meent a lot of people most nice some a little mean, though lemon would call that a understatment. She looked back at the buck, her petels from her crown fell to the ground. She almost thought there hug size differnce was halures, but just stated quite letting her eyes to the laughing.
"Actaeon," he answered after a few heartbeats of silence. His voice was flat, not showing any sort of emotion. He didn't seem to mind her company one way or the other. But he didn't go out of his way to make her feel welcome. He watched her out of the corner of his mask, but didn't bother turning his head.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the comment, whether or not it would be seen behind the mask was debated. They all had said that, not in so many ways, but pretty much said that. Every soldier for every country. Every man who ever wanted to justify slaying another. He had claimed it too. Honor. The honor of dying honestly in war. The honor allowing his blood to be shed in hopes that his country could last another decade.
He had almost not heard the question, but his ears flicked to catch the voice. He was conscious of the action since it was just...so odd, "Actaeon," he muttered, giving a slight nod.
"Are you new to the forest?" she asked. She tittled her head, her flower crowen falleing to her ear. She wonderd about this one, he seemed just to of in the forest, he must have just arrived but from where.
The forest? He pondered over her question, though it all seemed to make sense. This was definitely a forest of sorts. He opened his mouth to respond but gave it a moment before deciding on an answer, "Yes."
The last thing he had remembered didn't involve running out into the woods. Or finding himself surrounded in a weird place full of deer who could talk and had human faces...
She nodded conferming her thopughts. She looked up at him and asked "Are you from some where else, or ued to be someone else, or both?" she had heard whispers about the past of some of the deer, some about being others in other lives and some of a nother world with things that walking on two legs with no fur.
His ears drooped as he contemplated her question. It confused him. How could he be someone else? He certainly still felt like himself, minus the weird deer body. "I...I do not understand your question." he muttered finally, his defenses cracking down as confusion fell over him, " I am who I have always been. I am just stuck in whatever this body is. How can I be someone else?"
"I don't really know my self, but I've heard things of deer who used to be others in past lives......." she said sheepishly feeling foolish at the though know.
Pica blinked, confused on why the of-same did not understand the fun of hide and seek. "Mhm. Well, it shows other deer that you can hide from them iffa you want and they'll never find you!" So said her little fawn logic. "An'.. And you get to find new hidey places." She nods, satisfied with her answer, before peeking up to his great height inquisitively. "Well. If A..acton don't wanna, you don't hafta." Her ears droop, and inside, Pica told herself that you oughta be a'shamed for making Acton gerrup.
There was nothing quite like mis-matched understandings? Faris had said nothing of honor, though he treasured it. But it was his honor, half sincere and half storybook.
"Ah, a pleasure!"
He was still unsure about the state of this stranger, who had seemed so dazed and unsettled. Faris peered closer, flipping up his own mask with a toss of his head, like a visor. It revealed a strong nose and a bright, alert blue eyes.
"I take it you're a stranger here, Sir Actaeon? Are you hale?"
You know, for all of Faris's bluster... He sounded kind of concerned. Like, actually worried. He had apparently decided to take Actaeon under his protection, and would bear with no argument.
He nodded, trying to understand what she meant."So this is...is being reborn." he stated softly, "Correcting mistakes." At least he reasoned that much. Otherwise why would he remember everything?
@Niriya
The stag blinked, finally understanding what she had meant. It was a game. He barely remembered his own childhood; he didn't think he had ever played a game like that. At her sadness he lowered his head toward the ground, peering at her through his mask, "I'm sorry. I guess I do not know that game." he answered softly.
@Seed
Actaeon didn't know how to respond to that question. Half of it was he was taken aback, half because he genuinely didn't know. He didn't feel unwell...maybe just a little fatigued. Yet, the more he grasped the concept of where he was and who he was talking to, the more grounded he felt. He gave a slow shake of his head, mindful of the scarf against his neck.
"I do not believe I am. I am just adjusting to this...this...reality."
Startled out of her thoughts, Pica jerked her head up, eyes surprised, and very nearly collided with Acton's head. She skipped back awkwardly, long fawn legs tangling together in unco-ordination before plopping down butt first with wide eyes. "Oh." Was all she could manage.
(NB Acton will be his name for her now on. = u = teehee)
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Blood. Flashes of white light. The shouting, the leering, the faint roars of an angry lion. They always started out like that. Always crowded his senses, smothering him to the point to where he couldn't breathe. Then it would just disappear, fade away into nothing, leaving him feeling nothing other than the pair of swords in his hand and the weak armor covering his arms. It was all he had other than his wits to keep him alive.
He felt nothing. It was the only defense he had to the torture of watching his friends, his comrades, the men that looked up to him bleed out before his eyes. He should have died with them, their eyes told him that. Full of trust, full of faith that of any of them, he was the one who had the strongest chance of surviving long enough to be a free man. That they were sacrificing their existence as so he had a chance.
He awoke with a start, his head swimming as his stumbled to his feet. He swayed, staring at the ground that he could see, feeling a mask on his face and the ground under his hooves. Hooves? He didn't bother trying to understand as his body was too busy trying to not fall on his face as his legs tried to support him. He ended up pressing his side against a tree, using it to support him as he stared around him, breathing heavily. Trees. All he could see were trees and an unfamiliar land. Was this the Land of the Gods?
Or had he finally got away from the Romans?
Lazily flicking her ears at
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
The stag's ears flickered-it
Pica, regardless of the stare
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
(Is Ranore playing now? O.o)
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
He watched her for a moment,
She wriggled with excitement
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
Stop being adorable! xD She's
He watched her get all excited, deciding to be nice guy and at least repeat her name, "Pica..."
(can't help it. D8) She skids
She skids to a halt and turns her head attentively to the stag. "Yup?"
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
((Would this be a seperate
@Seed I think separate would
@niriya
I'll answer in a little bit! I don't have a lot of time right now.
@Sun ~ okiedokie. -flops-
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
He tilted his head, but
The stag's gray eyes watched the fawn, wondering where her mother was. She seemed so little, like how a newborn child would look if they grew like deer did.
(I need to go for a bit, will
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
She tiptoed closer and
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
I'd love to roleplay, shall I
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
The stag didn't have a chance
"Actaeon," it took him a few moments longer to respond than it should have, but he answered nonetheless.
@CrazyOwl:
That's very kind of you take an interest in this kiddo! His "bio"-this could be considered more of an RP blog until he has an established place, so to speak, in the forest- will contain much, much more information over time. If you want you could start a separate RP, since Actaeon tends to become more reserved around multiple deer.
"..okie dokie.." and with
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
((Alright, let's go)) One
One thing he'd notice in his scan was a tall human-faced deer. A stag, heavily muscled and heavy-antlered, with a proud stance and a reckless grin. He must have seemed a strange creature, but as introductions to the forest goes, it wasn't that odd. He wore a white half-mask with black fringes, raised like the visor of a helmet. His body was various intertwining shades of passionate red, and when the stag -- Faris -- saw the other rise unsteadily, he charged over. Mere words like running did not describe it. Head down, teeth gritted in a mad grin, antlers forward -- it was difficult to read his intention in that charge, whether it was friendly or deadly. He picked up speed, thundering down the hills...
And then...
He skidded right past the confused person, unable to slow himself down in time. When he lifted his head, his mask had fallen over his eyes, hiding them in a mostly translucent orange spot. All you could see was his cleft, manly chin and his big shiny white teeth. No, not grinning was not an option.
"Are you well, good sir? Your stance seems most unsettled; do you require aid?"
@Niriya The stag was taken
The stag was taken aback by how much she trusted him in the short amount of time she knew him, but he simply lowered his head, shifting enough to where she could snuggle against his fur if she wished.
She's such a cutie. I see them getting along well.
@Seed
All he registered was something barreling toward him, past him and speaking. He tensed, trying to wheel around to meet whoever it was that was attacking him, only to blink as they skittered past him. Actaeon couldn't even respond to his question, he was so taken aback. Though when the other turned to face him he shifted, surprised by the use of 'good sir' and rather creeped out by the smile. He felt like he was being studied by some crazed beast. Plus...no one had ever referred to him by that. Not except for those rare moments when someone remembered their manners, or rather, forget his status.
Woken by the movement, she
She can be so annoying at times. D8
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
Faris waited for a response.
“Cat got your tongue, sir? Ah, well. Many have this problem when they stand face-to-face with the forest's own (long-absent, I admit) preux chevalier, Sir Faris of the Rose! Now, who might you be?"
There. Hopefully he wasn't too intimidated...The fact of the matter was, all of Faris's friends had either long-departed...Or were such infrequent visitors that he had no more hope of seeing them. Yes, like it or not, he had no more comerades-in-arms... So he would have to do his best! He was going to make friendship with all the determination in his body!
@niriya The stag offered no
The stag offered no response, though he made more of an effort at keeping himself still. He had never considered himself a pillow before, but he didn't mind it. It gave him a chance to think in peace. He studied the fawn out of the corner of his gaze. She seemed like a sweet little thing. For a fawn.
@Seed
Actaeon just stared at him, trying to process this information. He backed up at his boldness, his ears flicking back as he felt his hip hit the side of the tree trunk.
He didn't understand half of what he said, nor his self given-or was it given by the Gods?- title. He opened his mouth to speak, but went silent. He didn't even know how to properly address him.
Snoozing quietly against the
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
Sorry for the late reply ^^
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
@niriya He was suddenly
He was suddenly pulled back to reality by the fawn starting awake, squeaking out something that sounded like gibberish if he hadn't been really paying attention. He was noticeably surprised by her outburst, his head jerking to the side slightly as his eyes shifted to look down at her. Wasn't she just sleeping? He had forgotten that a child's version of sleep and an adult's were much different. He just looked at her, before tilting his head to the side in a questioning gesture. What?
@Owl
You can start if you want. Or if you can't think of anything, I can.
Can you please?
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
Tilting her head in a
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
Faris sighed. Overwhelmed was
"I'm sorry; I should have asked; do you speak, sir? Have no fear; despite my lofty appearances, I am but an errant soldier of justice!"
@Owl Quote:Blood. Flashes of
I had a starting post already up. Does this work for you? If not I can get another.
@Niriya
Actaeon just stared at her. He was still at a loss as to what she wanted him to do. She had just repeated herself and trotted off. What? Hide? What? He wasn't too interested in getting up, not when he was perfectly happy right where he was, but she seemed intent on getting him to follow...or...or do whatever it was she wanted. Annoyed, he got himself to stand, his joints a little stiff from sitting for as long as he had been. He just stood there a moment, still at a loss, before taking a tentative step toward her. Did she want him to follow her?
@Seed
Of the jumble of words being spoken, one stood out to him. Soldier. This male was a soldier of sorts? He tensed, his stance shifting as he tried to study him, at lest enough to where he could distinguish what type of soldier he was. It didn't occur to him that the word was just another of a phrase, since the term to him was genuine. It was something real. It didn't really own a double meaning in his world.
"Soldier?" he murmured, tilting his head at him.
Excited that the of-same was
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
She was walking in the
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
@Niriya Actaeon felt himself
Actaeon felt himself grow frustrated, but he didn't allow it to show. He did the only thing he could think of doing: follow her. Slowly, he stalked toward her, pausing just at the trunk, confused as to what to do. Staring at her ear for a moment, he tentatively stretched his neck, poking her ear with his nose.
@Owl
Wow, I didn't read "Do you want a link?" I would love to know who he's RPing with. Rosa? Is it? Or is it one of the other characters?
Actaeon just stared at her for a moment, confused before the words started to click in his mind. Was he okay? He gave a curt nod, making an effort to get his breathing under control. He watched them out of the corner of his mask, slowly easing himself toward the ground. What was this place?
Giggling quietly behind the
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
@Niriya He stepped back, his
He stepped back, his head jerking back up when the fawn squeaked and came out of hiding. It took him a moment to comprehend her words, but when he did he was confused. His turn? To hide behind a tree? He tilted his head, watching her.
"Why?"
Yepperz Rosa it is
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Rosa smiled wider at the nod and sat down as he did, tucking in her legs. "Im Rosa, and your name?" she asked. He looked unusualy lost and that made her wonder why. She hasn't seen him around before, and she should know she has meent a lot of people most nice some a little mean, though lemon would call that a understatment. She looked back at the buck, her petels from her crown fell to the ground. She almost thought there hug size differnce was halures, but just stated quite letting her eyes to the laughing.
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
@Owl "Actaeon," he answered
"Actaeon," he answered after a few heartbeats of silence. His voice was flat, not showing any sort of emotion. He didn't seem to mind her company one way or the other. But he didn't go out of his way to make her feel welcome. He watched her out of the corner of his mask, but didn't bother turning his head.
Faris beamed. Ah, the
"It's a way of putting it, anyway. I'm not some petty war-monger, though. I am a knight who follows his code and his heart!"
He paused and flicked his ear back.
"Or something of that nature, anyway. But, sir, your name, if you've got one. If not, it'd be my pleasure to give you one to use here."
He couldn't help but roll his
He had almost not heard the question, but his ears flicked to catch the voice. He was conscious of the action since it was just...so odd, "Actaeon," he muttered, giving a slight nod.
"Are you new to the forest?"
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
The forest? He pondered over
The last thing he had remembered didn't involve running out into the woods. Or finding himself surrounded in a weird place full of deer who could talk and had human faces...
She nodded conferming her
I'm always open to roleplay ^^
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I'm always open to roleplay ^^
His ears drooped as he
"I don't really know my self,
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Pica blinked, confused on why
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!
There was nothing quite like
"Ah, a pleasure!"
He was still unsure about the state of this stranger, who had seemed so dazed and unsettled. Faris peered closer, flipping up his own mask with a toss of his head, like a visor. It revealed a strong nose and a bright, alert blue eyes.
"I take it you're a stranger here, Sir Actaeon? Are you hale?"
You know, for all of Faris's bluster... He sounded kind of concerned. Like, actually worried. He had apparently decided to take Actaeon under his protection, and would bear with no argument.
@Owl He nodded, trying to
He nodded, trying to understand what she meant."So this is...is being reborn." he stated softly, "Correcting mistakes." At least he reasoned that much. Otherwise why would he remember everything?
@Niriya
The stag blinked, finally understanding what she had meant. It was a game. He barely remembered his own childhood; he didn't think he had ever played a game like that. At her sadness he lowered his head toward the ground, peering at her through his mask, "I'm sorry. I guess I do not know that game." he answered softly.
@Seed
Actaeon didn't know how to respond to that question. Half of it was he was taken aback, half because he genuinely didn't know. He didn't feel unwell...maybe just a little fatigued. Yet, the more he grasped the concept of where he was and who he was talking to, the more grounded he felt. He gave a slow shake of his head, mindful of the scarf against his neck.
"I do not believe I am. I am just adjusting to this...this...reality."
Startled out of her thoughts,
(NB Acton will be his name for her now on. = u = teehee)
Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!