Dorian is a truly twitchy fellow.
He wasn't always a deer and just appeared one day in the forest, claiming he came from a place called Willowhill Asylum. What he did in this asylum, no-one knows, but it obviously left him very scarred and mentally unstable.
He jumps away from anyone trying to touch him, even if it's just a friendly nuzzle or swatting a fly away from his often re-opening scars.
Extreme paranoia has left him mentally shattered to the point of almost not being able to function properly through the day.
Not to mention his immense fear of touch, which socially handicaps him even further, making him never allow
anyone close enough to touch.
The ones who
do get close enough will get kicked and bitten at with a surprising furiousness and desperation of a deer faced with a gun barrel.
The only people he'll allow to touch him are a select few
extremely trusted individuals. He's gotten a little more comfortable with touch through his time in the forest, but he still only allows those special ones that privilege.
When in heat, he will smell entirely of doe, since that is essentially what he is mostly. His insides are completely female, though growing up in a harsh environment, he found it easier and safer to be a boy.
Has the ability to change back into his human form, but doesn't know how to control this. He sometimes does it without knowing it and the logic behind it, if any, still eludes him.
He can also change into a dragon as a result of his DNA being infused with EMR's infection, the original reason of this having been to make him immune to fire so as to survive the massive burns inflicted upon him by the virus.
He can control this form freely, but isn't aware of its existence. He sometimes changes into it when running away as he gains a speed-boost in this form, the particular breed of dragon being a prey-animal, the deer-version of dragons, more or less.
His mentality becomes that of a lesser animal in this form, a dog or a cat, and he's more prone to let people touch him as he also becomes slightly more mellow and his more illogical fears subside.
He can breathe fire and soar in this form, but he's actually less likely to injure anyone as a dragon than as a deer or human.
He will sneeze off his mini-spell to symbolize this form, as he grows a few inches, becoming the size of an average TEF-stag. (number
2.)
Making the buck inch slightly
He blinked in confusion, though, at the comment... Somehow, it seemed almost poetic and flattering to him... He honestly didn't know whether to smile or frown!
Trembling once, he decided to go for the nervous giggle - it always managed to express his mood so perfectly.
"Uhm... is that good or bad?..." He said nervously, though he was becoming more relaxed, less tense... as long as the stag didn't get any closer, that is.
Still, the remark about him only not killing him because he wasn't hungry continued to creep down his spine, giving him chills and making him feel small and defenceless...
This... this thing was just toying with him!...
"Depends on what you think. I
The creature chuckled. It would seem that something was always funny to him. This buck was particularly hilarious. Just to mess with the other, he put his head over the smaller deer's back.
"Don't be so scared, if I really wanted to kill you I would've done it already. Kakakahkeh."
He debated upon telling him the grotesque ramifications of just how he'd go about it, too, but decided against it. He didn't want to make his new playmate faint.
Flinching immediately as the
His heart was racing fast enough to be HEARD.
"Don't touch me!..." he panted in a horrified voice, terror clear on his expression.
It was a tough request, though, seeing as his pelt was so soft and warm...
The buck's panic sent the
"Kee...keekee. You're funny...keekee."
His ears were pinned forward, how he loved the sound of pure terror, the heavy beating of a petrified heart. (Keekeekee....) Now he circled behind the much smaller buck and lay down, his side just brushing his rump. His fur was surprisingly soft, but thin, and Dorian would've been able to feel the stag's ribs if he didn't shy away too quickly.
But as phobia would have it,
The lilac buck swallowed difficultly, getting chills from being that close to a deadly predator.
He closed his eyes, whimpering silently, feeling incredibly sorry for himself as he realized the stag just enjoyed his fear.
still, he wet his lips, trying a different tragedy.
"Please... don't touch me?..." he said hesitantly, trying to keep as calm as possible, but his galloping heart revealed him as the coward he was.
And for good reason! He was still not safe around the stag and he felt like a mouse in a lion's paw... If the mouse had had its legs ripped off and its tail tied to one of the lion's claws.
He had his mouth slightly
"Oh, oh suure. If that's what you want. Kekeh."
He stood up and acted like he was going to leave. On the way out of the cave he flicked his long horse-tail, a tendril of fur gently hitting Dorian's side. The black and red stag vanished in the direction of the Ruins. But what fun is that?
He was really making a big circle, and heading back towards the buck, however slowly. In his own time he approacehed in near silence to the cave from behind the lavender buck. In half a second, he gave him a good rump-nuzzle.
Making the poor creature jump
(Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should have run away!) He barely thought as he rolled over on the back from the push and shock, good eye wide and heart racing so fast, it sounded like it was about to burst.
Frantically,Dorian struggled to get up-right again, not liking his soft, sensitive belly to be exposed to attacks, as well as other things being exposed, his greatest source of embarrassment.
Panicking, he managed to get himself back on his stomach, legs too weak still to run any more, making him feel as helpless and defenceless as a newly born fawn - a feeling which did NOT amuse him.
"DON'T DO THAT!" He shrieked at the top of his lunges at the stag, feeling both toyed with and embarrassed.
He giggled and stepped
"Heheh...o-okay, I think I'm done now. Kekeh."
He noticed the embarrassed flush of the human-faced buck's cheeks and snickered. What was up with him? (So sensitive...hm.)
"What's your problem? Not like I haven't seen bellies before, kekekeh. No big deal."
Shaking his head, Dorian
"Eh, n-nothing! Why would anything be my, uh, problem? My problem, huh?... I-I'm just, uh, t-there's nothing wrong! Nope, not at all!..." he was gibbering, frantic and shifty, slowly working his way further away, even on his tired, close-to-useless legs, which when scraping over rocks gave off an unpleasant, metallic sound half of the time.
His good eye was twitching slightly and his face was still a little red, but quickly fading into his usual pale, scared colouration.
"Is that so?" He asked, his
He asked, his Russian accent thick as he was stepping closer while Dorian shied away.
"Then..."
The black and red stag charged and stopped, skidding sideways, allowing gravity to take his tail over Dorian's neck. He was teasing him, taunting him, toying him to see just how far he would go.
"Why does my tail-" He waved it around at the buck. "Or whatever other time I contact you - frighten you so much?"
He pranced around and stood over the buck. Escape now would be impossible.
"Hm..?"
The tiny buck shrieked in
"I-I-I JUSTDON'TLIKEbeingtouched..." He whined in terror, shutting his eyes, making himself as small as possible, tears starting to sting his eyes...
God, he hated being such a pussy, but this... This was just so fucking scary!...
He giggled and kept his
"Well, you're going to have to get over that, boy. I'm not going anywhere for a while now, kekekekekeh."
He looked around before continuing.
"Let's work on that now, yes?"
The giant stag quickly dropped to the ground, one foreleg over the buck's shoulders like a hug (a rather strong, firm, I'll-kill-you-if-you-move hug) and giggled.
Dorian immediately tensed and
He whimpered loudly, tears starting to flood his eyes.
His skin was creeping and everything was stinging, prickling and hurting, as if he had been bitten by thousands of fire-ants or stung with burning, hot needles at every point of his body.
He shivered, whimpering lowly, closing his eyes, starting to feel sick to his stomach.
"I really don't like this!..." he yelped pathetically, his heart beating faster than ever, quivering at every beat in terror.
He really was a fragile, little beast...
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loving this guy.
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FFFFFFF, Sypris, you little ninja < w < Thanks! >w< I'm quite fond of his design too, though his personality is a little difficult to pin-point at times XD;; so... many... phobias...
i've been doing a lot of
he seems like to much fun~ ;D ♥ and that picto for that character. ugh, so perfect.
You manage drawing...
uglyscary-ness very well ^^'OMFG HE'S GONNA GIVE ME NIGHTMARES♥
@Sypris: Pfft, I wouldn't be
Lol, his picto always reminded me of the gallows XD you too? >w<
@z.m123: Pfft, it's okay, I drew him to be one ugly mofo XD And trust me, you're not the first one I've given nightmares TwT;;
yesyesyes ♥
Oh, lol, true! Owo *hadn't
I think he's such a darling.
I'd love an RP! >w< He's a
Ahh.. Roleplay it is! I am
Such a tough choice since the two of them are kind and loving, but know when space is needed!
That'll make for a very nice
For my sake, you can use whichever you want, whichever you feel more like RP'ing ^w^
Ooh so hard.. I think I could
Where would you like to roleplay?
I've got a thread for it, but
Nimble yet slow, a doe moved
Her gray, pupilless eyes caught sight of an odd shape that she had not seen in the forest yet. She thought this creature, dispite the ugliness that it held upon its body, to be quite beautiful. She felt a smile tug on her lips as her lashes stroke her cheeks. She took a few paces forward, making sure not to startle the other, and she stopped a good few deersteps away. She lowered her head to show she meant no harm, and that she would be submissive if needed be.
"Hello.."
(My PS3 isn't allowing me to type any more then that. Haha.)
Having watched her carefully
It frowned lightly, but decided to return the nod, though keeping the one functioning eye constantly on her.
"Hi..." it answered in a trembling voice which sounded more male than female. Alright, gender somewhat established.
The purple buck frowned lightly, his yellow eye shifting around like a nervous fly.
"What'd you want?..." He asked, keeping his tone as polite as possible. He might be a nervous wreck, but no need to be too rude...
[That's quite okay >w< And damn, you're using your ps3? O.o]
[I just read through his info
[Yeah, I decided to not fuck
The doe simply tilted her
"I thought I would say hello, you looked lonely. Sorry if I scare you, I didn't intend to." She said softly with a soft smile. She didn't move from her spot unless she was invited to come closer, other then that, she respected space.
Squinting suspiciously, the
He was confused. He didn't know where to stand with this doe... He'd come across kindness only rarely and it had always turned out to be a mere mask to get him to let his guard down. This doe didn't look like she'd attack him, but he'd seen trouble enough to know never to trust a pretty face.
"Uh... It's okay, it's just a... reflex of mine..." He said, still wary, shifting slightly on his nimble feet, taking a small step closer.
He still wasn't used to control his deer-body, and an instinct to sniff the stranger was too strong for him to fight it just yet.
The doe kept her distance as
Had he known her thoughts,
"What... what's your name?..." he tried cautiously, thinking it a good idea to know who he was sniffing... Who knows, she might be a psychotic mass-murderer and he might have heard of her... What? It's a possibility!...
The doe watched him with
"May I ask your name?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
Twitching nervously as
"I'm Dorian..." He said hesitantly, head held low, making him appear even smaller than he already was. Quite a feat.
Fingerprint lowered her head
"You look like you could use a cleaning... If you would like to, I could help you. Of course, if you don't want me to, that's fine. I can just lead you to the cleaning pool." She offered, still moving slowly as to not frighten the timid stag/doe.
But this suggestion only made
"I-I'm fine!..." He said immediately, his one remaining ear closely pressed against his head, legs trembling with tension. Though as she spoke, he calmed down more... The mere prospect of getting touched was enough to send him into a panic.
"But the... cleaning-pool sounds nice..." He said, wetting dried-out lips, daring himself closer again. He looked like it was physically impossible for him to stay still for more than a few minutes at a time.
She watched him with tender
Swallowing and wetting his
"Lead the way..." he mumbled quietly, still keeping his head low, signalling his readiness to bolt away if Fingerprint should even think about trying anything.
Fingerprint nodded her head
Giving the mushrooms and thin
But as it were, it was rather lucky this power would only take effect if allowed.
He hesitantly set a dainty hoof inside.
Nothing happened.
Releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding, he slowly stepped closer, feeling the magic all around him, but never allowing it close.
"Do you... Do you f-feel that too?..." he couldn't help but ask, looking around, flinching away from the bounce of a rabbit and the gentle cooing of a dove.
The doe smiled at his
Val: *sneaks over and sits
VAL! *smacks him* be a good demon... >>
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"