Sorry to interrupt the RP -again-, but I fixed Rory's bio a bit...

Whenever you feel like it and have time, just tell me! I'd be so glad to pimp Aurora's bio a bit. Just tell me whether you wish to talk per blog, Email, MSN... it's all fine with me!

And thanks again for the offer, that is very kind of you!

*quickly runs off so she wouldn't disturb RP and further*

(Since Aurora found Crybaby again, I may just throw some RP post at you. <.< Uh, that sounds so mean. No, really, if I am too quick or something, tell me, I will keep my mouth shut.

As for the CSS thing, ... basically any time I am around. Don't know, but I don't favor anything I'd like to do. Whatever comes to mind )

The piebald approached the sleeping frame of the white buck. She heard about him before; about him and the pond. What Kaoori said. An angel... who perharps returned to a place better than this one. And Aurora remembered how she herself broke out in tears to hear such a thing. That is place was so terrible, deer would seek refuge in death. Or afterlife.

And now that the Lioness was still gnawing on her senses, pleading, demanding, shouting to be let closer, Aurora couldn't help but to marvel the beauty of the fallen angel. Angles... she wondered what made an angel. Was is a character? Or a certain appearance?

So her stout body spent some time staying there at a convenient distance, letting the wind brush though her thick fur.

In surprise, the azure eyes widen slightly as the ears immeadiatly tilt into the snow-white stag's direction. A slight smile stretched over Aurora's muzzle as she lifts a self-conscious, shining white hoof. Another good brush of the wind through her thick fur made her pelt tickle.

He seemed so healthy again... has he been with his heavenly brethren? Did he recover? It seemed like a shining light of hope. Perharps the forest was more desireable than she thought. The lioness gave a mocking flick at that. Her wild feelings, they would always consider the place good. It gave her all she needed. For now.

In a tenderly soft, but shy voice the piebald answers.

"Hello, Sir... Mind if I... sit down here?"

The previous shy smile grew more confident as the piebald takes another step further to sit in a convenient distance near Crybaby. It was the distance that didn't invade personal space, but also allowed a normal talk. Her legs now tucked neatly beneath her mass of a extremle tick furred belly, she began to swivel her ears around again. What a lovely day, after all.

The lioness kept purring. At least no danger -here-. Who knows where else it may linger.

The two azure eyes that so often represented windows to her soul, her spirit were now fixed on the angel - recognizing his wounds, but also the contentment he seemed to radiate, here, near his family. A contentment that filled empathic does like Aurora with the exact same feeling. While her gaze just semed to linger on his face now, it didn't invade him - it was polite and friendly, like her.

Her voice again quiet but softly nice, she replies. "Thank you... I am Aurora, pleased to meet you."

It was true that the little buck was feeling much better now, spending as much time with the ones he loved as he could.

This doe seemed to be nice. He normally would feel very embarrassed if someone just looked at his face like this but this one seemed... different.

"Nice to meet you... I'm uh..." he wasn't sure about telling his 'name', like always... but oh well. "I'm Crybaby..." he smiled slightly, always feeling ashamed about it.

"You think so?" it wasn't even his true name, but he couldn't remember his real one... this memory seemed to be lost forever.
"Hm..." he gave her a warm smile, somehow feeling comfortable in her presence.

"You're really nice..." he said with his gentle voice. Yes this doe, she was very mysterious and it was the first time he talked to her but she... she really seemed to be kind.

Sithrim yawned slightly as Crybaby giggled a bit and turned slightly towards him more. " I slept like a baby. " he admitted with a sincere smile as he lifted up his face from his chest. He tilted his head now, asking him the same.

Sithrim smiled widely, this smile only him could do in such precise circumstances. His tilted head slowly was straight again and he lifted his head down to him, looking his face closely. "I'm glad to see your cheeks pink again." oh yes he was. But he looked down at his leg, or otherwise this non-stop gazing would drive him to blush slightly as well. It was somehow uncomfortable...
"How is your leg?"

Sithrim:
Crybaby shyly lowered his gaze when Sithrim's face approached, but he kept smiling slightly. He hadn't notice himself staring so much.
His gaze lifted towards his right foreleg.
"Uhm... it still hurts but... I'm okay." he just didn't really want to move it because of the stabbing pain it was always causing. Now it was just a constant, pulsing pain which he could bear.


Calinka:
"Likewise... thank you very much as well." he smiled a cute smile and slowly lowered his own head to the ground, closing his eyes.
Hm now he had a new friend, this was very nice.
He thought about what good things had happened today and calmly fell asleep as well, a peaceful sleep, finally.
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It was, thank you as well : )

Sithrim sighed, slightly relieved and glanced at the injured leg Crybaby had to deal with since several weeks now. But he could now fulfill his duty now, keeping him warm, still and somewhat safer than he'd be all on his own.
" It's better then I suppose... " he smiled content, nuzzling his cheek very lightly before flicking his ears again, lifting his neck up once more.

Sithrim nodded slightly when he spoke about him healing slowly. Well, considering he wasn't just a simple mortal but an angel, he'd heal much faster than any other, he thought.
His face slowly got downer again, closer to his white angelic face. He examinated all the lines of his face again, carefully. He was indeed of an extremely beauty, one couldn't deny that. He locked his antlers to his, not knowing really if it was on purpose or not. He didn't know which force made him go downer now, his lips touching his. He just knew he was kissing him now, and wasn't ready to back his head either.

Sithrim closed his eyes slightly, his ears slowly moving forward as they kissed for the very first time. When he opened his eyes, it was only to notice how red Crybaby's cheeks got, and his eyes already shut down. When he lifted his head up again, he forgot their antlers were locked; so their faces were really close still and he chuckled embarassed, not really succeeding in getting themselves free again.. " Oh well... "

Sithrim had flushed slightly as well, his heart had started to race crazily now, his ears trembling to the sides. He still didn't know why he had just done this. Crybaby was like a ... well, like a what? A son? No, not just that. He was more like... someone he'd protect above all things now. "I'm sorry.. this was weird.." he babbled as he slightly chuckled, kind of ashamed of himself. He glanced around, wondering, hoping, no one would have just seen this secret first kiss, under this willow.

"If you say so..." he babbled again, not really knowing what he was supposed to say or do now... He looked around once more, unsure of his own feelings too. Last time he had kissed someone ... was really far away, or so it seemed. A few months, since he had last spoke to Maia. But now she was gone. Definitely? Who knows. It had let a great suspense in the bad boy's heart, who thought wasn't able to love again like he had loved her. He dropped his head down, wondering if he had fallen in a trap of the same kind again.

Once more, Aurora had been running through the forest. Alone. On her own. These times, her wild, untamed and above all furious feelings would hunger for company. But not for the sake of chatter, laughter and friendship - no. To be around others. Whenever something could -happen-. Something that involved blood. These wild feelings, her Lioness, were prowling. They waited - ever vigilant.

It was this vigil that made Aurora so attentive the last days. The lioness' fierceness was running through her blood - but right now, she would only use it for her compassion. Her friends needed her. Heck, there was even no definition 'friends' for her by now. Just the forest. Kind deer. Who needed help. Who would call. And the piebald would answer. Always.

Yet catching the frame of the white buck near the pond stirred other feelings in Aurora. Admiring humbleness. He, the angel who had returned. Her proof for the forest is not lost. The deer aren't.

A smile stretches over her muzzle as she approaches him with jouyous prancing, the wind brushing through her long, wild piebald-fur. He notably longer, fluffy tail would swish every now and then in anticipation - would he even recognize her again? -, but she kept prancing nearer.

The wind carries her voice over, a gentle, soft tune that is drenched by joy and wonder.

"Good day, Crybaby!"

With the momentum of her nimble leaps, Aurora suddenly lowers her hind quarters so much down, she begins to skit across the fallen leaves of late autumn. She practiced these movements for so long, without even wondering there is a different way to approach people. Like... slowing down, and then walking. At least it was evidence of her good mood.

So it's not miracle she is laying in no time in front of the beautiful snow-white buck that was smiling kindly at her, an expression she was still returning. Her smile was deeply moved though, the way she always felt when being around someone like Crybaby. Someone so brave. So strong. True friendliness was written all over her face.

The wind brushes another cold breeze through her thick, slightly longer fur and sends the six medium sized, but broad feathers brushing with it, perharps longing to fly again on the wings of a bird. Such a philosophic thought would make the Lioness smile. Yes, she would long for freedom, too. Like any wild animal would.

Her voice is certainly not carried with the wind this time, as it takes the tune of a soothing, kind but comforting melody.

"How are you on this chilly day?"

For the tiniest part of a second, Aurora's eyes wander down Crybaby's white fur in a self conscious, but also knowing move. So it had been that obvious? Empathic as she was, she certainly sensed more than curiosity in the angel's question.

Her ears ever swiveling in alter and vigilance, she replies in a reassuring, honest, but soft tune.

"I am better now, Crybaby, I really am."
For a second, she smiles even wider in kindness. "You actually did a fair part of making me feel better. Building up my confidence again. Yes, you did. Such is Purity, as pure as your white fur."


With another kind smile she concludes her explanation. Aurora was indeed wise enough not to mention what exactly about Crybaby made her stand up again, as calling memories sometimes called old sorrows again. But not this night. No sorrow. That made the Lioness purr in satisfaction. The beast, her ever wild feelings of compassion hated sorrow.

And yet, that didn't change anything about her point of view. So Aurora would just sit here, and be glad for this, well, heavenly company. The smile does not fade for a second, neither does the kind looks of her eyes that seemed like two cool ponds on a hot summer's day.

"Hm? No, no.." he'd have lifted his head up but Crybaby's little quick bites on his ear prevented him from it. He smiled a bit instead, feeling a very fuzzy feeling inside his stomach starting to grow.

"I'm very glad you're okay now..." he sighed slightly, pleased by the warm head against his neck. "But ... promise me now..." He lifted his head to his side a bit to make sure he was listening.

He took a deep breath and his ears flicked slightly. "You'll never again stand between fighting deer, okay?" his gaze suddenly sad, uncertain he'd even listen to him here. He had tried once, had turned mad because he didn't. Catastrophy, yes. Sithrim lowered his eyes a bit, thoughtful. At least, well... he wouldn't stop trying to tell him this.

"And I'd say more... you should run away. Stupid deer could think of hurting you after." he didn't know who would attack him still... but yeah, who knows. Forest wasn't as peaceful nowadays, or so it seemed to him. "You want this to happen again?" he looked at him severely.

Aurora lost a slight chuckle. Partly amused, partly of joy. The simple joy of sitting here, in delightful company. Company that would fufill what she has been craving for. Craving for comfort... whose comfort? His? He didn't need any. He seemed as content as he could be. She? Did she seek contentment? How could she be content right now. It seemed as far away as the moon in the brightest night. Far away, but yet shining down. Bringing -still- light down.

Perharps it was this kind of light Aurora would like to wander in. Was Crybaby the source? Why not? She just loved to be around here. Him, the angel who returned. One of the few sparks that ignited her fire again. A fire that was burning now very hot and comforting - but also very high. Would it ignite the surroundings? Could it kill?

Thankfully, a cool breeze that brushed once more through her thick, slighty long piebald coat. With it, the distressing thoughts were laid down - down, but not away. She would just have to live with it.

Her clear azure eyes still gaze kindly and admiring at the buck, as another honest smile stretches over her muzzle.

"Crybaby, helping... comforting... any kind of it does not always mean to do something for a person directly. While it certainly means to do something, it can affect others as well. Impress them. And give them hope when they need it. Comforting can mean something is such an honorable, such a loving act, it warms other's hearts. Like my own. Thus, you helped me. A lot. You made me find my faith when I lost it in the dark. The light of purity, I guess."


She lowers her head to let it first brush the thick coat of leaves that covered the earth, and then finally laid it down. Shifting her weight more to the other side, the four shining white hooves slowly came to be seen.

Yes, she was recovering. Hence her philosophic babble. Though, come to think of it, she would do it always. If it meant to comfort, help or make people happy - but this was such hopeful philosophy, Aurora felt a piece of contentment rush through her.

The light of the moon, perharps.

"What an exhausting day... how difficult vigilance can be. Rest would be good..."


Her last words were merely a whisper, but lost in the thought whether she would be able to sleep a fine sleep tonight.

Before she could even help it, she had dozed off to sleep. This day had indeed been more exhausting than she thought. Her frame was frequently moved but the consequent, deep breaths she was taking.

Who knows what tomorrow would bring? At least this night, her dreams were guarded. By and angel? Aurora would wish to. And perharps it was just imagination, perharps it were her blurry thoughts - but she felt the kind presence next to her sleeping frame.

♥

I am joyful to see you both. ♥
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