Darcy's Profile

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Name: Darcy

Nicknames: D or Dar

Gender: Stag

Age: Mid 30's

Pictogram:
Here

Loves: Forever, a peahen.

Official Color: #C76114

Personality:
Darcy is a pretty complex guy and is extremely hard to describe in a short amount of space, but I shall try!
There are many layers to his personality, and no one layer truly stands out against the rest yet as he continues his journey to find his true self within a sea of emotion. I suppose it would be a good idea to start with Darcy’s positives. One thing that has always stayed steady about the stag however is his friendly, self-sacrificing nature. His level of outgoingness changes with his mood, but he is always willing to offer a smile and kind words to any who are friendly in return. For his friends, he’s willing to offer anything. In a constant search for approval and belonging he takes his relationships quite seriously and tries not to hold any one person above another.
He is creative and loves to work with words, often speaking poetically, philosophical about everything in life. Open and willing to try out new ideas and activities, when in a good mood he can be a fun guy to be around. His hobbies, likes and interests are broad, and unlike some it’s hard to pin point just exactly what sort of individual he is through them alone.
Honest but considerate, he is often stuck between the truth and what might not want to be heard. It is however well known that he is a bad liar and easy to read once his emotions get the better of him. Being plagued by a somewhat guilty conscience he often takes on more responsibility for a wrong done then he needs to or is at fault for, but he is always sincere and looking out for the best interests of others in whatever he does.

What may seem simply humble to some, however, can translate into a darker side in Darcy. Haunted by past and present events and mistakes, Darcy often struggles to move on from things that have caused him stress, or worse, especially if it has caused others the same illness. His mood will sour at any trigger of a bad experience, or at random if his mind is not properly distracted, and may often seem confusing and hard to understand to those around him. These fits of depression are extremely varied in their levels of intensity, the smallest being a simple standoffish sadness that keeps him distant and quiet for a short period of time, to the worst, in which his mind is so overtaken he seizes to function as himself and ‘loses his mind’, in a sense, temporarily switching off from the world around him.
And lastly, apart from sadness…anger. Darcy can at times, well…snap. One can only be gracious for so long, after all. He has always had a wild side as a younger stag and an affinity for starting fights, and while most of that former rowdiness has dulled, he is no less eager to lower his antlers when he’s anything from annoyed to protective to outraged. Especially when in a bad mood, his patience can be worn quite thin and he is easily provoked, while on another day he might tolerate the irritation better. Despite his looks, which certainly don’t mirror that of your usual tough guy image, he knows how to fight and wont back down from a reasonable challenge.

Appearance:
The buck has taken a strong liking to the orange butterfly pelt and the spiky brown antlers that curve down towards his back. His mask of choice is the Real Deer mask, not just because it’s a fine look but he very much enjoys the sound it makes. Rarely ever will he change appearance finding himself quite handsome as he is, thank you. When he's feeling silly or depressed though he might change things up for a little while. When he's sad he either turns into a mini deer (small and insignificant) or wears one of the real deer pelts (ordinary, not flashy).

Darcy is a bit on the short side for a buck, compact and sturdy in body yet lithe in features. His legs are thinly built but they are quite muscular and agile. His eyes are an amber color, only slightly lighter than the orange of his pelt. There are tusfts of hair at the ends of his longer-than-average ears like a lynx, as well as a bit of extra fuzz, streaked with premature graying, growing from his forehead that look curiously like bangs as it hangs over his mask. Scars dot his frame, some destryong hair pigment and causing new growth to come in white, and on others hair refuses to grow at all. He doesn't like to be 'naked' because of this, as the default pelt tends to show them better. His face too bears the many reminders of past harm, self inflicted and resulting from numerous battles. He's quite ashamed of them, and therefor will not allow himself to be caught without a mask that properly conceals them. If these long healed injuries can be overlooked, he has a pleasant face, his features very soft and subtle, all but his eyes which are deeply set, and while kindly, have a constant look of weariness in them. A short bit of stubble grows along his chin and jawline, helping him to have a more masculine appearance his otherwise softness may not allow...

Human Appearance: H e r e

Likes:
-Darcy’s favorite past time is making himself dizzy. When he finds he likes a certain someone or is really just feeling quite bored and idle, he’ll start circling. Around trees, rocks, the Twin Gods, mushroom circles or other deer, it doesn’t much matter to him, but round and round he’ll go. He's also start circling in place when he's nervous or anxious.
-Being transformed into small animals. He’ll stay in this form for hours, finding the reaction of others highly amusing, and appreciates the new perspective of the world.
- Helping others with their masks and pelts. Once given the honor of being asked, Darcy is dedicated till the correct combination is found.
-Playfighting. Unlike a lot of other deer who might find this behavior rude, he gets a thrill out of challenging others, though it's rarely ever serious. When another deer actually engages him, it makes his day ^^
-Sitting near the pond under the willows, letting the long drooping branches caress him.
- Dancing! He loves putting together new steps and combinations in his dance.
-Fawns. Fawns are his weakness, and he'll do his best to befriend them all and try to include them in his activities.


Dislikes:
-He doesn’t really care for ‘spell games’ too much, as he likes his appearance as it is and always ends up changing it back. He’ll play along for a while but if a spell caster is especially persistent he can get a bit agitated. He ESPECIALLY hates being ‘sneak attacked’ by the magical white pelts given by the Twin Gods. Unless he’s with good company, he’ll become quite aggressive or intimidated by this and will flee the area.
-He especially hates Mask spells, as he's very sensitive about his appearance and likes to keep his face concealed. If someone casts a spell removing his mask or if he loses it on accident he'll often flee the scene and present company till he can get it back.
-He doesn’t really like overly large, rambunctious crowds. He’d much rather break from a large group and go looking for a lonely deer to hang out with then remain in the chaos of it all.
-Any of the halloween sets. Not only does he find the skull appearance unsettling but he finds that the owners of these sets are often proud and aloof creatures. Still, he gives all the benefit of the doubt.
-Deer who don't know the meaning of PERSONAL SPACE. Darcy is very sensitive about his space, and while he'll tolerate close contact for a little while he might become agressive if a deer he isn't close to does not let him have it.
-When deer sit on other deer, usually in the case of gaining pelt spells from a sleeping deer. He finds this to be very rude and will often try and get the offending creature to move.
-The Drinkplaats. Getting naked = not fun at all. If friends enter he'll wait at the edge of the mushroom circle anxiously. If he really wants to take part in the fun he'll wait till no one is looking, dash in and transform himself. Only on rare occasions does he linger in deer form.

Location?: While he isn't particularly picky about where he is, he is fond of the pond, as well as his daughter's grave. He can also be found basking in sunspots.

What's Darcy trying to say in the forest?
Understanding Darcy

Darcy Art By Me:
X X XX

Loverly Fanart:
Blackhoof
Head Portrait //Studly Pose //Second down
Reetno
Watching Over Me // Bar Buddies //Best Picta Eva //A New View // You, You...
Ravenflight
A Shy Meeting
Skokey
Darcy in Pencil
Kana
Rearing Darcy
Rai [Vagrantcy]
On The Rocks // Christmas Love // Darcy the Collie! // Blue Monday// Naptime// Cute Overload!
Anzel
Carry Me Home
Wyvern
2nd Row, 3rd Down
Cato
Darcy and Atiq // Manlyman // Monocle'd D
Halogen
Awesomely Awesome D
Quamar
Darcy and Rowan
Meadow
Surprise!
POOH2004
Morning Forgiveness // Just a Hug
Lurvis
A Painted Style
Density
Darcy and Jerry's Wild Adventures!
Wake
A Light in Shadows
Sonata
Cuteness


Writing Features:
[Ok this section is new so...I don't have a lot, even though I know Darcy has gotten a few more writing mentions then this ^^' I'm sorry! If you know of one I don't have here please let me know!]

Shi
Before The Chrysalis Ch. 1
Before The Chrysalis Ch. 2
Before The Chrysalis Ch. 3

Rai
Mothers Cast Shadows
Valentines Day
Blink in the View of Life
Lapses in Judgement
Children Don't Grow Up


THANKS GUYS ^^ Hope I haven't forgotten anyone...
I wont USUALLY ask for fanart...maybe on occasion. To me though the best fan art is the one given in surprise! -hinthint- XD
Faustt's picture

Tracking

Tracking <3

My little fawn, Morikiah, sat with you tonight. Even if it did take some coaxing from the other stag. ^^
Kirness's picture

About time I've tracked this.

About time I've tracked this. Been admiring his picto for quite a while, it's so beautiful.<3
Plus it seems my Dare's been running into him often lately. She's the one actually sitting with him right now. c:
Please call me Lyssa or Kir. n.n

Art by Anjali. ♥
Shiori's picture

Ah so that's who she is ^^

Ah so that's who she is ^^ Its a pleasure to meet you both. Thanks for sitting with him...he was feeling a little dejected there, haha.
Kirness's picture

Yeah. Those were actually

Yeah. Those were actually some of her friends caught up in that.. whatever it was between all those guys. But she doesn't like Herla, so she didn't get involved. XD
Plus, they've met before a couple days ago, so she figured he was cool.
Please call me Lyssa or Kir. n.n

Art by Anjali. ♥
Sighthoundlady's picture

Herla’s friends were a bit

Herla’s friends were a bit over protective of her last night since she was injured. She really did want to try and greet Darcy, she remembered their meeting in the forest before. And yes, typically she does enjoy watching a good spar between stags. Eye

But otherwise I just wanted to tell you I’ve liked this character from afar for a while now. Love the monarch butterfly pelt, I think it’s one of the prettiest. His picto is the best too. Hope Darcy and Herla can meet again under better circumstances. Smiling
Shiori's picture

Thank you...that means a lot

Thank you...that means a lot to hear. It seems our reputation around here isn't the best anymore, haha, for whatever reason. We don't come around very much, though we certainly would if we - he- had friends to be with. Darcy does try to be polite with everyone, but...he has a dominant streak that gets away from him sometimes :3 Unfortunately there are so many mindlessly violent deer out there now that even a little posturing send everyone over the edge. But he really is quite gentle...I wish people would stop overreacting so much. To hear that HE has a reputation for violence is just... completely silly to me XD But...she is lucky to have such friends. I hope they do not smother her independence though...nothing is more appealing in a woman than that Eye
OokamiAzura's picture

I've honestly never seen

I've honestly never seen Darcy as "violent." Just a little complicated.

It's good to hear that you're still around. <3 (:
Sighthoundlady's picture

((Please feel free to join

((Please feel free to join Herla if you find her. She LOVES stags and welcomes their company. My writing juices are not flowing so I’m working on art. So Herla is being quite dull, “resting” up from being drained by Zorn, as I’m not able to be very active when I’m working in photoshop. I do hope you don’t take anything personally, where Herla goes, drama follows. Just call her the Drama Llama Smiling ))
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Herla carefully approached

Herla carefully approached the butterfly pelted stag. She gave a graceful doe bow, then smiled at the stag, letting the feathers of her mantle partially obscure her face. “Good day, noble sir. I am called Herla.” another demure nod. “Is a pleasure to meet you under such…calm circumstances. I extend my apologies for any prior discourtesies. My protectors mean well and only have my good health at heart. I do hope you were not injured?” Herla was feeling a bit stronger and her normal flirtatious personality was showing through again.
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The stag watched her

The stag watched her steadily, curiosity and amusement dancing plainly in his amber eyes, but his lips allowed only a polite smile. He bowed his antlered head graciously.
“Greetings. The name's Darcy... I'm afraid there's nothing noble about me, though I appreciate the benefit of a doubt.”
He chuckles softly, his smile growing a bit crooked as he tilted his head and pricked his ears intently to her words. The stag shifted his wight from one foreleg to the other a bit uneasily as she spoke of her friends.
“You do not need to apologize for them, their actions are their own... I should apologize for rattling them I suppose. I'm known for my poor timing in things... Here I thought I would merely entertain you. What a fuss. I don't suppose ...you weren't entertained at all, were you?”
For a brief moment, he seemed serious, but his scarred face lit up in another soft grin.
“I'm not harmed, no... I'm glad to hear you are feeling better, though. You heal quickly, Miss Herla...I think you possess more power than you know,” his eyes glanced her over slowly, wrinkling at the corners.
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((I swear if I have to run to

((I swear if I have to run to the drinkplatts and the twin gods one more time to get Herla’s pelt back on, I’m going to scream! Or cry. Or both. LOL! ))

Herla continued her demure look, batting her eyelashes over her scarlet eyes for effect. This stag seemed to enjoy the art of flirting as much as she, but she still had a bit of wariness in her. A few uncivilized stags had attacked her recently and she was still weakened from being drained by Zorn. She couldn’t rely on her agile speed to escape like she usually could if the meeting should go sour. She tried not to let fear seep into her heart. She was Herla after all, stags loved her. At least most of them did, she amended her thoughts. She tried to keep a frown from her face.
“Boys will be boys, Mr. Darcy.” she said, letting a bit of devilishness into her smile. “Why I don’t condone fighting and would not like to see those I cared for injured…I must admit, I do enjoy watching the stags spar. Especially if it is for me.” she gave a little wink from behind her fan. “I small doe such as myself need a strong stag to keep her safe, after all. I couldn’t help but notice you fought admirably well.”


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Darcy knew her game, and

Darcy knew her game, and while he humored her with the constant attention of his eyes, he did not push his interests. She was, no doubt, a beauty, delicate and soft as the petals of a flower. It was not hard to imagine why she invited so much trouble unto herself... His grin grew broader as he compared the two in his mind, slowly shaking his head.
“Oh, did I?” he mocked innocence, brows lifting in a show of surprise, “Well that's a relief... It would have been awful if I appeared foolish AND incapable.”
His ears ticked back as his gaze finally left her, instead surveying the area thoughtfully. As his eyes found an inviting spot of sun leaking in through a hole in the canopy, he nodded in answer to some inner question. Turning back, his deep-set eyes were bright, even in the shadow of his mask.
“You may be better, but you shouldn't push yourself...come sit with me? I wouldn't want to upset your guards by keeping you from your rest.”
He sidestepped and insisted her on with a small forward nod of his head and an inviting, playful smile before slowly heading for the desired spot. Arriving first, he circled and pawed the area the flatten the foliage stretching eagerly for the sun's rays before stepping back to offer it to her.
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Herla was delighted with his

Herla was delighted with his gentlemanly behavior and more then a little relieved to be invited to sit. She was fatiguing already, much to her annoyance. A sunny afternoon in the sun, sitting on soft grass with a handsome, doting stag though was perfect. She smiled demurely at his gracious preparation of the forest floor and elegantly seated herself upon the moss. She let out a little sigh of contentment. “You are too kind. And despite your protest, I shall continue to call you a most noble deer, Mr. Darcy.” she said ducking her scarlet eyes under her fan, fluttering her dark lashes.


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He waited for the small doe

He waited for the small doe to seat and situate herself before he chose his own portion of moss to hastily prepare beside her. Satisfied, his let his knees carefully buckle, a small sigh pushed from his lungs as his body found the earth. He was surprised to hear an echo as Herla let out her own contented breath. Closer now than before, he inhaled the scent of it, sweet with grasses and berries. The sun set her aglow, playing whimsically in the sleek shafts of her feathers. He took this all in, then let it settle in the back of his mind with a careful weariness. He was not so young anymore...not so naïve.
“My dear, I'm afraid I would have no choice but to answer to whatever you chose to call me,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head in good-natured disagreement, "I will be grateful that it is 'noble' then, and not something dispraging."
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Herla let escape a girlish

Herla let escape a girlish giggle. This stag had a most undeserving reputation as far as she could tell. “You do not prefer to be called scallywag then, kind sir?” she asked coyly, fluffing her mantle, allowing the feathers to frame her face just so. He was a handsome stag, with a strong muscled neck and broad sweeping antlers. She appreciated him from beneath her lashes.

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Her laughter was the sound of

Her laughter was the sound of little bells; of cheerful morning song birds. She was a whimsical little thing for certain...why was she even giving him the time of day, anyways? Sure, he had sought to impress her, but his attempts to impress in the past had yielded little in the way of positive results. Yet there she sat, looking him over as though he were worth looking at. What an idea.
“Not really...though it may be closer to the truth,” he grinned, though his gaze seemed far off in thought as he studied her. He really shouldn't...no, no he wouldn't...but...
“I...hope you don't think me rude for asking but I can't help but recall you only mentioning your friends. A doe as lovely as you surely has a...'significant other'?”

(apologies for the wait, my friend was a having a crisis and I got terribly distracted XD)
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((No, I’m sorry. I kept

((No, I’m sorry. I kept wandering off to work on art today. Sorry Herla was so dull! I kept abandoning her. But I hope your friend is okay Sad ))

At the questions, Herla blushed despite herself. She ducked her head and hid behind her feather vale to hide her reaction and give her time to formulate an answer. She had many stag acquaintances, many whom she had warm feelings for. Gehirn, was…complicated. She had more then just warm feelings for him…but he had told her he had a mate. And Herla just wasn’t the sharing sort. She was in fact, the jealous sort. To Darcy she said. “Well, a lady doesn’t tell, does she? But no, I belong to no stag.”
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(Naw, I generally end up

(Naw, I generally end up lying around the forest doing nothing while I go wander the internet, it's all good XD After being here three years we've done just about everything anyways, so we're probably the dull ones. I KNOW, LETS GO START A FIGHT -shot)

He immediately regretting his decision to ask. Not only due to the embarrassment it obviously caused her, but in fear she might think more of the question than was intended. Darcy had ulterior motives, but that wasn't one of them. His long, tufted ears laid back uncertainly as he watched the inner turmoil unroll across her face before she quietly answered. The answer didn't surprise him, but the idea did. Perhaps the little doe was more trouble than she seemed...but he of all stags would know not to underestimate the small and delicate. If anything, they drew trouble to them more readily.
"Well I hope you never belong to anyone," he mused softly, brows knitting above his eyes to convey genuine concern, "but...there is plenty of time for love."
The stags eyes flitted over her briefly before slowly rolling upwards. His head followed to angle his chin toward the hole in the tree-tops. He squinted against the sun's rays, then closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the heat on his eyelids through the holes in his mask. He would not remove it though.
"You cannot chase it, for you'll never catch it. You cannot find it... because it's only there when you least expect."
Whether he was talking to her, or to himself, it wasn't really clear - though he couldn't benefit from knowledge he already possessed, now could he? Hopefully, her ears and her mind were open.

(Don't feel obligated to reply to this :3 It was nice to RP on here again, even though I SHOULDN'T...and am painfully slow -chuckle- Attention span of a goldfish I swear.)

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Phion and I had a fun time

Phion and I had a fun time with you!

Sorry we had to go so soon, but this picture gave me inspiration to draw!


(thanks, starling! The avatar is amazing! And Thanks Pretzil for the siggie!
Shiori's picture

Darcy enjoyed himself as well

Darcy enjoyed himself as well :3 Thanks for humoring him! And that's alright, inspiration should not go to waste haha
DinahMoon's picture

The little fawn that has been

The little fawn that has been attached to Darcy's hip today is my mystery fawn I'm experimenting with. She's taken a great liking to him.
quadraptor's picture

Quad was really happy to see

Quad was really happy to see Darcy again! Like an old memory haha!
Tally's picture

I was surprised to see Darcy

I was surprised to see Darcy the other day and then again. I don't remember you being very active but I enjoy your presence a lot. :,)
Shiori's picture

Aha! I was wondering! She's

Aha! I was wondering! She's adorable :3 We are very much enjoying her company as well. How is the experiment going? haha

Edit: AND HEY YOU TWO :3 Was nice seeing you guys again as well - little awkward, perhaps haha. No idea who anyone is anymore, my memory is so bad.
Sighthoundlady's picture

Thanks for hanging out with

Thanks for hanging out with my deer the last few days, always enjoy seeing Darcy. Sorry I'm always coming and going!
Tally's picture

And I'm sure my fickle set

And I'm sure my fickle set choice didn't make it any easier. Sticking out tongue
I didn't quite remember him at first but when I did it made me really happy.
DinahMoon's picture

Mystery deer experiment is

Mystery deer experiment is going pretty well for the first day. This character is going to be the exact opposite of my doe Dinah, who is masculine tough stuff. It'll be nice to switch things up sometimes I think. Thank you for keeping us company today! I need to get some sleep. We'll keep our eyes peeled for Darcy in the forest. <3
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SightHoundLady: No problem

SightHoundLady: No problem ^^ Hope he wasn't too bothersome today ha. All the fighting was making him restless -cough- But we understand. Places to go, stags to flirt with...=p He'd be jealous if he wasn't already taken haha.

Tally: Nawww it's the pictos...I recognize them but the names aren't clicking right away. But I figured it out :3

DinahMoon: I can't wait to see what you come up with for her! We'll definitely look for her again
Dotsss's picture

Hello there. My little fawn,

Hello there. My little fawn, Dotsss had a fun time playing with Darcy today Laughing out loud
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Shiori's picture

Dotsss! D had a blast with

Dotsss! D had a blast with you guys tonight :3 Sorry I missed you taking off
Dotsss's picture

That's okay! I'm sure we'll

That's okay! I'm sure we'll meet up in the forest again soon! c:
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Uruushou's picture

Sorog is very grateful for

Sorog is very grateful for Darcy's assistance in warding off Sianna, lol! He's gained a new respect for him. c8 Although he'd never outrightly admit that he is grateful, he gave Darcy a respectful nod. He's stubborn like that~ XD
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Haha, we were a bit torn

Haha, we were a bit torn about interfering or not. We know Sorog can handle his own battles ...but when he started trying to drown himself we figured enough was enough -snicker- AND of course my hotkeys start malfunctioning. Old fart isn't as fast as he used to be I guess =p

i believe dmitri met darcy a

i believe dmitri met darcy a couple days ago and today. c:
after he was fighting with that crazy deer i tried to communicate a ~*good job*~ but. um. i don't think it worked very well, haha. sorry for any confusion ;o;
Uruushou's picture

Ah yes, normally Sorog would

Ah yes, normally Sorog would be pissy about anyone interfering for that very reason you mentioned, but he is a horrible swimmer and was desperate for any kind of diversion. XD Haha, I was being lazy with my own hotkeys; he wasn't trying to hurt Sianna, just to get her away. Then he turned on the stag that Darcy was fighting out of frustration, but when Darcy told him to back off he respected it. "Fight your own battles", indeed. X)

Darcy is also the first stag that Sorog has ever sniffed; he truly is grateful. Of course, he'll try to kick Darcy's butt in another sparring match sometime, but he will be respectful about it...well, as much as he can be! c8

Gah...unfortunately I must get to bed, for it is late~ Have a good night! <3
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Parler: Hey there :3 Yes we

Parler: Hey there :3 Yes we remembered him. He seems like an interesting character, though I little hard to understand. I did get what he was trying to do though, and I'm sorry D acted kind of rudely...at that point he was pretty beat up and fed up with everyone. We would love to hang out with him sometime though ^^


Uruu: D didn't want to hurt her either, and even kept apologizing just chasing her XD' But she was being incredibly annoying eh...that other stag, however...don't even know who that was. Forgot to look him up, but YES he was the perfect outlet to vent frustration on haha. D was having a bad day and itching to fight anyways. Oh and he wasn't just thinking 'fight your own battles', but also "Herla is gonna kill me if you get beat up anymore over a fight I started!" -snicker-
Women are scary ._.
Well he's glad he was of some use then! Darcy's usual sparring partner has gone away for a while...so he'd be happy to 'get his butt kicked' whenever Sorog finds himself in the mood ha. He's also not so bad for some quiet company, if he ever grows tired of being smothered by fawns and does -wink-

oh, don't worry about it! i'm

oh, don't worry about it! i'm sorry he was a little hard to understand. i'm just not very good at forest communicating (like i just said), haha.
wingeddeer's picture

He sounds lovely ^^ and

He sounds lovely ^^ and Intresting too!
I've seen him around so much,it's nice to find some identification Smiling
Oh,my Phobos would love to play-fight with him sometime,he has a thing for spars as well!


Sighthoundlady's picture

*snuggles Darcy*

*snuggles Darcy*
Shiori's picture

I think 'complicated' is the

I think 'complicated' is the right word. Or I assume...pretty much everyone calls him that XD' Wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing... -SHRUG-
Nice to meet you :3 Darcy would love to spar sometime! Phobos is free to come up whenever. Apparently Darcy's attempts to play fight with some others is making him enemies...:3 WHOOPS.
wingeddeer's picture

Likewise ^^ Good to hear!

Likewise ^^ Good to hear! When he does want to I'll have him lower his antlers and give a head-tilt Eye
Lol,it is hard to interpret play-fighting!


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I wanted to thank you for

I wanted to thank you for your help with recovering Kumiko's old set. I had been jumping between my desktop where I installed version 3.13 and my laptop trying to recover it on my own since I did not want to disturb anyone. However, the older version is much more unstable. Oh the glitches I saw! I know awhile some deer were just solid white with no faces and it would just randomly decide to lag. Though this does mean I have access to some (I guess?) "rare" pelts, masks, and antlers just in case anyone needs or wants them in the future.

Sadly though, I can't stay on much longer. I have to work in the morning. (I'm probably going to have to redo her profile at some point and I'm also still trying to recover Paavo.) Though I think someone would like to say something...

"Darcy... It's been awhile... It's sooo good to see you! I can't even put how I feel into words..."
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Yup! Sorry it took me so long

Yup! Sorry it took me so long to participate -sheepish look- I wasn't really sure what you were trying to accomplish at first, and I hadn't seen Lin (The fawn) in a long time. And troll deer were attacking -snicker- BUT we accomplished something so yay for that!

I want to redo Darcy's profile too ha, trim it way down to the necessities and make it pretty...but I have NO html skills for these forums >< It'll probably still look lame but...ah well it'll be something, if I can get my rear in gear.

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The stag steps to her side and bows his forehead to nestle it in the fur of her neck. Closing his eyes, he lets slip a contented smile from below his tattered mask.
"Kumiko. I'm just...glad that you're well my friend."
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The forest was very busy this

The forest was very busy this morning. Lot’s of stags bugling and commotions between them. Watching such spectacles was one of Herla’s favorite spectator sports. The petite black doe was feeling better today but the pain in her chest still slowed her usual quick agile speed. She kept her distance from the sparring stags, and perused the gathered for familiar faces. Spotting Darcy with a gaggle of fawns at his feet, a warm smile broke across her features, she fluffed her feather mantle in preparation for greeting before trotting over to him. She hadn’t paid much attention to the large brown stag next to him but when she approached, the stag wheeled about and brought his antlers to bear on her. The attack took her completely by surprise, she barely had enough time to react, bolting out from under him, barely missing the tips of his wicked antlers. He charged her several times, each time she was able to miss being impaled on those razor ship tines. Shocked, she couldn’t fathom why the stag would try to harm her. She’d never met him before. Darcy intercepted him and was able to ward him off. The other stag made several more attempts to charge her but finally seemed to loose interest and moved off. She leaned gratefully into the butterfly stag, her heart beating hard and her breathe coming in painful gasps. Her rib stabbed painfully. “Thank you, Darcy,” she said, keeping a wary eye on the brown stag that had attacked her. She clung to the butterfly stag in fear.
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Darcy ignored the larger

Darcy ignored the larger stag's bantering, a grin forcing its way to his lips as the fawns gathered beneath him, seeking shelter from the posturing males skulking about. The monarch himself was not nearly as impressive to look at, but his confidence seemed completely unshaken by the fact. Was this what drew the little ones, or was it something simpler? His thoughts wandered to his own fawn as he stared down at the smallest between his hooves, then lifting his head he let his amber eyes wander to find the little bed of ferns at the base of a distant tree. They found something else though. Sunlight glinted off the little doe's feathers as she approached on dainty hooves, her gait lively despite her injuries. He turned to face her with a warm smile, stepping carefully between the bodies at his feet as he opened his mouth to greet her. A flash of movement in the corner of his eye silenced him. Reed bolted towards her, threatening her with a thrust of his antlers.
“Reed! Enough!” he bellowed in warning, but his friend wasn't listening. Leaping from the circle of fawns, he rammed the larger stag, throwing him off of his attack. The skull-faced deer then turned on him. Their tense brawl didn't last long, neither really out to harm the other, but his friend's childishness on the matter alarmed him. Infuriated him. He scowled at the retreating hart's back, gritting his teeth together, but Herla's sudden presence at his side jolted him from any further thoughts of retaliation. His lungs drew in a shaky breath to calm himself even as hers struggled just to provide enough air.
“Are you alright?” he questioned as he lowered his head to her, sounding exasperated. Realizing his tone, he swallowed his ill feelings and let himself smile again, though the emotion was strained.
“Don't be afraid...he's just an overgrown fawn throwing a tantrum, ” he chided, sending another withering glance the stag's way. Turning back, he nuzzled the top of the female's head in reassurance before tilting his head to eye the wound at her chest uneasily.
“Come... I know something that will calm your nerves,” he insisted, stepping carefully around to conceal her as he urged her towards the trees.

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The little black doe

The little black doe struggled to calm her breathing, the heaving breaths the effort of avoiding the angry stag required, paining her horribly. The surface wounds had closed up well, but the internal injuries plagued her. Besides the pain, her breath was short and failed her. She saw blackness around the edges of her vision. She struggled to draw in more air. She clenched her eyes shut and leaned against the monarch stag, willing herself not to collapse. “Big fawn” or no, that big brute “Reed” didn’t look too friendly and Herla didn’t know if Darcy would be able to protect her if she fainted. She nodded grimly at the monarch stag. “Please…get me out of here.” she said, leaning heavily on him for support.
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She was in a poor state. The

She was in a poor state. The stag clenched his jaw from the impulse to scold her, but now was not the time for that. Allowing her to lean on him he guided her slowly through the forest away from the scene until she caught her breath enough to walk on her own. His gaze swept their surroundings earnestly, muscles tense with every pounding of nearby hooves. A fawn here, a wandering stag there...nothing to be concerned about. Why should he feel responsible anyways? The doe was being foolish, keeping the company she did...it reminded him too much of the others. The ones he had failed to protect. The ones he lost...
“Here,” he announced, a crack in his voice as he fought off those emotions. They approached an old looking tree. A vine of tan striped fungus grew in the brittle cracks of its aged bark. He leaned in, gave it a sniff, then grinned mischievously despite himself, taking a nibble. Then rearing back on his hind legs he steadied one leg on the tree and used the other to scrape some of the mushroom from the crevice for her to reach.
“Not as glamorous as poppies or fermented berries but it packs a stronger punch believe me,” he mused, stepping back and tilting his head to watch her with insistent eyes.
“Easy though. This stuff can make you forget about your pain, but also self preservation, and we need to keep that intact,” he chuckled, attempting to keep the grim situation light, “You shouldn't even be out here...you tempt the Gods little one.”
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Darcy led Herla away, for

Darcy led Herla away, for much of the walk her vision faded to black. But she kept walking, struggling to maintain consciousness. His voice, when he spoke to her, sounded…angry. Herla cringed inwardly. “I’m sorry.” she apologized, feeling guilty now. Maybe he was hurt too? She felt ashamed for having to lean on him. “I’m so sorry,.” she repeated softly.

Darcy led her to a tree, and scraped down some mushrooms for her. She collapsed to her knees and laid down. Sniffing them first, she gave a little nibble. They didn’t taste bad. Remembering his caution, she only ate a little bit though. She could still barely catch her breath and her vision was still faded to black. She ate a little more. When he spoke to her, he sounded concerned, but also still angry. “Thank you again, Darcy. I’m sorry to have been so much trouble for you.” Her breathing was getting a little easier now that she wasn’t moving. She looked up at the stag, his face unreadable to her at the moment. She ducked her head in shame. She ate another bite of mushroom. Forgetting about pain sounded nice right then.


((Oh my gawd, I took so long, I'm so lame, gah!))

Does Darcy have a family?

Does Darcy have a family? Smiling

It's nice to see that you and

It's nice to see that you and Darcy have made some sort of a comeback; he's one of the main reasons why I keep little Lin around. We really do love his character, and it always makes me insanely happy to see him -still- inforest.
Anyways, my framerate is pretty low for the most part (2-4 fps) with the occasional spike every now and then (7-12 fps), so I apologize for any inaccurate/delayed reactions. My computer tends to spazz whenever I have the forest open, so I mainly have to have her sitting around. Not the most exciting thing in the world, but ah well. XD;

Nestled up against the lean figure besides her, the fawn-who-wasn't-quite-a-fawn glanced up at the monarch stag, amber eyes curious. "You won't leave me again, right..?" she spoke quietly, voice barely rising above a whisper, though still loud enough to be heard. "BecauseIreallydon'twanttoseeyougo." The last part came out in a bit of a rush, somewhat incoherent, as she cast her gaze downward, finding herself to be quite flustered.