Picked up on a now-familiar scent while going on a sprint out of sheer boredom. Followed it and found Lats'vel alone (or so he thought; didn't see a sleeping Kaeltiir at first). Took this as an opportunity to personally thank the boar for his help the other day, and to apologize for being an ass. His apology took the form of a clumsy bow because let's face it, he's awkward enough as he is, but the boar seemed to get it and was pretty welcoming. Watched in confusion as Lats'vel began to stomp the ground, unsure of what was going on. Was it a threat, a warning or something else? Stared uncertainly like an idiot, finally getting it when the frustrated boar plopped down and back up. Ohhh...right, yeah, knew that all along. Finally settled down, embarrassed but at least Lats' was satisfied. Felt a little annoyed with himself for taking orders, but A) Lats'vel is freaking huge and scary, and B) he owed the boar that much anyway for looking out for him. Feels a twinge of, gasp, respect developing for Big Bacon, though yeah he would totally never admit that. Pffright.
Almost instantly felt bored just sitting. Scoped out Anonymous off in the distance and went over to check him out. Erratically sniffed and rubbed experimentally to see how macho and menacing he could make himself out to be (and mayyybe trying to show off for Lats' as well but lolyeahsure dream on kid), but Anon only seemed confused. Meh, oh well. Decided the stag was interesting and tried to get him to romp/spar. Anon couldn't quite seem to get the hang of it and soon wandered off. Allllrighty then. Huffed and plopped back down near Lats' again. Itching to spar with a tree, but wondering if that would annoy the boar/make him wonder if he was trying to bust his head open again.
Spazzed a bit when a few deer came crashing by; twitchy weirdo mode initiated. Smacked a tree and refocused attention on Anon, who had wandered back. Messed with him a little more, then started a staring contest. Getting really creeped out by that mask. Basically everything resulted in the two trying to out-weird each other. Stared warily at Rajih when he appeared, contemplated, then went in for a couple of sniffs. Satisfied when the Thing backed up. Returned to his former position by Lats' after Anon left again and when he got fed up by random deer shenanigans. Later sneezed/spat at by Rajih, too stunned to do anything except watch the Thing leave.
Sat stewing for a bit, not wanting to let that go. Hell no. Finally got up and followed Rajih's scent back to the Old Oak. Hesitated when he saw that the Thing was sleeping near his equal. He had no intention of fighting, but seeing as how the Things seemed close to Lats', he might as well try to make peace. Rajih stiffly got up and mock-charged, but the buck stood his ground. Made a couple of friendly yet wary gestures and got a sniff in. The Thing seemed to loosen up at this, and to Hannibal's surprise he invited him to sit. Did so, stiffening when Rajih nuzzled him but took this as a good thing. Didn't expect everything to be forgiven so easily, but hey, works for him. Was tense for a bit, but soon relaxed when Rajih showed no signs of changing his mind. Decided that he really needed to stop being so paranoid all the time (good luck with that, bub).
a loyal and giving friend a cocky weirdo to strangers fast talker, quick thinker standoffish to authority "big brother" complex day-by-day mentality self-destructive trouble-maker insomniac wanderer sarcastic thief
past is a mystery; wishes to recover his memories entered the forest through De Drinkplaats stole his skull mask from a creature who cursed him curse left him antlerless and changed his picto into a 'target' makes up for it with speed, footwork and powerful kicks very bitter over the matter; will not recount it to anyone puts on a 'tough guy' visage; utterly fails at it but persists does his damnedest to not show weakness getting his arse handed to him is inevitable hyperactive; can't stay still for extended periods of time plays by himself a lot; 'spars' with rocks and trees less likely to be a spaz when with quiet company has a soft spot for kids; playful, protective; a brotherly figure
something else goes here idk
relationships?? stuff sdkjf
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Years of running from predators and even fighting back meant that her reflexes would be pretty good, seeing as she grew up alone and completely vulnerable to anything. Once he suddenly pushed forward, the doe reacted quickly and allowed him to push her back a bit, before she pushed forwards against him. If only I had antlers, She thought to herself, showing off another gentle smirk as he spoke. "If that was all I had, do you think I'd still be on my hooves right now?" With that, the muscles beneath her blue pelt tensed as she stepped forward as much as she could, attempting to back him up with her strength. She was no where as strong as he was, but she wouldn't admit that.
"It feels...like I have a big clunky mask on my head," Zash replied, his head tilting as he sought out Hannibal's face. "Or that I'll tip over if I move too quickly," He added with a smile. It felt weird, to say the least. The bone of the skull grated against the bone of his antlers, which was distracting in it's own right, but it didn't necessarily hurt. It just felt uncomfortable. He slowly got up, his legs shifting around in an attempt to keep himself balanced, but all he managed to do was cause himself to fall over. He fought to catch himself as he fell though, managing to keep the mask away from the ground as so it didn't get covered in dirt, or far worse, broke. Aside from another bruise on an already mangled pride, both the mask and the stag were otherwise unhurt. Zash remained in an embarrassed silence, hoping that maybe at that angle Hannibal wouldn't see his face. Yet after several seconds of silence he broke it with a softer laughing fit, as if he was self conscious of the thought of really laughing.
Bunnycorn Fortunately, one didn't need antlers to enjoy a decent (and relatively safer) shoving-match. Hannibal should know, after all. A rackless doe had just as much chance to knock him to the ground as a decorated deer. That being said, her strength surprised him. He did not think she was weak, not at all; he simply did not expect to find her to be close to his match. Grinned widely when at her rhetorical question and prepared to thrust himself forward...but was instead met with much surprised when she jolted back into him. Completely caught off-guard, the buck's back legs slipped and he stumbled back a few steps, not-so-smoothly catching himself so as to not fall onto his rump. When he finally righted himself, his stance was quite ridiculous: frozen in place, eyes wide and knees bent in, the resemblance to a bewildered newborn fawn was uncanny. "Uhh...good job! You uh...you totally did what I expected you to do. Yeah...I let you do that," he stammered, cheeks flushing. With a flick of his neck the skull settled further down over his forehead, effectively hiding his embarrassment but it was probably too late anyway.
Waning-Sun Chuckled a little nervously at Zash's remarks, an odd feeling brewing in his chest. Maybe this was a bad idea. He felt like he pressured the grey into doing something that he didn't want to do. The buck's cheeks began to redden with shame and inner frustration, the latter of which was of course aimed at himself. After a moment of trying to read Zash's expressions, Hannibal opened his mouth to apologize and to offer to remove the skull...and just as he did so, his chest tightened when the grey toppled over. The freckled buck tensed but remained frozen in place, unsure of whether he should move in to help or not. He knew that the grey didn't like to be helped, but still... "Oh man...are you okay?" the buck managed to croak when the initial shock wore off, becoming even more nervous when only silence greeted him. But then, soft laughter. It was a halting laugh, one that felt unsure of itself, but it was laughter nevertheless. Hannibal managed to smile sheepishly at this, and then gingerly took a step towards the fallen buck. "Here...it's probably giving you a headache," Hannibal stated with a weak chuckle as he carefully removed the skull. He let it drop to his hooves, then before he knew what he was doing he was gently nosing through Zash's hair. "I'm sorry...totally my fault," he mumbled.
The Gray's laughing fit had died when Hannibal removed the skull, but he didn't really accept the apology when there was nothing to apologize for in the first place. "I fell over, it's okay. I tend to lose my balance and fall over on my own accord anyway, don't worry about it." He slowly got to this hooves, flashing a smile at Hannibal, "Really it's okay."
Grinned a little at this, feeling relieved at how effortlessly Zash brushed such an incident off. "Well hey, me too. Like, all the time. Constantly," he replied with a wide grin, feeling pretty charmed by Zash's smile. It was a nice thing to see. Paused for a moment, then added with a wink, "I bet you could totally kick my ass, though. Just saying."
Ariana showed off a proud smile as he stumbled backwards before not so smoothly catching himself, knees bent inwards."You let me win? The doe challenged, stepping forwards to put her face in his. Staring into his wide eyes, she'd narrow hers, before flipping her hair and looking away. "Whatever. That's so not fair." She noticed his embarrassment but didn't bother saying anything about it. The small doe was now facing away from the young buck, tail flagged just slightly. One hoof lifted, her ears were swiveled back to listen to what he was going to say, peeking at him through the corner of her eyes.
Started a little when the doe pushed her face close to his, and without a doubt his eyes were now comically wide. His own tail, long as it was, was tucked slightly between his legs. He had been confronted by quite a few in his short life, but never by a girl. How was he supposed to react to that? Continued to stand perfectly still until the doe flipped her hair and turned her back to him. Dropping his stance, the buck let out a silent whoosh of breath and softly cleared his throat. "Uh, well...okay, maybe I didn't totally let you win. I, uh..." His mouth went slack for a moment as he tried to think of how to explain himself, but eventually just gave in. "Alright, you totally got me. Just, um...don't tell anyone, alright?" he mumbled, though he grinned sheepishly from beneath the skull.
"I'm not going to tell anybody. Do you honestly think I would?" The doe was saddened by this, but didn't show it. Turning back to face him, she tilted her head slightly before looking away to think. Not sure what about.. she just thought. Thought about all of the other things she could be doing, but here she was, sparring with some buck. Honestly, she though it was cool, and grinned widely at the thought. Once realizing that she was caught up in her thoughts, she quickly looked back to him, but looked down afterwards in embarrassment. Clearing her throat, her emerald eyes finally looked back up to meet him, and she exhaled softly."That was the first time I've ever.. done that Fought with someone. Not actually.. fight.. but.. you know."
Zash held his gaze for a moment, pretending to stare at him thoughtfully- as if he was sizing him up- before giving a snort and shaking his head the smile sliding off his face, "I'm not a brawler. I tried to be, but that's just not cut out for me, before or after my...accident. I got dragged into fights more than I started them, and the only reason I'm here talking to you is because someone came along and saved my ass." he shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was nothing, "I'm really no more threatening than a bunny."
Bunnycorn Continued to grin sheepishly, and with some strain as his embarrassment prevailed. He was surprised that she wasn't gloating about her accomplishment; the buck had, over the years, become so used to the idea of being humiliated that it was just to be expected at this point. But no, this doe was definitely the humble type. "No...I guess not," he admitted with a halting chuckle, straightening his posture and shifting the skull back from his eyes so she can see his face. Watched her expressions carefully, puzzled when he saw embarrassment there. As she spoke, his grin morphed into a warm smile, and he chuckled lightly. "Well, I'm honored to be your first. You're pretty good, you know that? Like, really. You gave me a run for my money." Winked and padded closer, pausing for a moment to stretch and crack his neck. Ah yeah, that's better.
Waning-Sun Playfully stared back at the grey, tilting his head up slightly and narrowing his eyes. After a moment he had to bite down on the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from busting out laughing; he simply felt ridiculous. Blinked and erased his own smile as Zash explained, a frown soon replacing it. Who the hell would drag the poor guy into a fight? "Well, I'm glad you still have people who look out for you. You're lucky; not everyone has friends who have their back," Hannibal said with a sad smile. He of all people should know. He then forced a chuckle and added, "Bunnies can be pretty scary when they need to be. You're a tough cookie; I definitely wouldn't want to start anything with you."
He remained silent, having caught the sad look on Hannibal's face. But he couldn't help but ask "Tougher than a bunny?" a smile crossing his face, showing that he was teasing, as he continued in a gentler voice "You know I've got your back, don't you? I won't let anything happen to you if I can help it."
[-joins in the fangirling!- I love Tulio so much, but when all is said and done I cannot picture Hannibal with a European accent and a deep voice. D; Hanni ain't mature enough for that! :9 Though, his mannerisms are still very similar. n_n]
Hannibal's grin matched Zash's smile. "Way tougher than a bunny." Chuckled softly at this, and then tilted his head when the grey went on. This genuinely caught the buck by surprise, and he was not quite sure what to say to that at first. Eyes wide and cheeks pink, he lightly chewed on his bottom lip and cast his gaze to the ground. No one had ever said or offered just a thing to him before. Zash certainly was special. "I...wow. Thank you... I don't know what to say," Hannibal said softly, allowing his eyes to meet the grey's own. He smiled sheepishly and added, "No, I do know what to say: I have your back too. And if there's anything you need, body guard or punching bag or whatever, you can always come to me." Smiled wider at this; he had never made such a promise to anyone else before.
[~SCREAMS~ OH MY GOD this is such a wonderful surprise!! I am going to gush about it in her blog right away! Thank you so much for showing me, sweetie! ;u; ♥]
[Hahhaha. Awe Hanni. -It's okay bud, everyone knows your just a big tough guy >.>- No, I like JT's voice for him. Plus it gives me a reason to listen to some NSYNC. Zash has sort of a light country accent- can't sing though, I don't think. Maybe quietly. But he doesn't really have that accent in the Forest, only when he's a human, and even there he can make it a thicker or lighter accent depending. He can bring it out on will though, mostly to make fun of himself. and Hehehe, I thought you would! Cradle's art is so awesome and I thought Crier would look adorable in it.]
...you can always come to me, "I might just take you up on that," he murmured, staring at the ground, before bringing his head up to look Hannibal in the eye with a slight smile on his face. "If you need me, I'm always around here somewhere. Sometimes I go to the human world or some middle place, but not often...and I can always let another friend know where I am...so if you ever need me and I'm not there, you could find me easily enough. Rest assured I am there for you, through thick and thin." He gave him a bow at that, a full bow, as if that would show how sincere he was. He was a tad slow getting back up though, as keeping his balance was harder, but for some reason it didn't color his cheeks with embarrassment. He went on in a more serious tone "I don't know what sort of past you have or who you're were getting away from, but you don't appear to be bad at heart. I'll protect you, if it ever comes down to it."
[Haha, I don't even need a reason to listen to N*Sync! c: Aahhh I love that description for Zash's voice, I can totally picture it. Sweet country boy ;u; Gahh I am still reeling over how adorable he looks! Her style certainly is wonderful. You are such a doll for requesting him djdgkjf ♥]
The buck's blush reddened tenfold as Zash went on, overwhelmed by the kindness of the male who not just a few days ago was merely a stranger to him. For the first time since Hannibal could remember, he felt that he could trust the grey completely and utterly, without question. Chuckled lightly as the other male bowed, and then awkwardly returned it. He didn't feel fancy enough to pull off a bow, but he would definitely at least try for his friend. The color that was now present in the grey's cheeks was very charming, if not comforting. Hannibal's ears slid back slightly at the mention of his past, but he quickly shook it off and offered a gentle smile. Normally he would reject or even laugh at the idea of being protected, but when it came to Zash it truly warmed and flattered him.
"Aw man, look at what you've done: makin' me blush," Hannibal chuckled, ducking his head down slightly as his freckles appeared to comically pop out against his pink cheeks. "I never thought I'd be at a loss for words, but well, there's a first for everything." Regarded Zash fully with a wide smile, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly leaned in to briefly nose at the grey's cheek. "Thank you...again. It means a lot to me," he mumbled shyly as he pulled back.
The doe watched him carefully as he spoke, and once he was done, she shyly looked down with a gentle smile."Heh, thanks.. I'm not that good.. ain't no reason you gotta' stretch the truth." She shrugged softly before looking up, right on time to see him pad closer. Ariana watched as he stretched and cracked his neck, causing a shiver to run down her spine. The hind's emerald oculars landed on the skull that rested neatly on his head, and she suddenly felt curious about it."I don't mean to be nosy or anything.. but where'd you get that skull? It looks great on you, by the way." She thought she might as well add in a compliment. The only thing had that fit on her face was a little blackish blue mask that she kept buried at the oak, rather annoyed by it's presence.
Laughed lightly at her response. "I'm stretching nothin'. I'm actually dead serious; you're really tough," he replied, and had to catch himself from adding, for a girl. Yeah, that probably wouldn't fly too well with her, even though he would never mean anything harmful by it. Ariana simply seemed too elegant to be a tough cookie, and she proved him wrong. Everyone was full of surprises, it appeared.
Was a little caught off-guard by her questioning of the skull, as well as the compliment. At first he didn't know which to reply to right away. "Oh, uh...thanks!" he stuttered with a slight blush, awkwardly grinning before clearing his throat and straightening his posture once again. "I got it from back home. Before I came here, I mean. I uh...I found it, so I took it," he went on, his throat going a little dry. Oh, he took it all right. From someone else, no less, but no way he would ever admit to that. It was the very reason he was emasculated, after all. "Dunno what it belonged to, either... Some nasty dude, no doubt," Hannibal mumbled, though he grinned a little. With a flick of his neck he made the jaws rattle, eliciting a 'scary' face and a growl from the buck as he poorly imitated whatever living thing the skull once inhabited. "Grrawr!"
"No problem," Ariana smiled with a soft laugh as he blushed, followed by an awkward grin. At his last sentence, she squinted softly as if confused."He coulda' been really nice, you never know. What if he only looked scary, but wasn't actually harmful?" She faded off towards the end, feeling as if he wouldn't care about what she had to say. I mean, he probably took down this huge monster, and here she was, saying that it was harmless and he ended it's life! Looking away, she cleared her throat, before her eyes snapped back to him when he rattled the jaws. A smile split her lips and a light giggle followed, stepping back and tilting her head at the buck."You're really funny, you know that?"
[Yesss he's my sweet little country boy and haha I'm glad you like him! ]
Zash had remained somewhat quiet during his response, moved by the fact he made him blush- usually he only managed that with women- and bow in return. Though he fought the urge to pull his head away from the other's touch, he remained still for the sake of not making the situation all the more awkward. When Hannibal pulled his head back he relaxed a bit, releasing a breath he held in, "That's what friendship is Hannibal." A smile flickered on his face, "We look out for each other."
Bunnycorn He coulda been really nice, you never know. Huh, he'd never thought of that. Oh well, the thing was dead so what did it matter? That was his typical attitude anyway. Hannibal simply rolled his shoulders, but when he saw that she was genuinely concerned for the long-dead thing he quickly collected his empathy. And so a feeble smile accompanied his indifferent appearance, but before he could think of anything to say on the matter she was looking away. Real smooth, Hanni. Man, why were girls so dang sensitive? Despite all that her smile and giggle was very reassuring. Funny, huh? He'd never been called that before...well, at least not in such a friendly tone. Usually it was more of an aggressive, rhetorical question: You think you're funny?!"Heh, thanks. You are too...in a good way," he replied with a half-grin, hating how warm his face felt. But hey, she wasn't making fun of him for being an awkward spaz, so that was a plus.
Waning-Sun It hadn't fazed him at first, but just as he was pulling back Hannibal realized just how awkward he must have made the grey feel. Some tension came off of the other male...nothing malicious, just uncertain. Uncomfortable. Damnit... Biting the inside of his cheek, the buck kept his expression in check so as to make nothing seem amiss. Where did that even come from, touching his cheek like that? The buck's heart hammered in his chest as he avoided eye contact with the grey, fearing the worst. But no reprimanding came...just a gentle voice with gentle words. Hannibal's eyes flicked up to see that Zash was smile, and one crept across his own lips as well. It was impossible to hold it back. "Yeah...that's right. No matter what," he agreed, his voice suddenly soft and small. He was still embarrassed, and perhaps there was even an apologetic look in his eye, but what mattered was that Zash was no upset. Hannibal just needed to respect the other's space, that's all.
[Awkward!Hanni is awkward. D; Zash is the sweetest country boy, indeed. Okay I'll stop gushing now, haha! ♥]
ya know I really need to stop just stalking this bio periodically and respond to Erari and Hannibal`s rp two pages ago where is the muse hello is that it oh no ok then sorry SOB
Poppyyyy -wraps myself around you and strokes your face- shhshhh ;; Iz 'kay, really! I completely understand because my own muse likes to give me brain-wedgies and beat up everything I love right before my weeping eyes. TnT Take you time, doll! No rush, ever~ ♥
Rofl that is pretty much exactly what I would do. Only more like a cat-snake monstrosity :}
Muse is bad. Evil. No cookies for muse. ;n; Haha, well semi-related! He's just chilling with Mateo and Britt's unnamed durr; they were spazzing out for quite a while. :9 I gotta get off my lazy butt and updates grahh sjhaffk -disintegrates-
-holds you by your shoulders- We're gonna get through this, Poppy! We will recover from our creative repression...someday... ;n; -weeps quietly into the sunset-
"No matter what," he echoed the smile barely leaving his face. He didn't feel like talking about what just transpired, as that would be more explaining than he cared to give at that time. Maybe some other time. It wasn't like he was going anywhere any time soon anyway.
[Awwe Hannibal it's not your fault. You poor little awkward thing. I feel like this is a good stoping point for this one? They'll probably have plenty more RPs to come!]
The buck simply regarded the other male and smiled as well, feeling more relieved and relaxed. This was good, very good. He wasn't sure exactly what he did to have deserved knowing of Zash's existence, but he certainly wasn't about to question it. For the remainder of the day the two remained in each others' company. It did not matter whether silence followed them, or if they talked for hours: it always felt right. It felt like home.
Rofl he's such a weenie, bawwh. :} Sure, that's fine! I look forward to them having more encounters and shenanigans~ c: ♥
Ariana tilted her head, a sly look to her eyes as if she didn't believe him. "Thanks, I guess. Honestly, I really don't care whether or not you killed the thing. To me, I see us all as little ants suffering in this giant labyrinth. We're all going to die at one point, right? Well, some of us at least." Her voice was almost confident, and revealed that she could honestly talk for hours. If she knew how to read, she would have been doing that instead, reading him her favorite lines or quotes or even poems that intrigued her. She knew she was rambling, but honestly couldn't give two shits. She wasn't even talking about the forest, when she said 'labyrinth', but instead was talking about life itself.
Waning-Sun: I absolutely agree! Zash definitely needs to remember to be a kid, and Hanni would have no trouble bringing that out of him. n_n I'll be throwing him back into the forest very very soon; I miss having him whack his head on things :9
In all honesty, her personal revelation caught him by surprise. Hannibal stared at her for a long moment, and then chuckled nervously. "Well that's...insightful of you. But aren't you a bit too young to think about death and all that gloomy stuff?" he inquired, tilting his head with a raised brow. "I wouldn't even go far as to say that we suffer here. The forest itself doesn't make us suffer; we just bring that on ourselves." The buck nodded at his own thought, confident that he was quite brilliant. Brilliant enough to misunderstood what she meant by 'labyrinth', clearly, but his point still applied. After a long stretch and popping his neck, Hannibal rubbed his shoulder against an elm that stood beside them and settled down at its base, his long legs tucked beneath him.
If anyone can remind him he's still a kid, it's Hannibal. Something about his personality Zash responds really well to.
And on a slightly related note: Crier is so freaking adorable.
Pfft. Poor little awkward Hanni. They do work well together. Hanni sort of builds Zash up a bit, and in turn tones Hanni down. It'd be interesting to put them in a situation-maybe pertaining to Hanni's plot?- and see how they work together. And have some childish fun too. Because Zash is acting like a very old person when he's not right now.
And awwweee. He loves the little guy. Those big eyes on him are beyond adorable.
That is a very good way of putting it: building up, toning down. They're like the yin to the other's yang. n_n I would very much love to see them thrown into a plot together; I'm sure that would make for some very interesting role-playing (also I'll be getting my Skype stuff together soon so that'll help lol). Plus I've never quite had the opportunity to expand on a character's backstory, so that is an exciting idea. Lol, poor Old Man Zash. Hopefully Hanni won't end up annoying him into oblivion with his antics! :9
Haha awh, I think it's safe to say that Crier has perfected the art of big, sad puppy eyes~ ;u; XD
Pffft. Zash needs to learn to let go and have fun again. He's been too serious for too long :/ Yay for getting Skype stuff together! That'd make it easier for RPing and talking out plot lines and such. Really excited for that!
I give Crier the award for big puppy dog eyes. If Zash met him...he would melt in a puddle and need to adopt him because he's too cute for his own good.
He totally does! Alas, war does that to a young 'un. >: Pfff, could you imagine if his human self ended up in Hannibal's timeline (which I've been placing at late-70s to early-80s)? Hanni would be dragging him around to do all these fun things and poor Zash would probably be having panic attacks ajdsh ;n; And, indeed! I'm excited for it, too~ <:
Haha, oh my god and Zash would charm Crier's socks off as well! Gahh they're both so cute what the hell dfkj ;u;
"No, not exactly.. I had to grow up way too soon, Hannibal.." The doe attempted to avoid his gaze now, but eventually looked towards him."Sometimes, bad things happen to good creatures." Not only did she feel as if those seven words meant so much more than she wanted them to, but she surprised herself with how serious she had become. Stop being so gloomy and depressing, Ariana, She heard the words repeat in her head, as if being spoken by another organism. It was simply her own mind though; she'd put herself down for as long as she remembered. The doe was so much more than a happy-go-lucky tiny little thing; she was broken in some parts beyond repair. It was as if she had thoughts jumbled up in highways inside her mind that she couldn't quite fathom into words.
Pfft panic attacks galore. He'd be hiding behind Hannibal and cowering the whole time...probably would play stupid if someone tried to talk to him. And having horrible culture shock. So yeah...panicking. And if it was around the 4th of July...goodness I'd feel bad for Hannibal.
Aww, poor guy! :c Hanni would do his best to protect him, though admittedly he would also get frustrated a lot lol. He's too fidgety for patience! :9 Oh geez, if it was around the 4th I'd feel bad for Zash... ;_; Hanni would probably try to beat up the firecrackers XD Also aahhh I just realized I would love for Zash to eventually know Hannibal's real name pffdfj I'll cry ;u;
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Bunnycorn
Fortunately, one didn't need antlers to enjoy a decent (and relatively safer) shoving-match. Hannibal should know, after all. A rackless doe had just as much chance to knock him to the ground as a decorated deer. That being said, her strength surprised him. He did not think she was weak, not at all; he simply did not expect to find her to be close to his match. Grinned widely when at her rhetorical question and prepared to thrust himself forward...but was instead met with much surprised when she jolted back into him. Completely caught off-guard, the buck's back legs slipped and he stumbled back a few steps, not-so-smoothly catching himself so as to not fall onto his rump. When he finally righted himself, his stance was quite ridiculous: frozen in place, eyes wide and knees bent in, the resemblance to a bewildered newborn fawn was uncanny. "Uhh...good job! You uh...you totally did what I expected you to do. Yeah...I let you do that," he stammered, cheeks flushing. With a flick of his neck the skull settled further down over his forehead, effectively hiding his embarrassment but it was probably too late anyway.
Waning-Sun
Chuckled a little nervously at Zash's remarks, an odd feeling brewing in his chest. Maybe this was a bad idea. He felt like he pressured the grey into doing something that he didn't want to do. The buck's cheeks began to redden with shame and inner frustration, the latter of which was of course aimed at himself. After a moment of trying to read Zash's expressions, Hannibal opened his mouth to apologize and to offer to remove the skull...and just as he did so, his chest tightened when the grey toppled over. The freckled buck tensed but remained frozen in place, unsure of whether he should move in to help or not. He knew that the grey didn't like to be helped, but still... "Oh man...are you okay?" the buck managed to croak when the initial shock wore off, becoming even more nervous when only silence greeted him. But then, soft laughter. It was a halting laugh, one that felt unsure of itself, but it was laughter nevertheless. Hannibal managed to smile sheepishly at this, and then gingerly took a step towards the fallen buck. "Here...it's probably giving you a headache," Hannibal stated with a weak chuckle as he carefully removed the skull. He let it drop to his hooves, then before he knew what he was doing he was gently nosing through Zash's hair. "I'm sorry...totally my fault," he mumbled.
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Zash held his gaze for a
Bunnycorn Continued to grin
Continued to grin sheepishly, and with some strain as his embarrassment prevailed. He was surprised that she wasn't gloating about her accomplishment; the buck had, over the years, become so used to the idea of being humiliated that it was just to be expected at this point. But no, this doe was definitely the humble type. "No...I guess not," he admitted with a halting chuckle, straightening his posture and shifting the skull back from his eyes so she can see his face. Watched her expressions carefully, puzzled when he saw embarrassment there. As she spoke, his grin morphed into a warm smile, and he chuckled lightly. "Well, I'm honored to be your first. You're pretty good, you know that? Like, really. You gave me a run for my money." Winked and padded closer, pausing for a moment to stretch and crack his neck. Ah yeah, that's better.
Waning-Sun
Playfully stared back at the grey, tilting his head up slightly and narrowing his eyes. After a moment he had to bite down on the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from busting out laughing; he simply felt ridiculous. Blinked and erased his own smile as Zash explained, a frown soon replacing it. Who the hell would drag the poor guy into a fight? "Well, I'm glad you still have people who look out for you. You're lucky; not everyone has friends who have their back," Hannibal said with a sad smile. He of all people should know. He then forced a chuckle and added, "Bunnies can be pretty scary when they need to be. You're a tough cookie; I definitely wouldn't want to start anything with you."
(New voice for Hanni, yay!)
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He remained silent, having caught the sad look on Hannibal's face. But he couldn't help but ask "Tougher than a bunny?" a smile crossing his face, showing that he was teasing, as he continued in a gentler voice "You know I've got your back, don't you? I won't let anything happen to you if I can help it."
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Hannibal's grin matched Zash's smile. "Way tougher than a bunny." Chuckled softly at this, and then tilted his head when the grey went on. This genuinely caught the buck by surprise, and he was not quite sure what to say to that at first. Eyes wide and cheeks pink, he lightly chewed on his bottom lip and cast his gaze to the ground. No one had ever said or offered just a thing to him before. Zash certainly was special. "I...wow. Thank you... I don't know what to say," Hannibal said softly, allowing his eyes to meet the grey's own. He smiled sheepishly and added, "No, I do know what to say: I have your back too. And if there's anything you need, body guard or punching bag or whatever, you can always come to me." Smiled wider at this; he had never made such a promise to anyone else before.
[~SCREAMS~ OH MY GOD this is such a wonderful surprise!! I am going to gush about it in her blog right away! Thank you so much for showing me, sweetie! ;u; ♥]
[Hahhaha. Awe Hanni. -It's
...you can always come to me, "I might just take you up on that," he murmured, staring at the ground, before bringing his head up to look Hannibal in the eye with a slight smile on his face. "If you need me, I'm always around here somewhere. Sometimes I go to the human world or some middle place, but not often...and I can always let another friend know where I am...so if you ever need me and I'm not there, you could find me easily enough. Rest assured I am there for you, through thick and thin." He gave him a bow at that, a full bow, as if that would show how sincere he was. He was a tad slow getting back up though, as keeping his balance was harder, but for some reason it didn't color his cheeks with embarrassment. He went on in a more serious tone "I don't know what sort of past you have or who you're were getting away from, but you don't appear to be bad at heart. I'll protect you, if it ever comes down to it."
[Haha, I don't even need a
The buck's blush reddened tenfold as Zash went on, overwhelmed by the kindness of the male who not just a few days ago was merely a stranger to him. For the first time since Hannibal could remember, he felt that he could trust the grey completely and utterly, without question. Chuckled lightly as the other male bowed, and then awkwardly returned it. He didn't feel fancy enough to pull off a bow, but he would definitely at least try for his friend. The color that was now present in the grey's cheeks was very charming, if not comforting. Hannibal's ears slid back slightly at the mention of his past, but he quickly shook it off and offered a gentle smile. Normally he would reject or even laugh at the idea of being protected, but when it came to Zash it truly warmed and flattered him.
"Aw man, look at what you've done: makin' me blush," Hannibal chuckled, ducking his head down slightly as his freckles appeared to comically pop out against his pink cheeks. "I never thought I'd be at a loss for words, but well, there's a first for everything." Regarded Zash fully with a wide smile, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly leaned in to briefly nose at the grey's cheek. "Thank you...again. It means a lot to me," he mumbled shyly as he pulled back.
The doe watched him carefully
Laughed lightly at her
Was a little caught off-guard by her questioning of the skull, as well as the compliment. At first he didn't know which to reply to right away. "Oh, uh...thanks!" he stuttered with a slight blush, awkwardly grinning before clearing his throat and straightening his posture once again. "I got it from back home. Before I came here, I mean. I uh...I found it, so I took it," he went on, his throat going a little dry. Oh, he took it all right. From someone else, no less, but no way he would ever admit to that. It was the very reason he was emasculated, after all. "Dunno what it belonged to, either... Some nasty dude, no doubt," Hannibal mumbled, though he grinned a little. With a flick of his neck he made the jaws rattle, eliciting a 'scary' face and a growl from the buck as he poorly imitated whatever living thing the skull once inhabited. "Grrawr!"
"No problem," Ariana smiled
[Yesss he's my sweet little
Zash had remained somewhat quiet during his response, moved by the fact he made him blush- usually he only managed that with women- and bow in return. Though he fought the urge to pull his head away from the other's touch, he remained still for the sake of not making the situation all the more awkward. When Hannibal pulled his head back he relaxed a bit, releasing a breath he held in, "That's what friendship is Hannibal." A smile flickered on his face, "We look out for each other."
Bunnycorn He coulda been
He coulda been really nice, you never know. Huh, he'd never thought of that. Oh well, the thing was dead so what did it matter? That was his typical attitude anyway. Hannibal simply rolled his shoulders, but when he saw that she was genuinely concerned for the long-dead thing he quickly collected his empathy. And so a feeble smile accompanied his indifferent appearance, but before he could think of anything to say on the matter she was looking away. Real smooth, Hanni. Man, why were girls so dang sensitive? Despite all that her smile and giggle was very reassuring. Funny, huh? He'd never been called that before...well, at least not in such a friendly tone. Usually it was more of an aggressive, rhetorical question: You think you're funny?! "Heh, thanks. You are too...in a good way," he replied with a half-grin, hating how warm his face felt. But hey, she wasn't making fun of him for being an awkward spaz, so that was a plus.
Waning-Sun
It hadn't fazed him at first, but just as he was pulling back Hannibal realized just how awkward he must have made the grey feel. Some tension came off of the other male...nothing malicious, just uncertain. Uncomfortable. Damnit... Biting the inside of his cheek, the buck kept his expression in check so as to make nothing seem amiss. Where did that even come from, touching his cheek like that? The buck's heart hammered in his chest as he avoided eye contact with the grey, fearing the worst. But no reprimanding came...just a gentle voice with gentle words. Hannibal's eyes flicked up to see that Zash was smile, and one crept across his own lips as well. It was impossible to hold it back. "Yeah...that's right. No matter what," he agreed, his voice suddenly soft and small. He was still embarrassed, and perhaps there was even an apologetic look in his eye, but what mattered was that Zash was no upset. Hannibal just needed to respect the other's space, that's all.
[Awkward!Hanni is awkward. D; Zash is the sweetest country boy, indeed. Okay I'll stop gushing now, haha! ♥]
Tracking this guy jvdfkl
SHRIIIEK thank you so much
You're welcome! Yeah, sorry
Haha awwh, no worries hon! It
ya know I really need to stop
also does you has a skype c:
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Poppyyyy -wraps myself around
All I could visualize was a
Thank you, though! I know not what muse is. sfsihfaihf I think I see his picto on the map now, on a completely unrelated note ♥
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Rofl that is pretty much
Muse is bad. Evil. No cookies for muse. ;n; Haha, well semi-related! He's just chilling with Mateo and Britt's unnamed durr; they were spazzing out for quite a while. :9 I gotta get off my lazy butt and updates grahh sjhaffk -disintegrates-
haha update what do you
update
what do you mean update
I have never heard of such a thing crai
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-holds you by your shoulders-
"No matter what," he echoed
[Awwe Hannibal it's not your fault. You poor little awkward thing. I feel like this is a good stoping point for this one? They'll probably have plenty more RPs to come!]
The buck simply regarded the
Rofl he's such a weenie, bawwh. :} Sure, that's fine! I look forward to them having more encounters and shenanigans~ c: ♥
SHRIEKS I FORGOT ALL ABOUT
SHRIEKS I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THIS AHJSDJSNDJSDN
PANICS
OHNO
WRONG ACCOUNT. THISISBUNNYCORN.
SHRIEKS DON'T WORRY ABOUT
I have been very scarce lately anyway, so seriously, take your time! XD Real life stuff, adult responsibilities, etc etc. Bleh. >:
Ariana tilted her head, a sly
I'm not sure what would
Waning-Sun: I absolutely
In all honesty, her personal revelation caught him by surprise. Hannibal stared at her for a long moment, and then chuckled nervously. "Well that's...insightful of you. But aren't you a bit too young to think about death and all that gloomy stuff?" he inquired, tilting his head with a raised brow. "I wouldn't even go far as to say that we suffer here. The forest itself doesn't make us suffer; we just bring that on ourselves." The buck nodded at his own thought, confident that he was quite brilliant. Brilliant enough to misunderstood what she meant by 'labyrinth', clearly, but his point still applied. After a long stretch and popping his neck, Hannibal rubbed his shoulder against an elm that stood beside them and settled down at its base, his long legs tucked beneath him.
If anyone can remind him he's
And on a slightly related note: Crier is so freaking adorable.
Awh, and he gels very well
Gahh thank you! ♥ It is so nice to see Reate again, we both lurffle him~ ;u;
Pfft. Poor little awkward
And awwweee. He loves the little guy. Those big eyes on him are beyond adorable.
That is a very good way of
Haha awh, I think it's safe to say that Crier has perfected the art of big, sad puppy eyes~ ;u; XD
Pffft. Zash needs to learn to
I give Crier the award for big puppy dog eyes. If Zash met him...he would melt in a puddle and need to adopt him because he's too cute for his own good.
He totally does! Alas, war
Haha, oh my god and Zash would charm Crier's socks off as well! Gahh they're both so cute what the hell dfkj ;u;
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FROSTED PERMS ohgod Bunny,
Bunny, I'll reply to your post soon. Running back and forth atm @.@
Don't worry about it!
FROSTED PERMS ARE THE BEST
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Pfft panic attacks galore.
THEY ARE INDEED SHHH TELL NO
THEY ARE INDEED SHHH TELL NO ONEAww, poor guy! :c Hanni would do his best to protect him, though admittedly he would also get frustrated a lot lol. He's too fidgety for patience! :9 Oh geez, if it was around the 4th I'd feel bad for Zash... ;_; Hanni would probably try to beat up the firecrackers XD Also aahhh I just realized I would love for Zash to eventually know Hannibal's real name pffdfj I'll cry ;u;
but we already know his real
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