Charge. Highly values the doeling's life and well being. Unsure as to why, however has found himself in her company more often than not. Enjoys her way of thinking due to it being much like his own when he was her age. Kindred. Has died for and will die for again without hesitation.

Not going to touch you, but going to touch you one day. One of his few friends within the forest. Finds the unicorn's antics not only enjoyable, but a way to vent excess emotions. Often finds himself 'playing' with the equine; which involves kicking the absolute shit out of each other. Listens to what few words she speaks, mostly negative remarks or mocking jests towards him. Has found himself joining more fights than he can count due to her tendency to piss half the forest off.

Umay's granddaughter. Finds the twin-tailed ess' endearing and good fun even when she does beat the shit out of him to get him out of a fight. Party-pooper, but a good cuddle buddy. Hasn't spoken to and doesn't feel the need to. Quiet company. Will seek out.

Another kindred soul. Finds their conversation not only enjoyable, but highly intriguing. Reminds him of his former Muse, therefore has slipped multiple times with the nickname. Is thankful for her protection after his attack and near death due to Shardul and Nikhil. Drawn to.

Has found himself in the presence of the Yokai multiple times within his existence within the forest. Finds her enjoyable and quiet. Though he doesn't know her well, feels as if she's another misunderstood soul. Keeps an eye on her children when she's not around.

Skull faced fire biter. Friend and comrade. Finds her company pleasant. Watches over her children when she's away, even though half the forest attacks him for it.

Lieva's mother, Rota's guardian. Find's her decent company. Fought alongside.

The only of Shahla's children that he actually likes. Finds her under appreciated and offers her his company when she's alone.

Lady lioness. Holds a great amount of respect for the lion, even though she's the one to bat him out of good fun more often than not. However, holds no hard feelings towards.

Pest. Meddlesome. Finds her persistent attacks and stalking not only annoying but worthy of attacks. Seeks out when in need of a body to beat on.

Bird boy, meddling brat whom he absolutely can't stand. Gets in the middle of fights he doesn't belong in and causes a massive hassle for the stallion. Attacked Rota. Dislikes greatly.

Pest. Worthy of a purge. Gets in the middle of his business.

Annoying and weak. Finds her a target.

Indigo's side kick. Also a meddler. Has attacked him multiple times without reason or cause. Thus, is now a target. Beats on for shits and giggles as well as an emotional outlet. Despises her part in the attack upon Rota and Galene.

Fellow Nightmare. The one who delivered his mercy killing. Though he feels tension between them, he feels as if their end goals are near the same. Kindred, holds a degree of respect for.

Spitfire. Has aided and joined in fights more than once. Protected her mother during the fight that resulted in his death. Finds her in Rota's company often. Admired.

The larger more emotional of the twins. Almost caused his death and often gets in the middle of things. Can't stand and absolutely despises.

Liked the nevermore in the beginning. Had even sat and sided with her on occasion. However, after her brutal and pointless attack on Rota, has come to wish her death. Can't stand the thought of her living and will ruthlessly seek her out.

The smaller of the twins. Not nearly as mindless as his brother but is equally as despised. Can't stand.

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Though Kyrian may appear to lack any and all personality past that of a rampaging beast, does have a heart beneath it all. Though rarely shown and heavily guarded, still has the ability to find a kindred face on occasion. Granted, those few souls are primarily located within the Dreaming, or are those within the forest who visit during nighttime hours.

Primarily he is a stone faced and well guarded being, prone to going about his business in complete silence. When he does speak, his words are monotonous and lacking all outward emotion. The invalidation of having and seeking emotional stimuli is a defense against any who would use his favor against him. Therefore he bottles his feelings deep within himself, often masking them so well that even he can't feed off of them in order to develop meaningful relationships. Thus leaving him to live a life of solitude, both within and outside of the forest.

Often is faced with bouts of severe uncontrollable rage towards those around him, particularly women. Feeding off of the natural born genetic blackouts, this rage is fiery hot and all consuming. Tends to lash out at those who can't keep up with his rapid chain of thoughts and ideas, thus he keeps himself silent as not to provoke himself into a fit. Has noticed that his temper is even more violent with women that appear meek and feeble. It is not unheard of for this rage to become physical.

Tends to view most of the forest's inhabitants as imbeciles not worthy of his time, let alone companionship. Sees himself as well educated and those of the forest simply enlightened prey animals. There are exceptions to this opinion, as on more than one occasion he's lapsed into conversation with a soul bright enough to keep his attention, but for the most part the forest is considered his playground.

Though he comes off as full of himself, he has serious issues with self-worth and generally despises himself and his inability to control his temper. The fact that he suffers from uncontrollable genetic blackouts when around children is something he drowned himself in for years. The act of mauling, murdering, and decimating numerous children leaving a dark, heavy, stain on his soul. At one point the stallion had taken up the habit of self-delivering repentant lashes as a coping mechanism. However, over time, has become numb to the consequences of his outbursts. To help alleviate the lingering sorrow brought from reaping his own species' children he turns to the forest to blow his rage. Targeting strangers, rather than those of his own blood.

BURN BURN KICK KICK BITE BITE REAR LOTS ... Jk I'll get to this soon

Oh god I'm just going to use bullet points when I eventually fill this out.

- A single tuft of his former lovers hair.
- An array of books stored at the base of a rock, wrapped in oilcloth.
- A set of human clothing worn while glamoured in other realms.