Marrok's gaze followed the demon's moves but he remained still, showing no intentions of starting anything. As the white one turned around, he felt grateful the other one seemed to be leaving.
His ear merely flicked for the demon's words, as if shooing them off - and then he was gone.
The buck stood still, dripping water and mud, until the last bits of white had disappeared from his vision. Only then he allowed himself to let out a worn out sigh and suddenly he looked so much more tired. The blood quietly running down his leg was mixed into the mud on the ground.
"Are there many jackasses like him in this forest?" He asked the ones around himself before limping towards the deeper water in means of getting himself and his wound clean.

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And nice meeting you too, Sac. : D

One ear perked in the direction the fawn's voice could be heard, followed by her gaze. Nimh narrowed her eyes, but couldn't spot the child right away. Still, she knew which direction he was in now, at least. Though she only managed to make a few steps forward before the fawn came running up to where she stood.

Nimh greeted him with a smile, followed by a frown as she was faced with the task they had in front of them. She could hear the bees buzzing constantly, and every now and then she even caught a glimpse of one of the insects before it vanished out of sight. "No..." She began, while giving a thoughtful shake of her head. "But a hive would be in one of the trees, don't you think?" Nimh raised her head and glanced up towards the nearest tree, as if she believed they would be lucky enough to spot a hive right there. Of course there wasn't, so Nimh immediately began to move towards the next tree.
She wasn't sure what they would do if they found a hive too high up in the tree for them to reach, but that was something they would have to figure out if it should actually happen.

Aw, poor War.
Reminds me of the time when my Doberman didn't know what a bumble bee was until it landed on his nose and stung him. Then I got to watch him bash his face into the ground a few times as he tried to kill it. 8/
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The appearance of the random white male not only irked him, but the fact that he randomly shoved himself into Marrok’s side was just another reason to hate the place. The fox found himself skittering out of the way as the maroon dipped and fell into the bank, causing hip to lose balance and drop the bowl he’d carefully dug up. He scrunched his nose with distaste and called out a snappy‚ “Hey!” toward the white one.

But that was all he could really do nowadays. He was no immortal. He didn’t have the body of a beast like the one before him. Haytham was just a fox with a quad of antlers sitting on his head and that was that. There wasn’t even a chance he could spit one of those fancy white spells onto this being because of the fact that he . . . couldn’t produce such a thing. Magic was incoherant and unhandable.

In other words, Haytham was useless when it came to the fancy stuff. Not that he minded. He knew enough to treat a wound without all of the sparkles. Even if magic would have been faster for such a wound. Sigh.

“What a bitch,” he scowled, sneezing from the long-held scrunch of his nose before moving back over to collect the bowl as the stranger—Sacrilege—made his leave. At least it didn’t shatter. “Get a bunch of arrows in your ass,” his miffed muttering carried on as he once again filled the bowl with water, “hope one of ’em is poisoned.” He dipped his head halfway only to see Marrok beginning to submerge himself in the pond.

That worked too, but . . . didn’t expect him to do it. There was a small worry for whatever creatures there were that lingered below the darker spots in the water he couldn’t reach. Haytham himself never ventured any deeper than he could touch for fear of being snatched up by . . . something. A quick fur bristling moment was calmed only by his internal hope that the stag knew better than to go deeper than he could handle. He’s old enough. He can handle himself.

“Sadly,” he answered Marrok’s question with a slight shrug of his tiny shoulders. “But hey‚ when you get better you can jab as many of ’em as you want. Stick some of ’em in the ribs for me‚ too.” He snorted, and a smile pulled at his black lips in amusement at the small joke as hopped onto one of the lingering logs, following it out to the end. Keeping in mind not to get his tail wet. It was heavy enough as it is.

She heard him before she saw him. The fast-coming thumps of footfalls caused her to turn her head in their direction, but it was too late by then. With a screech the dragon doe lurched backward out of the beast's path, the feathers on each side of her head quickly fanning out. She let loose a sharp hiss, feathers emitting their own hissing as they rustled together. Scarlet eyes were ablaze as she stared daggers on the intruder, tail lashing back and forth. Who did this bastard think he was? She had half a mind to attack him there and then, zero regards for any sort of outcome.

However, as quickly as he had come, he retreated back into the woods. "Mangy bastard," she spat in his direction, still remaining tense even when the maroon stag moved into deeper water. She was more angry at the fact that she had been caught unawares, and that she should have given him a piece of her mind before he left, the arrogant prick.

Shaking her feathers out, she slowly turned back to the other two, growling as her feathers continued to hiss softly. "Tch, unfortunately. There's a lot of bitches and dumb asses in this place." Her head gradually looked from side to side, remaining alert and tense in case anyone else decided to make an unwelcome appearance.

Jinxyness - this is one and the same RP everyone willing can join. Just to keep the plot simple. :>
Currently Marrok is at the pond with two others and the arrow has been removed - in case you wish to join the RP still. (:

Whoopsies, sorry about that. :"D I'm a tad slow today, clearly.
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Soleil loved flowers. Perhaps, it was even because of the similarity between them. Quite a strange thing to think, but it wasn't necessarily wrong. She did get her form of nourishment in the same way, she'd learned. Sol generally referred to it as 'sunbathing'. And that's what flowers do too, right? It made her feel less strange. She was wandering through the poppies, tail trailing behind her, gently brushing the flowers now and again. She headed semi-consciously in the direction of the pond, and heard voices. That was when she noticed the presence of the others. It startled her, but she recovered quickly from her place several paces away from the pond, looking on in a fairly typical perplexed manner. She wasn't sure if she should approach, or if these strangers would eat her alive. Normally she was pretty trusting, but having been startled, the rapid beating of her heart convinced her to be careful for once in her life.

The buck's eyes fixed back to the dragon doe as she spoke. the other brow made a small raise for her last words.
"Do you know the way out?" He asked her, refraining to sound desperate. It became clear to the others now that getting away from this strange land was one of his current plans.
His eyes caught a glimpse of the doe in the distance, yet another stranger, but he disregarded her for now as he was eagerly awaiting for the dragon doe's answer for his important question.

Aww <3 Thanks, guys. I can't help but love throwing him into funny situations. I'm glad everyone enjoys him!

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The fawn was surprised for a moment as Nimh inquired if he was alright. Nobody really did that, at least in speaking terms. "Yep... I'm still alive, so yep." The fawn, having dislodged the thorny bit from the skin of his nose, looked to his new friend. He then looked to the large tree to see if he could see it. All he could see were bees.

"It's pretty high, if it's there. How do you think we could get it down?" The fawn pressed his ears to his skull, clearly nervous. He wanted to help fix up this stag... he admired him. Maybe it was misplaced, since the fawn was able to talk only because the beast was wounded... still didn't know why that was. However, War didn't look a gift leaf on the underside. He nipped at the stinger in his side, quickly dislodging it as if he had been stung before. Being alone a lot, he had gotten into a lot of trouble with the forest creatures, since nobody had taught him otherwise. "I don't want to be a reverse porcupine, either. Maybe we could knock it down into the blueberries." he offered no explanation as to why, though. It's safe to doubt that War knew himself.

War studied Nimh's face. She was peculiar to him. Where even was her nose?

The buck's eye contact to the dragon doe was broken as someone rushed in and nearly yelled. His gaze fixed to the approached doe who seemed suddenly very agitated. Marrok's both brows lifted in mild surprise for such fire.
Everyone around here seemed to carry different information whether or not it was possible to get out of this forest. Maybe this one hadn't found a way, maybe she was just as desperate as himself.
His gaze returned slowly back to the dragon doe, wordlessly returning to his earlier question that was quite essential.

Jezara was now subject to suspicious stares from all angles. She backed away, the hair along her spine standing on end, her ears flicking nervously. She tripped a little and cursed under her breath. Why did she have to butt in? "There is no way out, only through death can you exit this place," she muttered, only just audible. She had made a fool of herself, all because of some stupid upset in the fabric of... No, she thought. I must forget. Maybe the leftover power was manipulating her even now. But why then would it stop them discovering the thing in the Forest? Surely it wanted more helpless souls to bribe?

His question came as no surprise, but she would be lying if she said she knew the answer..at least the exact one anyway. She herself had been outside the forest in her father's kingdom, transported there through a portal that had been conjured up by magic. Magic wasn't the only way however, that much she knew. Perhaps, if you had another home to go to, there was something that would connect each world. "There are different ways out. Some, like my family, use magic. Others use different methods, but I'm not sure how those work. I'd ask aro-"

"There is no way out!"

The gray started, sending water droplets flying in every direction as she spun around to face the newcomer. Her teeth were bared, feathers hissing and rustling uncontrollably.

"There is no way out, only through death can you exit this place."

"Bull. Shit." The tall doe didn't break her threatening stance, even though it was made apparent this other doe was no threat. However, it was the sudden appearance she made that rattled the dragon doe's nerves. How many times was she going to be surprised today? And how much more attention would they attract? Not to mention the doe pacing a distance away was getting to her.

"Could work." War agreed. He then tilted his little muzzle to the sky. That hive was really high, but maybe they could find a long enough stick to get at it... "But finding a big enough stick would take a long time. Longer than climbing the tree." A big frown and floppy ears signaled the fawn's upset at the whole thing. He stood up and turned around to stare off into the birch, thinking.

"I have an idea. Wait here." The fawn ran off, but not before picking up a large acorn that a squirrel had likely dropped.

It was lucky that the babe had had experience in the past with the birch's magic source. He had turned into a squirrel before, and remembered well how terrified he had been. He also remembered, though, that squirrels climbed trees. Careful not to get any in his mouth, the fawn scooped water from the red brick fountain into the nut. Only one good mouthful was needed to do the job, so that was all he carried back with him. War had no idea if it would even work.

Gingerly, the young fawn trotted back to the blue bowl, eyeing Nimh. Would she go along with his plan? As soon as he reached her, the babe gently put the water-filled acorn down between his hooves to steady it, before relaying his thoughts to the human-faced doe with a very serious look on his face: " So... if one of us drinks this water they can turn into a squirrel. Don't worry, it doesn't seem to last for very long. but then the squirrel could climb up and knock the hive off of the tree. But the catch is that it is really scary to be a squirrel... everything is really big." The fawn that drank the water would have to be very fast, too, so as to not get stuck in the tree after they changed back, but War wasn't really thinking that far. All he wanted was the honey that he said he'd bring back.

This is one giant RP, Pandoris. You could totally join in if you wanted.

Nimh wanted to do it! Thank goodness! The relief was apparent on the young male's face as he realized that he didn't have to. He did, however, have a good job too: He could grab the honey. And he made up the plan, of course. That was pride right there. "Okay. You can... but quick cause we don't have time, okay?" The baby looked down at the little acorn and then back up to the other. This was probably the first time the young fawn worried about anyone other than himself, and it was about more than one other creature at once. He offered up the little acorn cup to the other young deer.

The bees grumbled up above, and the little buckling grew more nervous. Once Nimh securely had the acorn, the whitetail babe ran to hide behind a giant tree, peeking around. The bees surely wouldn't seek him out there. They would be too confused, wouldn't they? The hive would be more of a concern. "Don't make me into a reverse porcupine!" He yelled, both at Nimh and the bees.

The fawn watched as the magic did its own thing, much to his chagrin. However, a bird was just as good. The tiny fawn reared and yelled encouragement as the crow did battle with the bees... until the bees turned into one angry swarm of stingers aimed wherever they saw movement. War hesitated. He balked at going to get the honey. I'm going to get myself dead. Those bees are going to turn me into a big old porcupine. He nearly began to cry.

Much like before, when faced with something terrifying a little bit of the fawn's mind clicked. Despite all of the running War had done today, he still would have to run for it to grab a comb. The shattered hive was leaking, bleeding all of the healing honey onto the ground. It wasn't a time to be a fish. (Fish were scared, not deer.)

War cried out a little battle cry and raced toward the dark cloud of bees. Their stingers rushed past him as he swept a big chunk of the hive, comb and outer shell, from the ground and took off with it. A whole swarm was following, closing in fast. War almost dropped the precious golden cargo, but his mouth had a death-grip on it. Eyes darting about wildly, the decision finally revealed itself: Duck in cover in the blueberries. Lucky enough, the bees just hovered above. Maybe they can't see me here. He finally realized. A silent, quivering ball of dark fluff, he waited a few tense minutes. The buzzing finally grew more faint.

The aftermath was almost gruesome. A smashed hive still bled golden honey. A big patch of blueberries was trampled, blue stains all over the place. War was covered in stains, had a few stings, and had honey all over his face. But where was Nimh? "Hey? You can come out now! We gotta go!" War yelled, creeping out of the bushes and setting their prize at his hooves. "Hello?" A quivering, nervous call.

oh!! oh lol okay I get it, it's completely alright, I can wait. B)

The young whitetail almost crumbled with relief. She was not taken by the bees. Quickly, though, he went back to the task at hand. He waited until she had passed him before moving after, as fast as his little overworked legs would carry him. Maybe they would let him nap by the pond. Or maybe the sugar rush from the honey would kick in.

War practically stumbled down the small incline and into the open area at the bank. The chunk of hive, almost as big as his little head, bobbed in front and he almost lost his sight as he trotted the last few paces to where the fox and injured buck were talking. "Got it. Might need some later... so don't use it all. Bees are mean." The sheer stickiness of his wet-looking face suggested he probably could just wipe it on any stinger-pricks and there would be plenty, but the fawn didn't really notice much.

Next business: go down and get yourself a drink and a patch of sun like the hero you are. Instead... the fawn just shoved his face into the water and plopped down in it, resting his head on a well-placed stone. He was happy to be thoroughly soaked and was quite tuckered out. The bee stings no longer caused a problem, but likely would when the adrenaline wore off. He was aware that day 2 was always harder than day 1.

Nimh raced towards the pond, but always peeked over her shoulder to make sure War was following, ready to step in and help him if he should be in need of any more help. He surely was a brave little fawn.

She was relieved to see the trio was still by the pond, and breathing quite heavily Nimh stopped at the edge of the water, watched as War brought the honeycomb over to the injured buck. The water looked very tempting though. On stiff legs she moved out into the pond, where she pretty much flopped down and sighed when the chill water soothed the stings. "Oh, it was nothing." She replied - as if turning into a crow, stealing honey and fighting a swarm of bees were nothing - when the buck thanked everyone who had been helping them, before she turned her head and smiled at War. Nimh was quite proud of their archievement, and War should be too!

Now when they had done their part, she could focus on getting the stingers out of her body, glad she didn't react very much to the bee's poison. The places where she had been stung was a bit swollen and sore, but otherwise she was alright.

The doe managed to calm herself enough to lower her feather ruff, but she still had the same problem. Soleil looked at the Pond, where the others were congregated, and then back at the forest behind her. Was it worth it? Her mouth was dry, but she didn't want her head ripped off. Self-preservation warred with thirst in her head until she decided. A compromise. She made a wide circle around so that she was no longer directly in front of the group in the distance, approaching the Pond from an angle. A breeze running through the far off trees gently ruffled her feathers as she bent her head down for a drink. Every muscle in her body was still tensed defensively though, considering Soleil was closer to the group of strangers than she was comfortable with.

Jezara's skin prickled with mild hatred and embarrassment, and she stiffened. Magic was unreliable and wild, unless it was used for truly innocent purposes. Yes, 'chameleon' spells were harmless, but most others were deadly in some way or another. As she heard scoffs and snorts directed at her, she said, "Bad person, bad magic. If you have good intentions, then magic is safe."

She glared around the circle of deer that was forming. Their faces told her she was pushing it. These creatures wanted to know things. They had questions. So why go against her own philosophy? Her fear was making her... Not herself. I must conquer it, thought Jezara grimly. But this fear was not irrational.

As the clatter of footfalls grew louder, Jezara glanced at the arriving party of two. They were caked in a sticky golden substance, presumably honey. The youngest was also splattered with berry juice, and both were sparingly sporting small lumps where they had been stung. Jezara cocked her head, then realised what the honey must be for. She decided to revert to her passive side and help out. "Bark can scrape out bee stings," she suggested, almost muttering to herself.

Plucking out the stingers was picky work, and everytime Nimh seemed to be sure all was out, an itch somewhere on her body would remind her that there was still one or two stingers left. She was too busy concentrating on what she was doing, so the conversation among the others pretty much went over her head.

In the end the last stinger was finally spit into the water, and Nimh suddenly felt like her whole body was bruised from head to tail. Not only because of all of the stings, but because the adrenaline was finally leaving her body and she noticed how tired she was from the whole ordeal. It wasn't every day you turned into a crow and fought a whole swarm of bees! The water was cold, but Nimh didn't want to leave the pond yet, it still felt soothing on her stings. She soon began to lick at a patch of blueberry juice on her knee, and then finally raised her head to listen to the conversation going on around her.

Bad magic? Nimh had never heard of bad magic. The only magic she knew of was the one who would give you funny faces, or pretty colors - or cool antlers you could spar with. And yes, it could turn you into a crow so you could knock down beehives. Nimh smiled at War's word, though was puzzled by how angry he was sounding. And then her eyes caught the stranger who was drinking from the pond. She seemed scared. Nimh couldn't understand why. She dragged herself onto her feet, water dripping from her fur as she made her way towards the doe with a slight tilt of her head, as if to ask why she was scared.

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  “It’s not a problem,” Haytham told Marrok as he resettled himself on the bank. The shade of the old, gnarled swamp tree being the spot he chose to slink toward. He didn’t expect anything from the buck, and on the off chance that they became friends, Haytham figured it would be, well, something good. Friendship kept you alive here when you were forever his size unless you found some other mystical way of doing so.
  The return of the fawns, Nimh and War, were noted, and Haytham regarded them cooly. A small smile lingering and a headbob or two given in thanks for searching out the honey. He'd even gone to tell Marrok that it might sting but it looked as though the buck had found out quick enough. Just killin’ the bacteria. Who knows where that arrow came from. But it did tell him something: that it was possible that wherever Marrok had been, there were humans. A quiet mrrt-like chuckling could be heard when War had given himself the chance to dunk his head under the water.
  When magic once more made its way into the conversation, the fox fell quiet. He hadn’t had many dealings with it, and when he had, the majority of them had been bad. Sure, it didn’t mean all of it was bad, but it could be used to do bad things. It all depended on who had it—or weilded it, rather.

It seemed many had different experiences when it came to magic - and different beliefs. Marrok himself had never experienced magic but he had always heard about it. But the only ones capable of magic in his world were shamans who would seek for a connection with the spirit world... and of course different gods his herd... his former herd worshipped.
Silently he listened to the conversations, finding himself quite intrigued by the thought of seeing some of this magic that had became a hot topic among the group. His bright eyes also gave the fawn a look, secretly admiring the child's courage to say his mind to a full grown. Despite not much caring for children, this one seemed alright. All he hoped was that men was something the fawn would never learn about the hard way.
Marrok's muzzle was sticky with honey but his leg was treated now. All there was to do was to let it rest and heal on it's own - and the thought of this already frustrated the young buck. With a sigh he pushed himself up once again and moved himself back to the waterline to do some muzzle cleaning while still listening to the others conversation. A bee buzzed around his head for a moment, tempted by the sweet scent of honey.

Oh! RP! I know there's like a whole bunch of raucous goin' on right now by ze pond so I'll just toss little Leola in elsewhere for now~ I'll bring her in trully to like, the main group whenever I see a good chance. Until then if any other peoples wanna come meet her dat's kewl too~! //tosses self into roleplay
Forgive any typos I didn't catch. >.>

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Blood. The small twinge of the fading odor hit the alabaster doe Leona like the bite of a viper; just a pinch, but no less foul. And the female's distaste registered clearly on her visage, black lips curling back and nose wrinkling, and to almost comically top it off, her pink tongue protruding slightly from her flat teeth. It was not the first time that she had smelled such a thing as blood- it signaled a predator's catch, or other means of... well, death. Death. So for Leona it did not particularly signal anything good. She doubted it did for anyone, although for some reason it irked her to a slightly alarming degree. Especially if there were large amounts of it. The source seemed to be close, although the flow was no longer forthcoming, and that prompted the doe to twist her long neck, slender skull angling until her silver gaze fixated on several body's by the pond several yards away. She could just barely make out their species- one was a sort of chimera, features a mix between cervine and reptillian. There was another, one that was the more popular "human faced" species, that was a greater distance from the cluster than the rest. Other than that, all were normal. But what on earth was a \fox\ doing there? Leona's eyes narrowed slightly. They'd gathered quite the crowd... some injury, it must've been, although from here she could see no blood and no wounds. Hmph. She doubted her curiosity would be appreciated so she merely returned to grazing silently, with a last, apprehensive snort. But she still kept one eye open.