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/Pats Poppy. its okay, it was for a good cause. My comments were trying to be something they're not, they needed teaching a lesson...

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“Bad intentions?” She repeated in a quiet voice. Said like a question but possibly too quiet for the fawn to hear. She studied him, and for a long moment she didn’t speak.

”My my, you’re so sweet. Wanting to see the world in such a way.” She said, finally breaking the silence. ”But do you truly believe that?” Moving closer once again, this time aiming to stare directly down at the fawn. ”Do you really believe there is no true ‘bad’?” Her expression changing into more of a leer, she’d linger over him, eyes focused as though attempting to penetrate to the core of his soul.

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Her leer quickly changed into something warmer, another inviting smile. ”Yes my dear; everyone that has such a chance can certainly be who they want to be. However, you should be careful my dear. You can think no one is completely bad and believe that their actions were for a good reason. And you can believe that someone is being good but for bad intentions. You never truly know what others are thinking, what their objectives are, what they truly are behind a pretty face.” She stepped back, though her eyes never left his.

"It might be." She said as a simple reply. But those who are only good, are the boring ones in her eyes. It is far more interesting to see others become corrupted, than it is to see them become 'good'. She smiled to herself as she settled down amongst the grass. The fawns presence was entertaining her enough that she didn't wish to leave him just yet.

"It wouldn't be fun if I just told you." Her head lowered to rest on her legs. "What about you? What might you be?" since he had been asking her, why not ask him the same? He looked quite normal on the outside, but looks can be deceptive, as she is all too aware of.

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Mystic nodded and said "I'm going to try and ask around and see if there is anyone who can tell me if I'm a normal deer or something else..." As he talked his ear twitched, reviling a mark that hadn't been there before. A black circle with flanking lines around it, fitted perfectly onto his skin. The fawn hadn't seem to notice as he licked his chest fur, the cold winds sending his pelt which way and that.

“I will. Um Lilu.” Not realizing he had used a name she hadn’t stated before, it had rolled of his tongue like he knew it well, as his ears flipped down nervous, as he asked “C-can I have one of your feathers?” With a small smile, looking at her with amazement. She truly was the most beautiful thing he had ever meet and her scent did make him smile - no matter how odd it was for it to be suited to his taste. Noting this for when he remembered or learned more about the deer around him.

Suddenly the doe’s tone changed from a curious, sweetness to a bitter agitated sound. Confusion played on his young features. Why did she suddenly get so hostile? Looking down at the ground, confused and worried that he had offended her someway “I-I’m sorry, please d-don’t be mad…”

You see the young fawn didn’t read her mind. He knew her names. Though she had never stated it and he had not heard it among the chattering of deer’s. His soul knew it - other souls had linked with his from the past and intertwining with it sharing info and experience with the creature - so his soul knew it , his mind just didn’t know how to tap into it yet. The moment he said her name was a flicker of what he could know. But don’t be deceived. His soul only knows basic info of others - the secrets and emotions are hidden deep inside your soul and since the fawn had yet to connect with anyone - he had yet to be able to be given access to such a knowledge. He had to be given the knowledge - him personally - for secrets are treasured words.

Pressing into himself, hated the sound. The sound of people closing in on him. Putting up there walls. It shook him to his core. Filling as if something separated them know, frowning as his eyes stared at the green grass and his black hooves.

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She stared, long and hard down at the youngster. "I'm not mad dear." A soft smile played on her muzzle as she spoke. "Why don't we do a little trade. I'll give you one of the best feathers I have, if you can give me a little something in return?" She ignored the fawns posture and features on his face. She cared very little if she'd made him feel uncomfortable. Everyone needed to learn this feeling, and she would gladly teach such a lesson to a fawn with no parents.

The barrier she'd created around her mind never faulted. Nor was it something that could be sensed unless of course you were trying to 'hack' into her mind. It was something she'd need to teach her own children at some point. Their minds were just as precious as hers.

Back at the badgerden, a fleshy little nose appeared from the shadow before the rest of his pale skinned face popped out. Testing the air with a few quick sniffs before the chubby little cub fawn pulled his entire bulk out of the rapidly shrinking entrance and paused to itch at his ear with a hind hoof.

He’d had a long nap, and with a long calculating glance around he could see no family members nearby. His father had been here less than an hour ago by the prominence of his smell but was no longer nearby. With a yawn that evolved into a whine the little demon stretched himself from head to toes and each joint in turn.

And promptly pattered off further up the embankment to survey, sniffing all the while; it was very easy to pick up his mothers scent then, regardless she never went further than a few clicks from the den. Stopping for a rest on the way (though more true to form he was hunting a wood spider) he soon found his dam sitting down in a small clearing with another fawn at her side.

There was no tingle of jealousy at seeing his mother engaged with another child, Sam hadn’t felt an emotion like that in all the time he’d been alive, so he padded down to join them by coming up alongside Lilu and bumping at her side with a low burble of greeting, one he specifically reserved for her while wagging his tail-less rump feathers in delight, a sort of; ‘I found you and we’re okay!’ action.

With that, he turned to stare silently at Mystic with a relaxed and semi attentive gaze. His butt still wiggling in excitement that betrayed the cool and calm demeanour upon his face.

Wondering what he possible could give the beautiful doe, smiling brightly as the idea came into his mind, about to speak - then he smelled something.

Mystic smelled the fawn before he even saw or heard him - and what a odd scent it was. It seemed to be a scent that was mixed, as if he had meet many people and seen many place to achieve such a wide scent. With his young nose, he couldn’t separate the scent. Thankfully the fawn showed up soon, so his mind wouldn’t be stuck on trying to solve this confusing puzzle.

The scent perfectly fit the oddity, maybe to young to call someone that - for he hadn’t meet many deer and he knew there was even odder things out there. This fawn was purple with a thick coat covering his whole body, a large one at that. Young pheasant feathers began to grow close to his rump, knowing something he had never seen before yet agin. What was a pheasant? Creating more questions then answers. He was plump fawn, with front legs of a coyote and hindlegs of a dear. Gold and cream colors mingled into his fur and his hair that cover his face. Plump and round with large green eyes like his, with long eyelashes that almost gave him a feminine look.

Sam’s calm expression and happy rump motions made him seem rather friendly. Smiling and closing his eyes in a happy expression at the fellow fawn, having known they where related even before Lilu stated it. Moving his gaze back to the mother, happy to see her warm smile once more. Noticing the pride in her features as she spoke, and thought for a moment before answering her.

With a moment of silence he answered “I can give you a favor. I will have much more to give when I’m older, and I will be much stronger and more capable.” Hoping she would accept that - though he’d understand if she didn’t - she’d have to be pertinent for what she wanted in this deal. Whatever that was. Adding with a truth in his words ”I never break my promise”

Very sorry about that, I have no idea where I got magpie feathers and I was confused by the whole honey badger thing - I'll fix it.
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Mystic nodded - the sting of her disappointment hit him like a rock, his ears flipping down in disappointment as well, he had no idea what to give her. It wasn’t like he owned much, besides two feathers, three flowers and a smooth rock from the pond. He couldn’t do much either besides sense things about people, like there names and genders and even if there related to someone or not.

Mystic didn’t mind as the large pup/fawn sniffed him, though he knew he didn’t smell all that pretty. Caring the scent of soot and earth within his young brown coat - watching as the pup moved to sit beside well rather on his mother. Blinking for a moment observing the two together, how she leaned toward him as if to protect him more. Then he smiled slowly with appreciation in his features - he admired her for being a mother and for taking the job on.

“Well - would you like me to leave you with your son?” Tilting his head to the side as he waited for her response. He didn’t want to bother them - and was allright if she said yes.

"I don't mind dear. You can stay if you wish.". She didn't mind his presence. In fact, she rather liked the idea of 'keeping' him. However she'd need to learn much more about him before making attempts to take any kind of advantage of the youth. "Remember this. You are welcome to come back any time you wish." Her curiosity about the fawn wasn't obsessive, nor was it minimal. The succubus would much rather learn things at her own pace, which of course varied depending on what her interest was.

Her eyes moved to focus on Sam. "What do you think of Mystic? Think he could be a new friend?" She wanted to see what kind of reaction Sam had towards the youth. The succubus often said things to subtly see her offspring's reactions towards things. In this case, she wondered if Sam 'felt' anything from this child, if Sam was even capable of sensing things at this age, or at all. It was a simple question, but it harboured many meanings for the succubus.

Okay, I wanna track this
I and Hammel like her mhmh <:

And you <3
Charming creature.
Track. c:

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The purple-hued pup paused for a moment as his mother spoke, allowing Mystic the grace to stay if he wished it, and further company at a later date. How interesting that seemed, his young mind scrabbling over the ‘evidence’ and trying to come to the same conclusion of why his dam would allow it, whether it was out of her good nature or some other motive.

Not yet able to figure it out, the young hermaphrodite sat back on heavy haunches and merely listened until a question as directed over at him. With a curious stare Sam’s eyes moved from Lilu over at the other fawn in contemplation. Deciding he had nothing against the other, nothing he was willing to voice anyway, his face lit up in a silent smile and followed it up with a brisk nod as his only response.

Deciding that was an invite enough to play, Sammael leant downwards with his rump int he air and wiggled for less than a second, before launching himself off his hind hooves towards the other with the intention to do a very coyote-like pounce upon the other child, not particularly gently either.

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