You can use this blog to address any questions, comments, or conversations to my deer, deerhumans, or me, as your deer, deerhumans, or yourself. Friends and strangers alike are welcome.
They will be elaborate and honest, as will I. <3
I only ask for no (moderately sized) roleplays or drawing-based interactions (unless you are not expecting doodles in return). From trying this before, I have learned I am not able to keep up with these in a timely fashion. 8D
F L E D E R M A U S ;
M A S Q U E ;
D E S A N M
(I wish to track, so maybe I
(YOU DO NOT. 8/)
(I do indeed. *_*)
(bump for great justice)
(I REALIZE I'M UNINTERESTING
(Yes I'm/they are boring but
(AND I KNOW I LOOK LIKE A NUT
I wish I had something
-potentially a tracking post- o-o
I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING.
-drops through the ceiling
Bones knocks quietly at the
I'll try to keep this short and to the point 8D -restrains her crazy descriptive habits-
(xD You can write as much as
His eyes fluttered open at the faint knocking, presumably at the front door. He realized he had fallen asleep sitting at the table in the kitchen. It was the painkillers, no doubt. At least the grogginess was about the worst they could do to him. He inhaled deeply, which induced a dull ache in his ribs, turning to look at the door which was now sliding open. The sharp, cold voice that inquired for him was immediately recognizable. The man struggled to a stand, steadying himself on the table and carefully eyeing his left knee which had dish towel knotted tightly around it, dappled in scarlet. He considered it a victory to depart from that encounter with this as the worst injury. That being said, it was quite painful and made walking a chore.
The sight of his daughter standing there with Bones served as an adequate distraction, however, and he brought himself to grin as he stood in an awkward sort of lean in front of them.
"Hey," he greeted casually, hoping they could bypass the explanation behind his pitiful state if he played if off enough. "Been way too long. How are you two?"
Sensing movement to her left
She scanned the figure who hobbled into view, and her trained eyes instantly noted everything she had not seen before. Everything from the thin trail of dried saliva by the right corner of his mouth, the tattoo on the inner part of his left arm (which she could not see clearly from his angle), and the most obvious, a crimson stained dish cloth wrapped tightly around his left knee. Her 'What... the fuck...' expression pierced through Masque, searching his face for answers, which she would not address in front of Desanm; and instead played along with his casual nature not to alarm the poor child. Though she suspected Desanm was more observant than for what she and Masque hoped; perhaps an insult to her intelligence as well, but none the less, her expression melted and she chirped out a, "Hey, catching up on your beauty sleep?" she switched hands with her long black cane, and gave Desanm an encouraging pat, "We might need to take a seat,"
There was a thick fogginess
None of this was good enough for the girl, still staying put in the doorway. Her wide green eyes were fixed on him, brow knit in a mix of confusion and sorrow. She edged over only at his beckoning and gave him a fragile embrace. He saw how her gaze wandered over the bruise on his jaw, the faint stain of blood that had been trickling from his nose over his lips. Of course simply playing ignorance to all this would not satisfy her. She hadn't even needed to ask; her eyes seemed to ask all the questions. She seemed anxious enough already.
"Fight." He said simply, avoiding the woman's now furious glare from beside them. "It was for a good cause; I'm fine. Anyway, what's up?"
The girl accompanied him toward the couch but promptly retreated back to the woman's side, seating herself next to her with a fixed solemn stare down at the floor, like she was in trouble. She was still unsure as to how this talk would go.
(Commenting to track and
The woman clenched her teeth,
"Desanm has something to tell you," she spoke softly, watching the girl stare at the floor. "But she is afraid of making you mad," she takes up a dreadlock on the back of the girls head and twirls it in her fingers, "Did you want to tell him De? Or do you want me to?" Her silver eyes flash to Masque.
(Hi Scythe :B ) The tension
The tension building up was nothing short of obvious. The rigid uncomfortable way they sat facing him, the uncertainty and suspicion that Bones seemed to reflect in her eyes. There was some element of distress and with each passing second, he wanted to know what it was. Cue the guilt of not being the first to know something was amiss with his own daughter. However bad it was, he found it difficult to believe it would be bad enough to warrant any sort of anger towards her, which at the moment seemed to be Desanm's main concern. "Shoot."
She didn't look up. Her hands continued their restless motion in her lap. She felt their expectant stares both fixed on her, waiting for the topic to come up. When the woman asked her, she nearly took the chance to remain silent while Bones explained the situation but declined with a minimal shake of the head.
"Well," She began slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I sort of...um...must have accidentally made someone angry with me." She looked up, just barely, to see that the man was perplexed. "I didn't know who he was- I just wanted to get away b-but he followed me-"
"What is she talking about?" Masque said shortly, now focused on his friend as the level of concern he had for the kid was skyrocketing.
( *drops through the ceiling
It was probably no secret the little doe'd been moping lately. She felt immense guilt for the events of the past few months. Although she liked to be around gatherings of her friends, she was ashamed that the past few gatherings had been to protect her. She felt like an issue, a liability.
She found Masque at the playground, sitting on one of the rocks. Slowly she approached him, looking in all directions to make sure that no one who wanted to harm her was around. He'd been pretty hurt the last time, and it pained her to see him like that.
After a time, she sat beside him, simply taking in the sun. She waited for him to talk.
(urf urf durf HI) Golden
Golden ripples spread lazily through the sea of grass spread out around the mass of boulders, sitting deep in the white birch pylons jutting up and filtering the sunlight. He had retreated here most days to watch the evening crawl in, with today proving itself difficult to pull himself up on to the optimum spot. Only after a muttered string of swears and bitter preserverance was he able to lay down on the warm stone. It was a while before the light clicks of hooves sounded on the rock behind him, climbing up to the broad flat top. The small doe approached and soundlessly seated herself in the sunlight next to him, legs tucked neatly under her.
"You alright?" He asked out of necessity, knowing that no matter what he or anyone else did, there was still stags out for her blood.
(okay your rp post just blew
A golden-tipped blue ear flicked backward, then back to the position it was in. Kaoori stared out at the birch for a time, still not speaking. Eventually her eyes shut slowly, and she exhaled.
I am fine. But you are not. I saw you climb on these rocks.
(*Gets landed on* OW... must
Bones' hand remained on Desanm's back gently growing warm at the spot between the child's shoulderblades. She watched the twitches of the face, the blinking and the hand motions. Should Masque display what the child feared most, Bones was sure the child would crack beneath the waves of his anger, but as her cold silver eyes flickered from Desanm's face, to Masque; she was quite sure if anything, Masque would conceal his anger and blow up at a later time. She first listened to Desanm's shaking quiet voice cutting through the silence like the scraping of a single leaf upon pavement. 'What is she talking about?' Masque demanded, and as Bones looked at him, she could see the sincere father emerge from his figure. She paused for a moment to be sure Desanm was finished for a moment and then spoke. Her voice as cold and as smooth as stone.
"Azazel," was all she needed to say, and her suspicion was Masque had already fought enough against Azazel during the last few days. "I hadn't known prior to when she told me... but she says she was not hurt,--" she cut herself off with a snap of her jaw, and instead turned to Desanm, but kept a close eye on Masque's expression melt into whatever it may be.
Kaoori: (AHAHAHA
The stag couldn't help but smirk at her remark, glancing over at her. "Some good entertainment, then?" He refused to let her believe that he was in any bad condition. She was noticeably distraught not only at the most recent events but also the length others were taking to prevent it. Anything that could be done to prevent her worrying would have to be acted on.
CM:
Azazel.
The mere mentioning of the word made his teeth clench. To accept the notion that his name and Desanm's were in any way related for any reason incited a strong wave of fury. His muscles tensed. Bones held his now dangerous stare for a few long seconds while the girl continued to avoid looking at either of them.
"He messed with her? Is that what you're saying?" The low vicious tone couldn't be held back. He was ready to kill the demon just for his fixation on Kaoori, but this added a whole new level of hatred. Azazel was known to hunt down the young and innocent, bending them to his will. The man would not consciously let this happen even for a moment to his daughter, and he knew he wasn't the only one.
Her feet took her over, and
Again as swiftly as a cat, she swooped in front of Desanm kneeling, bringing her hands to the poor girl's face. "Desanm, sweetheart, is everything I said true? Is there anything I missed? Tell me honey, we wont be angry." Her eyebrows arched in genuine concern she searched the girls face before her silver eyes flash a subtle warning to the enraged father. He must be calm, for the sake of Desanm's trust in him..
Kaoori flattened her ears,
The small doe rested her head on the cold stone. It's all.. my fault.
CM: Jolting a little at the
Jolting a little at the woman's sudden movement, Desanm watched silently as she spoke to the man who had a clear murderous intent written on his face. She waited, expected, to be yelled at; scolded for starting trouble with clearly sociopathic demons.
"That's all that happened." She affirmed quietly, still watching her feet.
There was a few seconds of silence, enforcing the finality of what had been said. As expected, the man wasn't taking it very well. He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut and clearly furious.
"She can't be by herself. Someone has to be with her." It was a difficult solution to propose considering how little he could get around currently. Otherwise he might have had the girl glued to his side every hour of the day. He glanced briefly at Bones, then back to the girl, and said with a calm tone was passably genuine, "I'm not angry at you, Des."
Kaoori:
"Babe," he turned to face her defeated form laying solemnly beside him, "It's not your fault, for one thing, and I swear to god I'm completely fine. I'd do it again, too. A million goddamn times for that matter, if it meant you wouldn't get hurt. I mean, come one, you've been through enough already."
She knew deep down why they
I understand.. I understand what you're doing. I just.. please. Promise me you'll be careful.
Bones remained kneeling,
'I'm not angry at you, Des.' Bones instantly smiled, looking at the girl.
"You know I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe Masque." She drops her hands to her knees. "Azazel is weak now... but it wont be any stretch of time before he'll be back to himself..." She stands and throws her hands up. "What's the plan...?"
Kaoori: "I know," He said
"I know," He said loftily, stretching his front legs with a heavy sigh and letting his gaze up into the treetops. The notion that she was just as concerned for his health as he was for hers was comforting. Regardless, he'd do everything in his power to ensure the doe would come to no harm. Under his watch, at least.
"Hard not to get carried away, you know? Those two pathetic bastards deserve it."
CM:
Her expressive eyes widened with hope, she lifted her head as though to affirm what she heard. Her father's usual hardened expression was replaced by one of real concern. It made her want to apologize out of the blue; being the cause of this situation and a myriad of others. The depth of the problems she had initiated only recently came into light and she found herself wondering if the lives of everyone she knew would have been improved if they would see her only as a nameless face living on the streets.
A wave of remorse washed over her, leaving a glassiness to her eyes as she listened to Lady Bones speak. It was a challenge to hold off tears so she returned to staring firmly at the floor, biting her lip.
Masque decided, upon hearing Azazel was weak, not to mention how he wanted to murder the stag. He wouldn't be able to stop from ruthlessly tearing at him until his body surrendered, were they to cross paths. That was the only plan he had in mind. Desanm didn't need to know this, nor did anybody else.
"You've gotta promise not to get anywhere near him. If he finds you, just run until you can't anymore. Alright?" Her response of only a sniffle gave away the tears she was fervently trying to hide. The man, taken aback upon realizing it, attempted to peer at her concealed face and trying to understand what she was so upset about, but had no idea what to say. The parenting instincts never came naturally. He gave Bones a frantic look of asking for help.
Kaoori looked back up at
Take care of your daughter, too.. don't let him get her.. don't... lose her.
"I won't." He said shortly,
The vacant look in Masque's
Cooing quietly the expected "It's okay, everything is going to be alright sweetheart,"s, and then after seeing the child still wasn't reacting just as Bones had wanted her to, she promptly lifted Des up slightly with a breathless "Alright," and sat her comfortably on her lap, cupping her concealed face in her shoulder, Bones motioned to Masque while Desanm covered her face, inviting him to join her in trying to console the poor child in any way he could.
"You have all kind of friends De, we all love you, and none of us would know what to do with ourselves if you got hurt." she whispered gently.
Riiiing-Riiiinnng........Riii
Bones held her sleek black cellphone up to her ear. Blood red nails tapping gently on the side of it. She took a brief second to clear her throat, hoping Des was at home and would pick up the phone. She glanced at the clock... 3:32 pm. In a frighteningly accurate Translvanian accent, she spoke into the phone after Des had answered. "Helloo, Deesaanm. Tell me child, vhaat is it youu do for Khalloween zis yearr?" It was apparent she was smiling, even through the phone. She anxiously awaited her reaction.
Jumping up at the cue of the
She answered with an enthusiastic "Hello?" and, after a few seconds of utter bewilderment at the voice on the line, she realized exactly who it was and suppressed a giggle, responding in the same accent with a wide grin.
"Ahh, I believe zhat I am free zis year. I trust zhat you haave somevhing in mind?"
Bones had to laugh a bit, and
He had it coming. |D Winter
Winter hours had far too early shot the sun down from the sky. It was 5pm, and already the sky was turning dark. Climbing in through an unlocked window, Bones stealthily and swiftly made her way to the living room, shutting the window with a soft sound. She listened, no one home. She smirked. Standing in a dark corner beside the door, she wouldn't be seen until she wished to be. Situating herself in a pefectly creepy spot in the corner, she waited. Listening. Hearing, finally, the familiar engine of the old car pull up, idle and then shut down. She waited for footstpes, the jingling of keys, the door opened. When it shut, she stood behind Masque as swiftly and as quietly as a shadow. She paused for a few seconds before revealing herself with a flutter of hushed, icy words. "Hello Masque..." she took a quick step back from him, should he foolishly decide to swing a fist out and hit her.
Jingle, jangle. His fingers,
His fingers, numb with November's chill, fumbled over the ring of keys in the pocket of his jacket and yanked them out upon reaching the apartment's front door. He almost dropped them before jamming the right key in the brass lock with a certain brusque manner that reflected what kind of day it was. He had to quit his job hours beforehand. Necessity, but it was a decent place and enjoyable work and whether there would be a similar opportunity across the country was still unknown. With a background on record like his, there was never a guarantee potential employers would be comfortable hiring him.
He was still thinking about it, entering the dark apartment and snapping the door shut without much attention. It wasn't until he tossed his wallet and keys on the kitchen counter with a loud exhale that he reached out for the nearest light switch, and promptly heard a cold but feminine greeting directly behind him. He did indeed tense up, take a sharp breath and spin around with a fist reeled back until the moonlight washing in through the window revealed exactly who it was. The man sighed heavily with exasperation, loosening up and running his hand though his hair instead. "Jesus fucking Christ was is wrong with you."
(I lol'd. )
Bones stood completely still,
It was clear she was there for a reason, but she was slow with her explination for breaking into his home. Still, she let the question hang in his mind for a few minutes before taking a careful, drawn-out step towards him. The bright red lipstick appearing almost black in contrast to her pale white skin, and snowy hair. "Surely you're not going to be leaving your baby girl... of course you wouldn't, not after all the trouble I voluntarily went through to find her for you." The woman brought a clawed hand in front of her face, inspecting it closely before her silver cat-like gaze locked with his again. "Surely you must value her... value what I did for you, as a friend. So you cold see her before you ended up six feet under..." she snapped her head to the side, her jaw clenching strongly as she gazed at nothing but a memory.
"But that didn't happen... did it Masque? So now, you're free aren't you? Free to live your life how you should have lived it before, with the woman you love." A thread of moonlight met with the silver finish of her right canine and twinkled as she smiled wolfishly. "You know where I'm going with this don't you Masque...? You're smart." She curled a finger under his chin for a swift instant before pulling her hand away. "When you want to be."
Her poise and silence was
"I don't exactly want to talk about this." He said shortly, breaking her gripping stare by turning away and pulling off his jacket in a busy sort of manner as if none of this was as bothersome as it was. Naturally, his classic defense of shutting down wasn't going to thwart the woman.
She pressed on, hungry for an answer that she knew he was unprepared to give while seemingly wrought with sudden minor distractions that took precedence over her interrogation. His leather boots tapped against the oak floor as he crossed the room to adjust the thermostat and more importantly keep his back to her. She was right and he hated hearing it.
"Shouldn't have to explain this one to you, babe." His voice was grim while he remained focused on the device and doing anything to avoid looking at her.
[=#cb1818]"It didn't work out, I'm a shitty dad- whatever, you know the story." His long restless fingers quit fidgeting with the dial and he turned back to her idly, feeling safer from her judgment across the room. "You know she doesn't even consider me her dad anyway. She's happy with the way it is- hell, I'm happy for her. We got a whole good year in." He paused. It occurred that he could give all the honest explanation he could reasonably think of, and she'd still manage to make him feel guilty and put him in the wrong. By no means did he want to distance his daughter so much, and this move was far from an easy task already. But Bones had to agree that at this point, he was no more than a close friend to the girl. He hastily tried to sweeten the deal.
"Not like I'll never talk to her again, hell I'll call every day if she wants. I'll come see her whenever I can."
She could see the toll her
"Sure, of course... Desanm will already have abandonment issues as it is." She raises a clawed hand in front of her to keep him from speaking for a moment as she gathers her thoughts again. "I need you to know and consider the consequences, for Desanm. Since your mind is made up." She snaps her head to the side for a moment, working her jaw. She cleared her throat. "This isn't a fucking guilt trip. This is the truth. I would know. I'd expect you're going to be speaking with her before the move."
"I know," He grunted,
"I'll tell her. Maybe, tomorrow- or something." He glanced wistfully at his watch. It wasn't too late in the evening. Bones, of course, would insist he go see her right now and give it to her straight. The blatant attempts at avoidance weren't exactly helping his case of being even a halfway decent parent. He was sure it came off as incredibly pathetic to the woman, who probably had a closer bond with his daughter than he did.
"She is never safe....not for
HI I'M LURKING. And Ren's talking about Kaoori by the way dfsg.
OH does Fledermaus still remember Corvus? < /random question time>
BYE FLEFEREFEREDERMAUS.
*FLEES*
[Urg I'm so sorry this took
Bones raised a blood red nail up to her eyebrow and scratched it in thought, and then dropped her hand heavily; it smacked on her thigh. "You fucking people really couldn't have waited another few weeks to sneak Christmas in there for her, could you?..." she shook her head, hiding her face from view. A few more silent moments of breathing and tense moments passed as neither said anything before Bones turned on her heels, her footsteps- somehow- completely absent of sound as she walked herself to the door. "You know where to find me." She mumbled and grimly shut the door behind her without so much as a 'click'.