He had been resting for some time watching them. More specifically he was watching them jumping all around his friends attempting to get attention. It was so bothersome this show of theirs.
A bit pathetic too.

2nd gen picto users: Your pictogram still do not show up properly in your profile.

To them and everyone in general:
Please link to your deer's pictogram in their biography

Otherwise it gets really hard to figure out whose deer is who.
Especially if multiple pictos are owned by one person and one is used that is *not* the one on the player profile.


Since sets are shared by multiple deer it's hard for me to tell if the deer running up is a friendly or a villain if I don't know whose pictogram it is.

I also don't wish to attack a deer on accident because I think they're a character who they're not.

I just had a deer wearing the set of an 'evil' character and had no idea if they actually were that character or not because the player did not put the pictogram on the biography.

So..Yep.

-pokes fingers together-
That's it.

Rhys thought they were beyond this. Yet it seemed another collapse was inevitable. He glanced sideways over to where the child sat and slowly quirked a brow.

For sake of boredom I've decided to open my characters up for role-play.
If you just want something small and casual then feel free to post below with a starting intro and a specification for what character.

If you want something more in depth than say so and a separate blog will be made.

A good place if you wish to question a character about their in or out of forest behavior.

Women of prophecy and ill omen.
Probably some foreboding in that but at the moment he was fixated on the gentle waters before him.
Soothing..yes that is how he got there as he thought about it.

He glanced briefly at the large deer curled by his side and stared down at the waters.

He seemed to have calmed down since the recent break-down.
Rhys approached the being with hesitation and noted the lack of expression.
If it were any other he might be concerned, but the placid thin lip and flickering eyes reassured him.

I have nothing to learn from you child.
You act as if to keep me company yet any attempts to make contact end in mockery.
You mimic my confused gestures to the tee.
As if you might learn from the naive.

Frivilous vainity it was.
That constant clinging to the shreds of colour and decorations that adorned their heads.
I love to watch them squirm.
An innocent approach, a flash of light, and they're enraged in seconds.

Go ahead.
Go sit by them.
Maybe they'll turn an eye on you and you'll become the apple of their eye.
You'll get what you crave.
Love.
Attention.
Affection.

Not by choice no.
Solitude was a choice for many but for him, a decision made by others.
Fuckers.
Just one those things eh?
Some pretty little people get thrust into the lime-light and the rest stand on the edges waiting to see if they're noticed.
Couldn't even get a fawn to sit with him.
How pathetic was that?