Relations Emele - Friend. |
Demeanor Sympathetic: Shows sympathy and concern for some. Mighty: Warlander has great power and strength due to his size. Courteous: To an extent. He does not mind being a well-mannered bull. Unless, of course, you pursue him to feed you your own teeth. Stern: In most situations he is relatively serious and unrelenting. He does not hold back on discipline. Solitary: Warlander has been solitary for quite some time now. He's used to being by himself, but occasional visitors every now and then is accepted. | Instincts & Facts Respects the forest. Enjoys lightning storms. Equipped with armored tines. Will only become feral if it is necessary. Has tiger-like teeth and a rare brindled coat. Heightened senses due to his last habitat, Brume. Stares at things that has taken his interest or it could be a warning. |
She smiled and nodded. Yes,
It took some time for Warlander's question to reach her.
"Oh, you know.." Emm stared down at her little deer knees folded underneath her little deer chest. "Once you begin to think about people who aren't there anymore, it's hard to stop yourself." Her mood suddenly pulled out of her self-absorption and she looked at him with concern. "I hope I'm not boring you!"
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He shook his head slightly. "No, Emele. I too have lost someone dear to me." He admitted it, but it was so long ago it didn't hurt that much now. There was nothing Warlander could do about it anyways. He had to let it be. The memories still clouded his mind though. Normally he would just shake it off and pretend it never happened.
Thinking about it over and over again would make him weak and vulnerable..
*cries patriotic tears made
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"Oh." The look fell. "I am very sorry to hear that, Warlander. At least you understand what I am saying about it." Her voice trailed off as she examined his face to see what emotion clues he may have been hiding. Something--either her tendency to not be able to read emotions or his experience at hiding emotions --made it difficult and Emm had to give up almost as soon as she began.
"We can switch the topic if you would like." She offered with a chuckle after a moment of silence had passed.
LOL! Oh and btw I'm making a
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Warlander let out a small sigh that turned into a grunting noise deep within his throat. He laid his head down like a dog, slowly closing his eyes. They had been sitting there for quite some time. The quiet forest and the cold air was making him doze off. "I must say Emele," he said to her with his eyes still closed and his head still on the ground, "I grow a bit weary.."
Awuh wuh wuh;; *writhes
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The noise he made called back a very distant memory to her attention. She'd been very young at the time visiting some family out in the countryside as her parents needed her out of the house while they gathered their things for the trip to America. In the evening she sneaked out after supper to see the animals in the barn. They'd all had their food and were settling in for the night, filling the barn with the sounds of their content groans, sighs, and huffs. The smell of dry hay and alfalfa came to her nose as they had settled into their animal beds. Warlander's noises reminded her of one particular bull who was getting on in years but was well behaved and liked having his ears rubbed.
A smile warmed her face when his tired words met her ears. "If you are tired, you should rest. I do not mind at all." She inched closer to the massive bull's side, hoping he wouldn't mind her getting closer to him and desperately hoping that he wouldn't roll over in his sleep and squish her.
With her approval, Warlander
Eventually, Warlander's state of mind had gone into a submissive and calm state so he could sleep. Unfortunately, he was a victim of snoring. Warlander let out a low grumble in his throat as he inhaled and exhaled somewhat loudly.
The paradise of slumber was
Her ears twisted feebly toward Warlander at the sound of his snoring. Emm blinked and then chuckled. Boy, could he snore! The noise was a bit comforting even if it was loud and she could have sworn that it shook the Oak slightly. Emm nestled closer to his back haunch. If she felt more comfortable around him she would no qualms with cuddling against his belly (as she came to find out that this is generally the warmest spot on a deer), but she was fine then with being by his back leg.
Already the warmth Warlander's body exuded began to relax her. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to rest her eyes for a little bit, she situated her head on the lower half of his leg so she wouldn't have to put her face in her mud. Both eyes closed as soon as she got comfortable and soon enough she was dozing quietly.
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(ha ha rambling reply..)
Wanted to let you know that I
OH YEAH BABY. YEAH. I can't
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Morning came, as it always has. Warlander opened his eyes slowly to let them adjust to the new atmosphere. He took in a deep breath and raised his head while licking his chops. But something caught his eye, it was the doe, Emele. She was close to him, which he was surprised by. Warlander didn't want to wake her up, so he decided to wait patiently. His fierce golden eyes stared at her soft face while she slept peacefully. Eventually, after having enough eye candy, he looked back into the distance of the forest.
It was a difficult task to
"You startled me! I didn't expect to see you still here." A pause. "Has anybody ever told you that you make a nice couch?" She hoped her compliment wouldn't bother him.
Hmmm, track! Very interesting
Thank you Rhhya! He'd love to
Before they meet one day in
Sure!
When the temperature started
Her long, strangely built front legs still carried her, held her. Careful elegant step direction. She wandered the long days without stopping, while walking eating and drinking. Such days often sleep would not come of herself, and stopped only when sleep is truly arrived. After a few hours of sleep while standing, however, continued.
A smaller creature with long hair lining her mask and fluttering in the breeze, approached towards the peculiar males. She took his from afar. Her mask of unknown material remained without emotion, nor eyes nor their luster was a thin transparent black cloth to see - even though she saw through it perfectly. After long hours of walking along a muddy trail foreign hoof stomp, stopped and looked at him - staring...
Quietly. Without words. Without emotion. Without a single motion.
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Little error with link. O.-'
No, I don't. I wonder why
Oh okay I see it now, lmao.
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Warlander was up and about like he normally was. It was in his instinct to be awake and alert before the predators. Especially in this forest, there could be anything. Since he was an omnivore, Warlander stretched out his neck towards a tree and ripped off some of the leaves. They were most unappetizing and crunchy. Meat was the only source of food it seemed.
He turned his head slightly, and saw the most unusual creature. Instead of front legs, it seemed it had two pairs of back legs. It was staring at him. He didn't know whether this creature was going to attack him or want a conversation with him.
Warlander faced the creature, with his muscles tensed. He didn't know what to think of it.
She stood there for a long
Her hair began to flutter slightly as it neared slow pace. Her eyes studied his body than stopped and tilted her head slightly to the side and then froze like a statue. Only her hair and the special "outfit" at her flying. Then suddenly move and lifted her head so that she approached the male eye level opposite. She was still silent...
So unique and traditional at
-takes a sit-
Thank you
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Warlander's muscles relaxed a bit. This creature didn't seem harmless...
He stood there, wondering what to say. His curiosity got a hold of him. He approached the creature slowly and cautiously. From his past habitat, Warlander's senses were excellent. His eyes caught better detail of the creature. She was in fact, a female. He was surprised at such a sight. He broke the silence by asking her, "What is your name?"
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Sorry for the delayed reply Rhhya. <3
Thryllae turned her head so
She left him long and quietly browse, and then lifted her head to his majestic antlers. "I admire the antlers, which pride... For males should be an honor to wear something so heavy and dangerous on they head. It's weapon, is the crown." commented.
"And you can even have a few little things well armed with more..." she said, and then slowly looked at his face.
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Oh, haha. It's ok! <3
Yes, her voice was calm and
He raised his head high as she admired his mighty antlers. "Aye, it is my crown and better yet, my weapon."
As the doe looked at his face, he noticed her eyes. Jet black orbs. "Yes, I am well armed." He told her, as if it was a threat.
Thryllae stepped back and
She felt the suspicion in him. That bitter distrust in her. But how could she believe when he first saw her? And certainly he did not like... She had to look for him as a witch, including its grotesque physique.
Cold wind Thryllae leaned into her side, and she gently shook.
*smooches*
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I miss you too! Do you have a
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Missing you both!
I miss you Fish