Trixzie stuck her head up in the air and let out a mrrrraw of laughter. "Oh, you silly scared little creature." She said, tauntingly. "You, dear, I believe have nothing to fear, but then again this is me talking, not my dragon self."

Through her skull mask hr eyes squinted in amusement and she drew in closer. "Tell me why do you fear so easily? You were frightened before I even fell upon you." Trixzie turned her back to him and made her way to the tree about two yards away. "Don't try to run away now, we don't want my dragon self slipping out of me again now do we?" She rubbed her side on it allowing her scent to spill upon the tree.

Jerking in fear and eyes widening, Dorian felt himself so very captured by malevolent powers... again. Geezus, this'd be, what, the fifth time this week?...
Giving a small whimper and following after her slowly, hesitantly, he kept his head low as he went. He posed no threat what so ever. He liked to emphasize this.
"Why wouldn't I? Being sc... careful has kept me alive so far... It's a good strategy." He said, not even fooling himself. He was a multi-phobic by nature, no way to change that. But it was true, it'd kept him alive so far... It had kept him fast and alive. He'd even grown to like his fear for this.

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"Heh... confidence?... what's that?..." he said, only partially joking, since he'd never felt confident in his entire life... still, he straightened up, if only to widen the distance between the two. His ear was still flat again his head, his eyes fearful, but at least he had a better posture. At least.
But The tone she'd just used... It made him curious... there'd been something almost... caring about it...
frowning, he for once looked like he wasn't a nervous wreck.
"But... why do you care?..." he asked, sounding honest, even polite... like he actually cared too.

Quite astounded by her demands, Dorian could not help but follow them, like a well-trained dog, though being in a self-confident pose was so incredibly alien to him, he couldn't help but tremble.
"I'm kinda used to being picked on by now, actually... running usually works, though!..." he tried in his meagre defence, though he could already hear how much of a pussy that made him sound like... Why did he even care? It's not like this doe was ever gonna find him again once they parted, after all.
Though she probably could.
She probably would...
She was definitely gonna find him again...

And a reaction was exactly what she got.
Instantly, Dorian's eyes went from listlessly frightened to infuriated and strangely desperate, his posture improved as if by magic. He even managed to look just slightly threatening...
"I'm not a doe!!" He shrieked at her, unconvincing and shrill, though there was a rare fury in his mismatched eyes...

Realizing this as well, Dorian let his rage guide him for now, running after the insolent doe and quickly catching up, having damn-near the fastest hooves a small deer could have.
His eyes were shooting lightning at her from their sunken-in sockets, fur standing on end, making him look close to reasonably-sized, even. He actually wasn't un-impressing when angered, at least compared to his normal, scared, little self.
Snorting and stomping the ground, he looked like he was ready to attack at any moment.
"Bring it, scaly." he sneered through gritted teeth. Wow, he was easy to piss off...

Still, Dorian stood still where he was, scraping the ground and giving annoyed throws of his scarred head, looking like a small, fluffy ball of rage. A ball of rage who wasn't gonna give up or back down.
"Hmph! Just bring it!" He hissed at the dragon-doe, for the moment having completely forgotten his numbing fear and common sense of not picking fights with supernatural beings.

His heart nearly stopping at the terrifying display, Dorian was momentarily incredibly close to just let dragon-doe be dragon-doe and run the hell away... but that comment was enough to put him back into full rage-mode, body itching to get some hurting done, a snort and an angry scrape suddenly summoning a bony skull-helmet of a giant bird on his head, before he suddenly and very unexpectedly rushed forward, faster than what was probably healthy, making a turn just before frontal impact, only to twist his body and ram directly into her side, skull-first.
It wasn't very powerful, but the speed and the hard bone ensured it was felt.

Though the sudden physical contact seemed to have knocked some sense back into the purple buck.
He was trembling and gasping, having struggled to his feet as soon as he could, feeling like his entire body was over-run by poisonous spiders.
Shaking his head to clear it and swallowing with difficulty, he turned his gaze to Trixzie yet again, giving a small, dazed, almost shameful nod.
He'd fought before, no doubt, but the rush of rage was an uncommon thing for him... He was used to cold chills, not boiling blood, after all.

Swallowing in between his pathetic, wheezing gasps for breath, Dorian just managed to stutter "I... Don't... d-don't like being touched...", as if it explained everything. Still, he soon caught his breath.
"Yeah... felt great... But I still lost. Fighting never solved anything... not for me..." he said in that streetwise Jersey-accent. He'd picked a bit too many fights he couldn't win... obviously, else how would he have ended in such a miserable physical state?...

Giving a belittled and offended frown, Dorian never let the doe out of his sight as she circled him like a hungry wolf... a simile which scared him quite a bit... So, naturally, one he chose not to think about.
"But it's always been like that!... I can't fight, I never could... I always lose, no matter what..." he said, feeling his short burst of courage shrink away into nothing yet again, leaving him with nothing but a slightly numb forehead as he sneezed his helmet away.
It was good for protection, but too much in the way generally.

But what then occurred was rather unexpected.
Giving a shrill scream at the sudden contact, Dorian kicked out powerfully with his hind legs, missing Trixzie by nary an inch, only to bolt to one side as fast as he could, heading for the blue bowl yet again, a place he could hide while running, at the very least.
Obviously, he didn't just "dislike" being touched.
He was genuine terrified if it.
And in an instance, he was out of sight.

But terror had stripped the stag of his common sense for the time being, the sound of the massive flapping wings behind him only making him run faster, seeking cover under trees with dense foliage and in between bushes.
Holy shit, I'm dead! I am so very dead!!... his thoughts raced as he sped across the forest floor, panic having gripped his heart long ago... until a thought made its way into his mind...
Maybe... just maybe the dragon wouldn't hurt him if he didn't run?... maybe she'd lay off if he surrendered... he might be able to explain it with a sudden panic-attack... after all, he wasn't used to being a deer, the instincts were a lot stronger than when he was a human...
Taking a deep breath as he ran out into a wide, open, unavoidable space... And just turned to face the dragon, standing still, looking scared as ever but determined. So very determined.
Now or never!...

Struggling just slightly as he was pinned down, Dorian just managed to screech a simple "I'm sorry!" before Trixzie stepped away from him, leaving him to gasp for breath on the ground, struggling to get up, the taste of smoke clouding his lunges, making him cough and wheeze for breath. He was... not dead! painful as the pin-down had been, it was nothing he couldn't overcome. He'd been right! -for once in his life, he'd been right!
But what Trixzie said worried him... He didn't quite know why, but it did.
"wait... 'just like you did?'..." he asked, sounding truly concerned... worried about the fuming dragon...

But Dorian just frowned... looked worried, as he slowly and cautiously stepped closer, ignoring his instincts to flee. Ignoring them big-time.
"Hey... not everyone's like that... true, most peo... deer are, but there are still some... heh, some gullible idiots out there who actually care..." he said with a small chuckle, a rather sweet little smile on his face as he continued stepping closer.

Stopping for only one step at the sight of the splitting skull, Dorian shook his head slightly, relentlessly moving closer still, though carefully... he didn't want to piss her off any further.
"Hey..." He said carefully.
"You okay?..."

Feeling like he was flirting with death, Dorian stopped for a while as she turned away from him, though he soon began walking towards her again... but keeping his distance.
"Yeah, good point..." he said in a tender voice, worry clear on his rather ugly face.
"I'm... I'm sorry I ran, y'know..." he said, not used to apologizing at all, at least not heart-felt... he might have gotten out of debt and rape a few times by excusing his own existence and the like, but this time... he really was sorry...

Giving a small chuckle, Dorian took the chance and moved just that little bit closer, giving a quirky, hesitant smile, almost making himself nudge her affectionately.
"Because you don't wanna kill the only gullible idiot you know... -would be my guess." he said with a small chuckle... managing to give her side a friendly nudge with his cheek! Though it was quick. Very quick. And briefer than brief.

Looking down in deep thought, Dorian seemed to recall not one but several events... Several painful events.
"I... don't really know... Heh, I've fought for my life so many times and... I can't even remember them now..." He said, having vague flashes of horrid faces, metal and guns, insane laughter and blood everywhere... and... that... puppet... shivering, he tore himself back to reality.
"But I think..." a momentary blush rushed across his face.
"Fighting for my, eh... honour... was an important one..." Ah, yes. The only one he could clearly remember winning to date. It's incredible what a 16-year old boy can do when faced with an over-weight perv with a too-active sex-drive...

Tilting his head, Dorian simply gave a squeaky snort, summoning his helmet from before, smiling in an almost child-like manner behind it.
"This keeps me safe enough, y'know... it's, uh... I think it's magical..." he said, looking a little insecure, whirring his head slightly. The thing looked old and arcane, alright, but on top of that, like it could fall apart if you stared at it too hard. Still, it HAD packed quite a punch...

Leaving the poor fellow quite perplexed as he stood there, feeling very awkward all of a sudden... but soon clearing his throat, looking around in a slightly frantic way.
"Uhm... I usually just, uh... y'know, make sure to face 'em and block 'em with this..." He said, looking about as awkward as he felt. He could hardly demonstrate it, as he mostly just improvised and the helmet did the rest... It was a good helmet. It knew him well and kept his head cool in the heat of battle.

Flinching slightly at the comparison, Dorian nodded slightly and forced his one remaining ear up, only managing to emphasize how awkward he looked with just a stump of the other one left. Say what you will of his habit of keeping his ears down, at least it made him look somewhat symmetrical.
"Alright... Eh, anything else?..." He asked, still slouching slightly, but trying his best to stand up straight. To his surprise, it actually took off some of the pressure on his exposed spinal chords, helping him relax slightly.

Cay x Raleigh?

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@Z.m123: Oh, sure! XD

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@Pepper: All the while Dorian was looking attentive and alert, his remaining ear standing up from sheer interest now, his under-nourished brain eager to suck in anything anyone could teach him.
"Uhm, study my opponent and find a good way to escape which doesn't involve pain?..." he said, which was generally his usual strategy. He might not have looked it, but Dorian was rather good at finding his opponent's weak spot. Years on the street had taught him well.