"I-I thought you'd never return to me, m'lady..."
PhysicalEmaciated, unkempt hair, smelling much better now due to the help of Halla, attempting to gain back some weight. | MentalQuestionable. | EmotionalReserved, antisocial.
2/7/2013

Woke up to Veil nearby, absolutely ecstatic to see the doe again. Shocked that she reacted positively.

12/8/2012

Met Halla, rambled to her, a lot.


9/16/2012

Found Schism in the graveyard with a few of his 'buddies', decided to approach after months of avoiding him. Had a heated chat, insulted Allison. BK fired him up with new angry energy, Masq attacked the frail stag which spurred a small fight between Schism and him.
Eventually the other ran off, which left Masq alone with BK and Nile. Began to carve a sentence into the male's back, just below his spine;

I'm always watching

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Warning; foul language

Masq:
The tall brute stared daringly into the distant eyes of Sthenelus. His hair had grown into a thick mane, locks dripping off his face, unkempt. His body, recovering from the aftermath of a deep sleep, ribs poking from the flesh of his barrel. It seemed a miracle he could even hold the heavy antlers on his head.
A smirk just nearly creeps on to his lips.

Schism:
He stared at the brute with the cold eyes and the long hair, his muscles growing taut and his body dumping adrenaline into his veins. He knew well what happened when he saw him. They fought. They always fought. But he couldn't--not now. He was weak, he was half-blind. What could he do but stare?

Black Knight:
The Knight stood a good distance away, assessing and watching the movements.

Masq:
"Just came to see how you were fairing... old.. /friend/."
Crude, condescending, his body shifted, scars creeping along his frame, his daunting shape.

Schism:
Schism neck grew tight and his body trembled with the slightest hints of fury. Memory. "I'm.. not your friend."

Masq:
Rejection. Something he'd come to feel and hear all too much. Pale, beryl orbs traveled the other bull's face, inching closer with just one step.
"What is friendship, anymore? I don't think either of us understand." Nearly a whisper on his tongue, his head curved to the side so only the side of his face was showing, antlers in full view.

Schism:
"No," he replied soberly. "I don't suppose we did," his lips twitched with the slightest evidence of emotion, tweaking into a devastated frown that he allowed only for a second. He stepped protectively in front of Nile, angling himself so he could see the entirety of the stag with his good eye.

Masq:
"Whhattt, Sthenny, do you think I'll /huurt her/?" He paused, letting his threatening words sink in.
"I'd never dreamm of it.." An endearing chuckle.

Schism:
He stared at him for another moment, his gaze softening pleadingly. "I don't want to fight anymore, Masq... please."

Masq:
"Is that right..?" His tone still incredibly intimidating.

Schism:
He turned back to Nile, reaching to nose her gently. "It's fine, just rest," he breathed in reply, lifting his giant head to meet The Masquerade's gaze again. "I never wanted to fight. Never..."

Masq:
"But you did fight." His voice found a new growl from within, suddenly louder. Ears pinned to his skull, a hoof pawed at the ground. Each thump reverbrating through his legs.
"That's not what I'm here for..."

Schism:
He nodded in silent agreement, his ears drooping desperately. "I know.. I'm sorry..." he lifted his eye when the bull spoke again, curiousity plain on his face.

Masq:
"Looks like you're not doing so well, Sthenny... got too much dead weight on your ssshoulders?" Another step towards the ashy male, smirking.

Schism:
He took a step back for the step the bull took forward, flinching slightly. "More than enough," he agreed timidly, blinking slightly. His eyes trailed to the Knight and a feeling of claustrophobia inhabited him. He was surrounded. Trapped.

Masq:
"Why do you bother..?" Feet planted fully into the ground. Orbs would have been staring at Sthen vacantly, if not for the harsh glow of antipathy.
"I will never understand you." He wasn't sure if the stag heard the whisper, though if he did, it wasn't regret he felt.

Schism:
He smiled sadly, his head lolling slightly to the side. "I don't know," he replied, blinking at the ground. "I don't know why I bother. With anyone. We all die in the end--so trying doesn't really matter, does it?"

Masq:
"Of coursee it doesn't, deary." An insane chuckling rose from his throat.
"Heard you got dumped by your little girlllfrienddd. Looks like she got over you faaasst. What a whoreee."

Black Knight:
The eyes narrowed, and he made a wide arc, coming to stand behind Masq, a low growl uttering from his now rapidly clacking jaws in order to intimidate. "I think there's been enough of you here."

Masq:
His antlers swing to look behind at BK threateningly. He kicks out with his back legs, towards the stag's face. "Get the hell off my asss."

Black Knight:
The deer ducked and charge forward into the stag's front legs. If successful, he would then aim to flip him over, and stumble away himself.

Schism:
Schism stared as the fight broke out. "So she did," he replied numbly, maintaining a protective stance above Nile's unconscious form.

Masq:
He fell to his front knees for just a few seconds, anger surging throughout his body. With a snarl, he threw his antlers out at the charcoal brute, aiming to gouge his chest.
"You're obviously in no condition to fight, /IDIOTTT/."

Black Knight:
The stag gurgled to himself, blown back by the attack and stumbling down upon the grass, more blood dribbling through his fur and onto the ground, ears set back as he overlooked Masq with his blue eye.

Masq:
"Do youu wannntttt tto /DIEEE/?" His words drawn out further the more his anger grew.
He stomps at the ground furiously.

Schism:
"Masq," he pleaded. "/Stop/."

Black Knight:
The stag spit out at the stag above him, before letting his head down against the grass.

Masq:
He thrusts a hoof at his face, landing centimeters before it, ivories bared as he hopped to face Sthenelus again.

Black Knight:
The black stag glared, giving a weak and choked 'hmph' as he began to speak again. "Can't even finish the job? How /weak/. HEH."

Masq:
"YOU'D HAVE TO BEEGG FOR MERCY BEFORE I KILL YOUU." A sudden outburst, half-rearing fiercely.

Schism:
Sthenelus stared at Masq helplessly, his eyes pleading as he flinched away from the rear. "I'm sorry for what I did--but I beg you: stop."

Black Knight:
"What a lame reason." He murmered to himself, the skull developing a crooked grin.

Masq:
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP." He swung at the male's skull face, ignoring Schism.

Black Knight:
The Knight aimed to roll over in an attempt to meet the antlers or shield his face. "Weak."
"HEH."

Schism:
With that, Schism charged the maned stag, his eyes flaring, his antlers poised and ready to attack.

Masq:
"Oohhhhh, how smart of you /sshiitssss/. I come to chat and you dare me to beat the liifeee from your barely thriving hearrtssss. Do tell me again how you don't want to fight, STTTHENELUSSS."

Schism:
"I didn't. I /don't/. You asked for it--like you always have. But now that you seem to want it so badly, I'd gladly fight you till death, you blithering idiot."

Black Knight:
"Just run, Sthenelus." He murmered, his gaze focused on the blood droplets upon the ground around him.

Masq:
"I'LL GIVE YOU MORE THAN THOSE SCARS LITTERRING YOUR PATHETIC BODY YOU FFUCK."

(The two fight, Schism runs off, Masq approaches BK and Nile.)

Masq:
He threatens to hurt the two frail beings at his feet, turning to buck at them.

Black Knight:
"..... Sthenelus....? Where did.."

Nile:
She pulled her head up, too weak to retaliate. She didn't want to leave a wounded stag, even if he was a rival in the run for Schism. So she did what she always did. Use a spell. What she hoped would rid this annoyance of his antlers or turn him into a rabbit.
" .... Well that was a failure."

Black Knight:
"...... Get out of here, Nile. Now. HEH."

Nile:
"...But..."

Black Knight:
"Go."

Nile:
She shifted before backing up, moving away and cast a lat look back at the toothy stag.

Masq:
"Send /STTTHENNYY/ my regards, shhitssssss." He spits at the doe pawing at her head, before crouching, beginning to go to work carving a sentence into BK's back. "Move and I'll kill you."

I'm always watching    

He jumps off and away, letting the blood pour out of the stag's back, just below his spine. A dying giggle floods from his jaws, beginning to come to life in a frightening cackle...


9/2/2012

I found him.
I found Rene again.

He's all I need right now. He made me better. He's is the only one that will talk to me. Veil only pushes me away. Myszka doesn't appear to recognize me. I do not blame him.

For I am was ruined.

Ren made me play again.

I am dancing again.


6/21/2012

It's been 3 months.
3 goddamn months.

I don't even know what happened. 3 months of boredom and sleep, nothing but sleep. I'm shocked that my energy was not endless, boundless. In fact it has only been a few hours and I am ready for more sleep. My bones, they have lost muscle. I fear that unruly stags may witness my shaking structure and attempt to fight.

I am tired of fighting.

The ribs of my pitiful frame are very distinct and a hunger like none other snarled in the pits that ivory guarded.

I seeked Veil immediately and she was resting in the pond on that heated day with the deplorable Allison. The charcoal fem ran off immediately after scenting my, albeit, reaking being. Veil followed soon after, but there was no way she would bask in my presence. She streaked off.
The fact she was with Veil and not that despicable vermin must have meant he was not around, for had he been, Allison would have been sticking to him like the strongest glue. A question flickered in my mind, a wonder if he had left for good. Abandoned those that loved him and he had once adored.

Typical.

I had missed Veil so much, I longed to feel her sweltering fur against my sides. I do not remember the time we had spent apart in my slumber, but I desired her spirit greatly. My senses were foggy, yet sensitive, though her soft voice was a most brilliant medicine. We frolicked, as much as I could with my receded strength and vitality.
We danced for a time, though I needed to rest after a while and Veil's body was replaced with the now much larger Ren. How he had grown! His antlers were very impressive, a most intriguing flesh color, and nearly as massive as mine, hehe. We also played, splashing about in the pond, I have to admit it was a most wonderful time.

We laid together under a mossy tree with an ashen stag I believe was named Grayhorn. After a while he had left, to where I do not know or much care.
I dozed off an on with the alabaster stag, limbs intertwined. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I fell into yet another deep sleep, and when I stirred, the soil where Ren had been was still warm, but empty.
I sorrowfully pawed at the ground, then relaxed in the scent of the male.

I missed them.


3/3/2012

It is a once again, a new month, and again I have awoken, lived through another god damn moon, if not just barely. Where I lay on the Playground's rocks, Myszka did as well, except this time not in the company of his mother. We greeted each other, and though he is an adolescent, I felt it my duty to protect him. There we walked, through the tall pines. A thirst began in my throat and so I lead him towards the pond, and in my stomach I just knew I would find Sthenelus there, and the feeling was right. He was fighting a large stag, Allison trembling in her own cowardice, and Kalila attempting to help the wounded moron. What an idiot, I did not interfere, my wounds were bad enough, and my leg would not hold. Besides, I was tired of bloodshed, at least, with him, and like hell I was going to let Veil's son get too close and get hurt. I called him away from the battle, and so he followed me to my favorite patch of cerulean flowers. Their endless beauty called to me, and to wallow in their grace was entirely relaxing. We sniffed their fine scent together, hopping amongst the nature.
Myszka laid to rest, and so I did as well. Veil soon joined us. Peace was regained, if only temporarily.
And yet a sentence haunts my mind.

One must have loved, to then feel betrayed.

I noticed Kalila hobbling along as Veil and I made our way to the bridge. I came over to help her, although she seemed a bit confused and wary at first. I stood by her side, allowing her to lean on me, for a limp is simply too difficult to walk on without the help of another. Invited her to rest by us three, even though the scent of Sthenelus was heavy on her fur...


2/26/2012

We fought again. This time, harder than ever. I thought he was my friend, I thought he was my student, I thought he loved me. I was wrong to trust him, I'm wrong to trust anyone. Out of pure curiosity, I went on a search for him, and it did not take long to find him, sitting in a patch of purple flowers with his stupid 'need' to protect that doe, Allison. I watched from afar, and he immediately stood up, a hostile look on his face, almost daring me to come closer, and closer I did come. We taunted each other, I almost snickered. Then he attacked me, and my wrath was unleashed. We battled for what seemed like forever, my wounds already sore, the blows I was receiving only making the pain worse. Kalila protected Allison, even though it was completely unnecessary, I would not hurt an innocent doe, in fact, I think she just came to watch and silently giggle at our blood drenching the earth. Tears made their way to my eyes, and my heart nearly burst with dread every time he hit me, yet it is not like me to give up, not like me at all. I will teach him a lesson, even if it means death. Veil came to my rescue, she broke it up once again, and for the last remaining minutes, my mind told me to push her away and destroy Sthenelus, but I could not do it. I pushed my face into her chest, tears staining her fur.
Once again, she led me away, and tended to my wounds. This time, not only Ren, but Myszka was there. He was a determined, yet shy male, I enjoyed his presence.
I hope their patience does not run low on me.
Sometimes I feel like they are the only thing close to family I have.
Thank you...


2/25/2012

Today's sun has begun to set under the horizon, casting the forest in a color as red as blood, and blood has been shed indeed. The presence of Sthenelus has not reached me in several days, and when I do happen to see him, he seems distant and depressed, that is, whenever he sees me. I do not see what I have done wrong with him, he must get used to me. He was perched at a log with his friend, Allison. Veil soon approached me, along with a young male who I believe to be her son, named Ren. Sthenelus requested a friendly spar, yet I had other, much more violent thoughts in mind. We started off digging at the ground, as Veil and Ren watched in confusion. Allison was long gone before I took a running start at him. Mother and son watched many yards away, gradually becoming more and more distant as I clashed antlers with the stag. I soon noticed that Veil was leading the younger away from the battle. The rage grew and grew within my veins and I soon released all my pent up anger on the male, barraging him with my hooves, drawing scarlet liquid on both ends. Veil returned with what looked a not only frightened, but disappointed expression on her face. She broke up the fight, and Sthenelus was on his stupid way. She led me back to Ren, allowing me to rest in a field of purple flowers, treating my wounds with her kindness.
My orange ones had fallen off so I replaced them with the lavender beauties surrounding me.
They seemed to calm me, if not just a bit, although it was the caring embraces of the two deer that really settled my nerves.
I cannot thank them enough.


2/20/2012

I found Sthenelus again at the old oak, he was right where we fell asleep. We ran off together into the birch forest, playing throughout the trees.
I taught him to dance.
We had a wonderful time.


2/19/2012

I met a stag today, antlers adorned with flaming candles, a feminine way about him. He seemed young and naive, but I like him, I really do. He's energetic and kind, in fact he requested a spar in which I accepted. I taught him a thing or two, and the large male even knocked me down once or twice. He stumbled roughly into a patch of purple flowers, then offering them to me. It made me chuckle, he's rather charming. I teased him a bit, and we ran throughout the forest together, only stopping to rest within the old oak, keeping warm in the other's fur.
His name is Sthenelus.
I dare say he made me feel better.
A whole lot better.


2/15/2012

Even after Valentines Day, a feeling of dread and annoyance showers over me. It appears the ball has lifted my spirits only temporarily. I shook off those red flowers, I'm sick of that costume. White Lie spelled me with some pelts, but eventually Veil took over with the job. Eventually she ran off and was replaced by a stranger, a doe. Her mask, it cried blood. I liked it, almost willed her to put it back on after she had shaken it off. She wanted me to give her a pelt, and I tried but of coarse some bloke has to come interfere like always. Did she look like she wanted new antlers, or a mask? I tried to scare him off with my now immense antlers but the moron just threatened me back and continued on with his idiotic actions. I am in no mood to fight today. I screamed at him and ran off, the doe followed. I backed away and watched her approach a friend, to which she was ignored and the invite me to dance. I informed her I was not as enthusiastic as to dance, she nodded in understanding and so now we lay alone in the light of the Twin Gods.
I like her, although her priorities are a bit hard to read.
Perhaps I am just too depressed today.


2/14/2012

Valentines Day, a lonely and yet loving holiday. I have dressed myself in a shining crimson coat and the decor of red flowers rests in my antlers. I resided in the playground, watching the tiny flurries of snow melt upon my face. Valentine came to join me. I appreciated the company, I had become a bit forlorn. Aella has paired with White Lie, I do so accept the relationship, but cannot help the jealousy.
It is best to forget the feeling, no point in a masquerade harboring such petty emotions.

I move closer to Valentine now, no use in her getting too cold.


2/12/2012

Snow is falling among the forest, bats and owls have taken to soaring among the trees. What perfect, beautiful weather, for a Valentines ball. I have invited Valentine herself to dance with me, and it has been a wonderful time so far. There are just a few does here, I will dance with every one on this floor, they will all be swooning over me even before noon!
I recognize Veil, a friend of White Lie and Aella. Both are here. What a great time to rejoice!