"Anger me?...Steal my heart, Or spell me into different antlers, and make my hearts fall away"
"I fear losing my own heart, And I fear becoming blind to the world once more"
"...I do not know, and I never shall, as it sounds like you are implying that nobody will ever find out, as it cannot do the action which you are asking about"
Seele; "Why lungs? why kidneys?...why not?...Because the heart is the gateway to the soul, that thing that causes so much pain, I could take a lung, make it hard to breath. But no, I am kind, I take away the pain, the sadness. he shook his tines, the hearts beating faster for a moment before settling. These hearts are not dead. They still beat. If I were to cause one to stop beating, certainly, its owner would die.
But here I keep them, and here, they beat"
Soul; "No. I have no problem killing. And I have no strong opinions for or against it. But I am a surgeon.
It is different. Very much different. My heart would resemble a tube. No blood vessels. Blood pours out from arteries directly onto tissue. As the shape of a deer, it is located on my lower back area, in my true form, it changes location.
My blood is of a blue/green, if that strikes another mark as in my circulatory system being...different?
Is there anything else you wish to know about my heart, dear Vilinius...?
The stag's ears flicked slightly with interest at this information. eyes gleaming slightly. "I know, all I need to know about it" he rumbled, "Expect me, to seek you out.
"I have many plain hearts upon my tines." a smirk finds itself settling upon his expression "Tell me, if, perchance, you might be willing to, strike up a deal. someday"
Anything, huh? ...okay! Why
Why is a raven like a writing desk? |D
Because Edgar Allen Poe wrote
I think that's an answer I
People are easily contented.
Okay, I think Elli and Faeron
Let's say I want to make you REALLY angry, what do I have to do?
Do you have any fears?
FFF you make me wanna do one
uh uhu uh uh...
How much fud could a fud puck puck if a fudpuck could puck fud?
LOLLOL
"Anger me?...Steal my heart,
"I fear losing my own heart, And I fear becoming blind to the world once more"
"...I do not know, and I never shall, as it sounds like you are implying that nobody will ever find out, as it cannot do the action which you are asking about"
Why hearts? And how does one
Does killing appeal to you?
Seele; "Why lungs? why
But here I keep them, and here, they beat"
Soul;
"No. I have no problem killing. And I have no strong opinions for or against it. But I am a surgeon.
I give life. My place is not to take it."
How many hearts you ever
I second Dajhi If I were
If I were to try and get to know you, would I run the risk of losing mine as well, Vilinius?
"Hundreds upon hundreds.
I see no difference in your heart, from many others. I do not steal the hearts of those that have not captured my attention.
Unless you seek a favor, and anger me not, your heart is safe.
For now."
Forsaken;
"Your heart. I would like to know, is the heart of a spider different from others?
I am not always sly when I rip hearts from their chests.
you interest me, little queen.
We shall see."
It is different. Very much
My blood is of a blue/green, if that strikes another mark as in my circulatory system being...different?
Is there anything else you wish to know about my heart, dear Vilinius...?
The stag's ears flicked
For everyone's heart causes them pain eventually.
And I shall be there to...
Take it away"
She chuckles, teeth bared. We
Be careful with your little collection though, if I am ever to come near.
Spiders delight in the nourishment of organs...
The stag once again seems
"I have many plain hearts upon my tines." a smirk finds itself settling upon his expression "Tell me, if, perchance, you might be willing to, strike up a deal. someday"
She grins.Oh goodness, Kaoori
And those two deer that are following you...would you like me to take care of them?
Tell me when to stop D:
((I don't want to force you
"Yes...her, Kaoori....she doesn't enjoy my being alive even I believe.
Let them follow, they are of no concern to me, yet.
the doe of bones is mine.
My doe.
My guardian.
Mine.
(also, please let me know if
(oh not at all Kaoori! I
-breaks out into Earasure's 'always'-)
NU KAOORI YOU KNOW WE LOVE
Hmm, well, I look into who someone is...not what they do. You actions should mean little, and others should look past them.
Well, when those two ever get on your last nerve, do feel free to ask for my assistance sometime.
I'll butchure them for you.
"I shall keep it in mind. I
I do not know that orange doe.
But the one of peacock feathers often watches me.
I find it entertaining actually..."
(Er, I don't remember Lapsi
((really? I've seen another
I've seen another doe with your set watching him, I'll earase it anyway, my apologies))