Dorian Bucks

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~Dairy~


24-11-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Found out the hard way that that one time he came back to life after having been killed wasn't just a stroke of supernatural luck.
Had all of his organs brutally removed several times in an alternate reality as they would grow back every time he died. Got violently both physically and mentally abused, but luckily ended up escaping his captors with help from an unlikely ally, the man who left him for dead with an OCD sadist and a face-stealing rapist.


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-He doesn't feel like commenting on any of the recent events.

15-11-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Finally got fed up with EMR controlling his life and stood up to him. Had been cooking up a plan on how to defeat him for some time and set it into action. Turned into his dragon-form and managed to win! Relaxed with Ida afterwards, feeling proud and triumphant.

Ha! That's what you get for messin' with me, bitch! And you STAY down! Wow... A little dizzy there... Heh, yeah, I should probably lie down... Ah, I can't believe it! I'm actually free!~

22-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Went to hell with Valturez, where the demon healed most of his wounds and treated him to a proper meal. Talked things over with him about Ida and his feelings and they both came to an understanding.

God, I'm so relieved you took things like that, Val... Who'd have though the grand king of hell could be such good moral support?... *sighs* But why do I have to be even more unsure about what I want now than before all of this?...

21-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Feeling conflicted and confused. With growing feelings for Ida, he doesn't know whether to end his thing with Valturez or try to nip his infatuation in the bud. Doesn't know how to break the news to the demon king and doesn't want to either. Knows it has to be done, or he'll keep feeling like an utter scumbag.

The Gods... hate me.

19-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Enraged, hurt, confused, ashamed and seething with vengeance. Was beaten and half-way raped by EMR, but managed to struggle too much for it to be successful. Inexplicably turned into a dragon while in a fit of rage.

I swear... If it's the last thing I do... I will. Kill. You.



18-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Had some days to heal up with the help of a surprisingly big amount of strangers, Me-Yuki included. Got slightly freaked-out by the demon and temporarily turned human. Still has no clue as to how he does this. Depressed over being EMR's new "toy". A bit of fur grew back due to Me-Yuki's healing.

I hate this... And there's nothing I can do about it... I won't be able to see my friends, he hardly lets me heal up... I'm lucky he usually leaves me alone at night... Is this gonna be my life from now on?... Creeping 'round the darkness that scares the crap outta me and cowering in fear during the day?... *shiver-whimper* I don't want to live like this...

15-10-2011

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*Will almost never go over 50%

Got attacked and set on fire by EMR. Lost most of his fur because of this and got some very nasty burns. Struck a deal with the virus to be left alive in exchange for his freedom. Got an "immunity shot" and is now impervious to fire. Can't tell his friends about it, or EMR will burn them all and the forest.



I... I don't know wha... GOD, I wish I was dead! I can't take this! I don't want my friends to get hurt, but this... this is unbearable!!... *whimper* I just want peace...

14-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Was healed by Mr. Sanguine and is feeling utterly confused about baffled by the strange being.

Wait... WHAT just happened?... What the, th-this guy just turned into a fish! A-and a butterfly! And then a bunch of flower-seeds!... That's it, I'm NOT eating those mushrooms ever again...

13-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Has been wandering a bit about the forest lately. Staying close to the pond and sleeping in its waters. Exhausted, in daily pain and in bad need of getting his wounds cleaned properly.

Nngh... These flies need to BUZZ OFF!... Don't feel like that, Ida, it's not your fault!...

Below lies the rut-blog, 2011.

08-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Is feeling strangely melancholic today. In a slight state of flux.
Feeling exhausted after having been chased by EMR.
Feeling much better after protecting Ida. Still exhausted, but not fluxing any more.
Fainted after being chased by EMR again and then fighting him when he finally caught him. Beaten to an inch of his life and now has an entire palette of new injuries.
Regained consciousness just long enough to drag himself out into the pond.
Got into yet another fight with EMR while trying to stop him from attacking his friends. Was ready to surrender to the virus in exchange for him leaving his friends alone, but Tree knocked EMR out just in time. Sustained heavy damage from getting in between the two.
Ate some of Tree's fruit with Ida and is recovering more quickly now. Is, surprisingly, not at risk of dying at the moment.

Note: When he spams sad+headtilt, it means he's exhausted or in pain.

"...I feel sick..."
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I... No, don't fight... not now, not today... Please, he can be near me, just don't fight him, Ida...
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No... No, stay away from it!!
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It's... It's alright, Ida, it's gone now... I... Heh, I can't believe it, I finally got to protect you!...
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He's gone now... He didn't like the water, let's stay here.
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No... I... Argh, it hurts... Ida, run away... Y-you don't... have to...
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Tree! I'm, I-I'm so sorry!... Please don't be mad, I'll do anything to make... to make it up to you, anything! Oh please just... don't leave me...







07-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Is feeling exceptionally well today after a good talk with Ida and sleeping while Tree watched over him. Will even allow strangers to sit close to him.

I dunno why, but I feel great today! It doesn't even bother me that this doe's touching me! And I feel like being social... Does anybody feel like being social? Anyone? 'Cause, y'know, I do!

05-10-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Feeling scared, on edge, nervous. Calming down with Ida there.

I... They were fighting over me! God, I just wanted to enjoy the view at the bridge!... Who knew they got so territorial around this time of year...
Ngh... I feel all tingely... Thank you so much for... for standing up for me, Ida...


30-09-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

I feel so weird today... I was around other deer for several minutes and I didn't even wanna run! Okay, "around" might be exaggerating... I... Well, I kept at a distance, but still! One of them even came up to me and bowed... I backed away, but I... I felt wrong doing it... What's WRONG with me?!...
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Gah! Salem, leave me alone!! Oh... W-wait, don't run away!
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JESUS CHRIST, that wasn't a rape-invitation!! Hey, what's that?... Eris' roar?... THANK GOD! Now he'll really leave me alone!...
...
Why do I suddenly feel so lonely and... uhm... cheated?...
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...That tree looks suspiciously a lot like a deer...
HOLY CRAP IT MOVED!
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And bowed too... It's... What the HELL is it?!
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I... I quite like this guy... He's calm and gentle and he doesn't try to touch me... Maybe I should stick to him...


29-09-2011 (3)
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Got chased around by a couple of deer... One of them didn't wanna go into sunlight and the other had a mask like mine... And then there was this... Well, it was actually pretty nice... He bowed to me and was calm and... Argh, I can't get distracted like this!
I'm gonna keep an open eye on that sunlight-disliking guy! Just... Just so he won't sneak up on me or anything!...


29-09-2011 (2)
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Oh God, I... I was killed! Th-that asshole killed me!! Th-that's why I'm here! Oh my God, SHE transported me here because my human-self DIED! I-I'm a dead man walking!
Andwhyarehtesedeerchasingme?!


29-09-2011
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*Will almost never go over 50%

Ngh... What is this feeling?! The air feels heavy and I get the chills every time I hear one of those... deer... mooing!... No, this isn't normal fear... There's something ELSE going on... Argh, I dunno, my head feels like it could split right open! This is what happens when you actually get sleep at night, I've been saying so all along! Sleep drives you crazy!






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~Infobox~


Picto

Speaks in this colour: #9977FF

A number 23 size-wise.

.Tiny.
.Neurotic.
.Paranoid.
.Trembles often.
.Chiraptophobiac.
.Scared of people.
.Uses wit to dull his fear.
.Nervous.
.Constant fear of being raped and/or killed.
.Difficulty trusting people.
.Bisexual, but afraid of everything sexual.
.Not very well educated.
.Fast-talking.
.Doesn't regard anyone as truly being a friend.
.Smells of decay.
.Missing nose.
."Sleepy" right eye.
.Missing left ear.
.Biomechanic left lower leg and right upper.
.Two exposed spinal chords.
.Fur is the unholy lovechild of kitten and bunny-fur mixed with silk. In other words, an abomination of softness.
.Fear gives him wings. He runs a lot, so he's fast and agile.
.Coward.



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.)







RP guide

Scenarios which I am comfortable RP'ing Dorian into:

Violence
Fights
Injuries
Dismemberment (Please allow him a chance to get out of it!)
Blackouts
Mental manipulation
Flirting
NSFW-content including rape (exclusively off-site; contact me privately)
Torture
Non-permanent death

Off-limit topics:

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What can I say, he's my RP-whore XD



There's a new pussy in the woods.




He's under development, but will be developed in a tournament on DA.


The very concept of this song describes his mental state and stability quite well~



The only sane man in a world of lunatics.




~Personality~
~A small interview~


Argh, how'dyougetinhere?!
Oh... Uh, an interview?...
What the hell? Why'd you wanna interview me?
Interesting.
You think I'm interesting.
Were you dropped on your head or something?...
Argh! Alright! Alright! I'm sorry, I'll talk, just don't touch me!...
M-my name's Dorian... Dorian Bucks... Don't be surprised that you haven't heard about me, I'm a homeless, unemployed nobody who don't know nothin' 'bout anything.
R-really, I don't know anything! Stop looking at me like that! I-I don't like it when you stare!... When... When anyone stare... *whimper*
I lived with looking like this from birth! How'd YOU like people staring every time you walk outside of a door?
Not that I had a door to walk out of...
No, the burns are new... And yeah, the lack of nose too... hurt like hell too, if you must know!
Now can we please talk about something else than how God-damned-ugly I am?!...
*sigh*
No, I wasn't always a deer, that's a new thing too... "They" really like fucking around with my life and head... Who are "They?"
I'll tell you who!
A sadistic, all-powerful maniac with a pencil who controls my life! Stop staring at me, I swear it's true! I can feel them watching me, meddling with my life, altering my reality... *sigh-whimper* It's a nightmare!... My life is a living hell thanks to them!...
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Yeah, you're backing away slowly now.
Figures.
I knew you wouldn't believe me! Nobody ever believes me!
I am not insane!!







~You're a crooked, jerky jockey and you drive a crooked horse~




~Relations~

New relations get added once I feel like Dorian has an opinion of them. These will be updated regularly.

Necroadigo - "Oh, God, not this guy... He's going to eat me one day, I just know it! The way he looks at me, licks me all the time!... He'sgonnarapeandeatme." *twitch*
Hmm... But... He's not all bad... He gave me food and a bed to sleep in, after all!... That's... good, right?...

"Smiling" Jack - Why... WHY do I always attract the psychos?! *whimperyelp*

Valturez - Val, don't ever leave me... I know you said you wouldn't, but... God, I don't know, I just... I care too much about you to lose you...

Salem - Oh jesus Christ, this place is BRIMMING with creeps! I KNOW he wants to rape me!

Tree - I really like this guy... I don't often really like anyone but he's so... Just so calm, so serene and so nice... I feel at ease around him...

Ida - Ida... God, you make me feel so strange... ♥

El Muerte Roja - I beat you! And if you ever come back again, I'm gonna repeat the success! So don't you dare showing your ugly face 'round me OR my girl you freakshow!











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Making the buck inch slightly

Making the buck inch slightly away, his chiraptophibia rearing its panic-stricken face yet again, making him utter a small whimper as the stag drew closer.
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

"Depends on what you think. I don't care either way."

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.
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Flinching immediately as the

Flinching immediately as the stag touched him, Dorian struggled desperately to get away, to make the touch stop! For everything in the world, he wanted it to end! He gave a shrill whine, entire body trembling as he backed up, only stopping once he was well away from the stag, panting heavily, eye wide and cold-sweat soaking him.
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

The buck's panic sent the giant Irish Elk sprawling on the ground in laughter. Not just eyes-clenched-and-watering laughter, but rolling-on-the-ground-can't-breathe-oh-my-god-that's-so-hilarious laughter. His laughter wasn't loud, but it rasped in his throat like stones scraping against one another. He finally calmed himself down enough to speak.

"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.

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But as phobia would have it,

But as phobia would have it, he did shy away, moving just enough to not touch the huge stag, his entire body trembling, eyes vigilantly following the stag where-ever he moved to.
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

He had his mouth slightly open. The way his jaw was curved while open made it look like he was wearing a very hostile grin.

"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.
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Making the poor creature jump

Making the poor creature jump and scream, nearly getting a heart-attack as he'd been so relieved when the strange stag had left, having been too tired to think straight and make a bee-line the other way.
(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

He giggled and stepped back.

"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."
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Shaking his head, Dorian

Shaking his head, Dorian giggled nervously.
"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

"Is that so?"

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..?"
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The tiny buck shrieked in

The tiny buck shrieked in fear yet again as the stag taunted him, his tiny body ridden with trembles, his tiny heart beating so fast, it was beginning to sound like the wing beat of a tiny bird.
"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

He giggled and kept his hooves firmly planted on either side of the buck. This was all just a fun game for him.

"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.
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Dorian immediately tensed and

Dorian immediately tensed and gave a loud, hysteric scream, struggling for a moment... before going completely stiff, just shivering, feeling like if he moved he'd get crushed by the stag.
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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OuO

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< w < *wriggles eyebrows*

< w < *wriggles eyebrows*

Just thought I'd tell you

Just thought I'd tell you that the Slipknot/Beiber thing is making me laugh so hard |D
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-waggles eyebrows

-waggles eyebrows back-
loving this guy.
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I thought it might! XD Glad

I thought it might! XD Glad to entertain XD

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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...
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i've been doing a lot of

i've been doing a lot of ninja-ing lately... maybe my inner ninja is finally revealing itself.

he seems like to much fun~ ;D ♥ and that picto for that character. ugh, so perfect.
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You manage drawing...

You manage drawing... uglyscary-ness very well ^^' OMFG HE'S GONNA GIVE ME NIGHTMARES
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@Sypris: Pfft, I wouldn't be

@Sypris: Pfft, I wouldn't be surprised XD I wish my inner ninja would do that too TwT
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;;
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yesyesyes &hearts;

yesyesyes ♥ andthecrossandeverything. ♥
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Oh, lol, true! Owo *hadn't

Oh, lol, true! Owo *hadn't noticed that XD* Now I feel oblivious XD

I think he's such a darling.

I think he's such a darling. I would love Fingerprint to interact with him perhaps in forest or roleplay? Anyway I am tracking this. :]
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I'd love an RP! >w< He's a

I'd love an RP! >w< He's a little difficult to be in-forest, since he'd just be pulling back and covering, so I prefer RP'ing with him XD Also, thanks for the track! >w<

Ahh.. Roleplay it is! I am

Ahh.. Roleplay it is! I am still thinking of using Fingerprint, or my Emu, Mewaiiha.
Such a tough choice since the two of them are kind and loving, but know when space is needed!
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That'll make for a very nice

That'll make for a very nice and quiet encounter for Dorian TwT I bet he'll really appreciate some down-to-earth company TwT
For my sake, you can use whichever you want, whichever you feel more like RP'ing ^w^

Ooh so hard.. I think I could

Ooh so hard.. I think I could do Fingerprint since she is a deer. And wouldn't be strange, unlike Mewiiha, who is a emu. Haha.

Where would you like to roleplay?
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I've got a thread for it, but

I've got a thread for it, but here's just fine for me too, and less trouble ^w^

Nimble yet slow, a doe moved

Nimble yet slow, a doe moved through the forest as if time had stopped. She stopped once in a while when time had resumed to its natural pace, only to hear a maw of a lost fawn or a stag that wished to seek out another. The pastel green doe listened, only to be pushed forward again. She never was really seeked out nor did she have any friends just yet, but she knew that she had to let time give her those opportunities to seize a friend or two.

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.)
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Having watched her carefully

Having watched her carefully throughout her approach, the strange creature stood its ground, even as she bowed her head, a constant expression of suspicion and vigilance on the tattered, torn, scarred and partially infected face. It looked like this strange deer had run face-first into a wall. Made of broken glass. And mange.
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

[I just read through his info box again. ROFL. He's a lady. I'm done now. xD]
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[Yeah, I decided to not fuck

[Yeah, I decided to not fuck around with his physical condition XD Since male hermaphrodites of this kind are pretty... non-existent <__<;;]

The doe simply tilted her

The doe simply tilted her head off to the side as he said those words. She knew he was afraid of her, but for whatever reason, she didn't know, nor did she have to know. It was none of her business and she didn't want any part of anything she wasn't welcomed in.

"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.
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Squinting suspiciously, the

Squinting suspiciously, the purple buck seemed to relax a little more at that, his legs not trembling with tension any more, ready to run away as they'd been.
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

The doe kept her distance as the other began to approach. She watched him, but didn't want to seem rude by staring, so she cast her glance to other places, looking back occasionally. She wondered what he was like, being afraid of even herself. She did want to know more of this stranger, but she would have to respect his wishes first. She stayed where she was, allowing the other to come closer, since she didn't want to scare such a beautiful creature away.
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Had he known her thoughts,

Had he known her thoughts, the buck would probably have rolled around on the forest floor in laughter. Instead he cautiously drew closer, feeling less timid by now, lead by animal instinct rather than rational thinking. He recently had had a lot of problems keeping his animal instincts in check... maybe because he'd been a deer for too long by now?... He didn't know... All he knew was he was now close enough to sniff the pastel green doe, smelling next to nothing with his lack of nostrils... but he did smell a calm being with no aggressive or ominous hints... This calmed him down.
"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

The doe watched him with gentle eyes and smiled. "I am called Fingerprint, as by the fingerprint on my forehead." She said softly, her voice a soft whisper, as if she was to scare away such a timid creature with a voice louder then a whisper.

"May I ask your name?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
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Twitching nervously as

Twitching nervously as Fingerprint spoke, the buck took one timid step back, froze up and approached cautiously again, skin trembling where wounds, scabs and scars were touched by the occasional fly or simply the fresh breath of a spring breeze. He looked like he needed to be cleaned up. Badly.
"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

Fingerprint lowered her head to the same altitude that he held his. She smiled softly. "Dorian. A magnificent name." She said softly as she raised her head to look at his wounded and dirty body. An ear twitched lightly, enough to swat away an annoying insect.

"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.
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But this suggestion only made

But this suggestion only made the hermaphrodite jump back in fear.
"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

She watched him with tender curiousity as he reacted in an alarming way. She nodded some, understanding how uncomfterable he must have felt when she asked him. She smiled and tilted her head. "If you wish, I can take you there."
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Swallowing and wetting his

Swallowing and wetting his lips, Dorian gave a small nod, his timid nature keeping him a good arm's lenght away from the green doe, but growing trust ushering him closer. He'd never experienced true kindness ever before in his life, and maybe he was thirsting for it so desperately, he was even ready to trust a stranger.
"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

Fingerprint nodded her head and turned slowly towards the thick birch forest, away from the noises of the pond and wherever there would be big groups. She knew the Drinkplatts were rarely used and this would be perfect. She moved slow and nimble, turning her head once in a while to see if he was still there. If he wasn't, she was to keep going to the cleaning pool alone. She paused once in a while to catch sounds of wailing fawns, but she continued on afterwords. Soon the massive trees that hid the Drinkplatts were in veiw and she continued forward. Stopping at the mushrooms that held the barrier. She tilted her head and went in. Normally if one wanted to experience the magics of the strange place, it would take effect, but only with permission. She made her way through and around the spout that wa above ground, spewing a river forever. She smiled. "Here, this place is rarely used anymore. Do not worry, this place is safe. A sanctuary of sorts." Fingerprint said softly.
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Giving the mushrooms and thin

Giving the mushrooms and thin layer of fog that always surrounded the peaceful fountain a sceptical look and an even more sceptical sniff, Dorian hesitated. He could feel the magic surrounding the place like a swarm of butterflies around a patch of flowers and he would have nothing to do with it. And probably for the better too. Had he known the power this place held to peel away anything added, anything artificial, he wouldn't set foot inside of it for his life.
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

The doe smiled at his aggitation with the surrounding area. But she just nodded her head to his question. "I do, but you'll get used to it. It means no harm." She promised, moving past the gathering critters towards Dorian, but stopping her distance.
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Val: *sneaks over and sits

Val: *sneaks over and sits on* >3

VAL! *smacks him* be a good demon... >>

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