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.)
-rubs self all over new page-
"Th-that sounds horrible."
It was almost a philisophical question and not easy to tell who it was aimed at. The question was not specifically aimed at Dorian - more to the world in general.
"I can... I mean, would you like some help with those?" she asked, nodding to his most recent wounds.
Whoever did that MUST have been a "nasty piece of work!" she mused to herself.
@Raindrops: All the while the
"..." He hesitated... Every instinct told him to run, but he couldn't... this creature... it was too kind...
Biting his lower lip, he moved just a little closer... one... shaky... step.
"...You got a name?..." He mumbled timidly, reaching back once more to clean the wound, and just as quickly drawing away from it in pain.
Good lord, he was never going to get them clean like that...
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Fffff, you ninja XD
@bluejay: Dorian sighed sighed solemnly at her question.
"Because the universe needs a punchbag... Some people get all the luck, while life takes every frustration out on us..." He glared at the sky.
"-Or it's because they just. won't. leave us. alone!" he hissed through his teeth, a glare that could burn people to dust directed at the cottony clouds above.
He sighed again and shook his head.
"N... No thank you... It's really nice of you to offer, but..." He shook his head, closed his eyes and gave a small, stifled whimper-groan.
"I... I just can't allow you..."
A slow shake of the head.
The stag sighed, watching the buck withdraw from the wound with a hiss of pain. Another shake of the head, the fur around his neck swaying gently as he did so~
Once again, the thin, black tongue lolled from his mouth and he bent, lowering his head onto the ground before untucking his legs and resting his neck on his paws. A stick brushed against a burn on his exposed underbelly, making him wince slightly in pain but quickly shaking it off. Despite his size, the creature was in actual fact rather scrawny under the thick coat of fur that covered his body, and had little to no pain tolerance.
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I decided to make him floofy all over. c:
Dorian squinted at the tag,
"125?..." He mumbled slowly. He wasn't good with numbers, partially due to his lack of education, and it took him a small moment to read it. But he did it none the less and even felt accomplished for it.
But as 125 flinched in pain he flinched a step... but not backwards.
"Are you okay?!..." He squeaked, worry entering his heart like lightning from a clear sky.
He wasn't even sure why he was worried about this creature, he'd only just met it...
It's "152", btw. But idk if
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152 nodded, lifting his head once more.
When Dorian took a step forwards, his voice lined with concern, the stag tilted his head. Wasn't he the one who, only just a moment ago, was shrinking in fear from him? Even so, the beast dipped his head, though his heart was still racing from the sudden jolt of pain. He pushed his paw beneath him, dragging the bent stick out and throwing it to the side. Fine, he whispered in his head; the creature whined gently, nodding again, tiny nose wrinkling again~
Nope, that was me having a
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Making Dorian tilt his head, a look of scared concern on his malformed face.
"soft-skinned, huh?..." He asked, taking that little step back again, but not in fear, rather to try and clean his wounds again.
He was NOT going to be defeated by a few flesh-wounds and they'd better know it!
He was getting less afraid... maybe that small show of vulnerability comforted him somehow... Reassured him that 152 was just as much a living, thinking, feeling being as himself and shouldn't be judged upon looks alone... After all, who was he to decide the value of a being on basis of what it looked like?
Yes, that sounds just about
"I don't like it, Dorian. It's... it's... horrible!" it was obvious, she knew but she had to spit it out. It was something she had always done.
"But, are you sure? I'm pretty good." her tone was lighter, a smile in her eyes. She knew he didn't like to be touched... but surely he would rather his wounds be cleaned?
But he shook his head,
"No, I... I couldn't let you..." His voice had a tremble in it and he sounded almost scared... Christoffer couldn't know, but as bad as his chiraptophibia was, it only increased when he was wounded... He wouldn't let anyone touch his wounds, not even those he trusted most... And he'd only just met the fawn. There wasn't a chance in hell she was getting anywhere near his wounds.
/stalkstalk o3o
Art by Anjali. ♥
"Hey, hey... Don't worry
The way Daddy used to talk to me whenever I asked about Mother... she recalled. Then she cringed a little bit. Always a sensetive subject.
*puts out stalker-cookies*
Despite his personal demons,
"Hey, what's the matter?..." He asked, tilting his head, yet again feeling that urge to come closer and comfort the fawn... She looked so lonely, so tormented... He almost felt it was his duty to get over himself and just comfort her already.
"I was... I was just thinking
He frowned in
"Remembering him, huh?..." He asked, shifting slightly on the hard ground, whipping his head around to bite angrily at a fly buzzing around one of his wounds.
He really, really hated flies...
Holy -- sorry for not
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A nod, and another slight whine. Soft skinned, he growled in his mind, hating the way the slightest hint of pain made agony explode through his body. The stag's ears flattened and he moved his head away, lifting a paw to gently lick at it with the slender tongue that flopped out of his mouth. The glint of a sharpened tooth could obviously be seen, but the creature was unaware, and carried on grooming himself.
That's okay, mate XD -- All
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All the while Dorian was VERY aware of it and it made fear shoot into his heart again, causing his ear to lie back flat against his head and his legs to carry him a limping step backwards.
His breath was getting a bit more rapid, and it was making his dizzy...
He shut his eyes and shook his head.
No! I can't get all panic-y now! I need to stay calm or I'll never heal! He thought, forcing himself to calm down.
His wounds stung him and he whimpered quietly.
"Heh... Seems like that makes the two of us, then..." He said with a small, nervous smile.
Noticing the buck's apparent
152 didn't move, only flattened his ears against his skull again and dropped his head onto the floor, a tiny sigh escaping his throat. Of course, he thought. Of course he's scared... But the stag smelt his fear, felt the pain he was going through. Though he didn't even know the purple buck's name. Silly, he chuckled in his mind, though it was half-heartedly.
All he wanted was a friend.
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I've brought Ida's sister into the forest, heh~ She's the complete opposite of Ida though. 8D
Though 152's constant pulling
He shifted a little closer.
"...I'm Dorian, by the way..." He mumbled, feeling the cool water soothe his heated flesh, making him just that little bit more mellow, that little bit required for him to look part flesh and into personality...
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The link doesn't work! D:
And Jesus Christ, I have the strongest feeling Dorian's NOT gonna like her XD
Making him produce tiny
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This'll probably work. And he probably won't. xDD; She'd probably try and flirt with him, and when that doesn't work she'd want to make him uncomfortable to amuse herself. Though Dakota would probably get bored and wander off and then get told off by her sister. :>
edit- I'm also changing Ida's set to the doe nubs, crying mask and idk what pelt. I want her to look like her sister.
As 152's nose hovered before
He gave a small, uncomfortable sound as the predator leaned closer, but didn't do much else aside from that... and when he pulled away, he smiled.
"Not burning your nostrils yet?..." He said, a considerably smaller amount of fear in his voice and scent now.
He was getting used to this fellow... and he wasn't so bad after all.
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Oh, Jesus, am I the only one who'd just DIE to see that? XDD
Also, fair enough >w<
This made him shift on the
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It'd be freaking awesome~ 8D
Following his "gaze", Dorian
"Uh... What's up?..." He asked, holding back a snicker at his ungodly bad pun.
Maybe he was just getting light-headed from bloodloss and decreased adrenalin, but his fear was slowly evaporating... Making way for the sting of pain and... a strange calm. He still felt uneasy around this predator, but once his new animalistic instincts stopped kicking in, he fond him... strangely comforting to be around...
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It SO would, man, I swear! XD
He felt as though there was
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edit- I'm imagining this to be set at dusk or early nightfall. Idk why, it just seems like the atmosphere would be right.~
All the while as he looked
He seemed somehow distant, lost in thought, a vibrating uneasiness in the air around him...
He shivered quietly.
"They're stirring again..." He mumbled monotonously as he seemed to look past the clouds, colours and stars and on to that strange presence beyond the skies most people felt once in a while whenever a paranoid mood took them over.
He looked so serious all of a sudden, so enveloped in his special kind of madness...
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Fair enough, agreed >w<
Tilting his head, he bent his
update
minor update
Though Dorian tore himself
He was so used to people not believing him, thinking he was crazy and writing him off, that he didn't even register it when the strange creature before him actually seemed to know what he was talking about...
He looked up at 152 with a dull gaze.
"Sorry 'bout that..." He mumbled, partially at the water, partially at his company.
"People say I'm crazy..." He didn't like admitting it and even thinking about it made him tremble in bitter rage.
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Sorry it took so long XD;;
NO DORIANNNN. /pokes
Also, I have a feeling that something interesting should go on with EMR and Dakota.
Since Ida hates him. I think that'd be fun. XD BUT DORIAN. /sob
Oh, and it's alright, heh~ >3<
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152 shifted on the spot again, pushing his paw underneath him as to not let anymore debris prod at his stomach. As the malformed buck spoke, he raised his head higher, snarling a little in the back of his throat at the clouds. At what, he supposed neither of them knew -- he just felt something was there, watching them, judging them. A bitter taste boiled in his mouth and he sighed, shaking out his 'mane' and staring down at the floor. He lifted a claw and shifted forward a little, running it along the surface of the water absentmindedly.
Sorry, sorry, sorry it's
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Christoffer nodded.
"Damn wierd two-legs... What did he call them? Humans? What an unnatural word." she whispered and then shrugged, although it was more to herself than to Dorian.
"It's their fault... and m-mine." her voice went even quieter, if that was possible.
@Raindrops: All the while
His eye widened and he stared at 152 for a good few seconds, jaw dropping just a little.
"You... You feel them too?..." He whispered, hardly even being able to comprehend it at all. Had he finally run into someone with the same clarity as him? Had he at last found another person with the ability to see the truth behind it all? The horrible, bitter, sadistic truth...
As he stared, he could feel his heart pound faster...
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Omg, that'd be so much fun! XD You should DEFINITELY run that idea past EMR! XD
@Bluejay: Aww, that's okay, man >w<
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Dorian felt a pang of guilt as the fawn spoke.
He knew humans always had a habit of messing things up and he'd never been proud to be one whenever the subject of their misdeeds came up... But it was even worse now... He almost felt responsible for whatever had happened to this sweet, little thing...
He almost didn't dare asking;
"What happened?..."
A light chuckle. Of course,
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I might just do that, if I see EMR in the forest with Dakota, that is. |D
I changed Ida's design back to normal, btw. She's just wearing the zombie pelt while she's still injured. Also, this is her new picto.
And for once, as the creature
"You do! You know about them, don't you? The ones controlling us? The ones beyond the stars?!" He said, getting more and more excited, the small stump of a tail he had left raising and a smile spreading.
He couldn't believe this! He'd finally found someone like him! Exactly like him!
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Fair enough, man, that makes sense >w< Maybe I should have Dorian wear the zombie-pelt too XD Though now that he's pretty much furless, I doubt that'd be fitting, even WITH the giant wounds... XD
"They... They had always been
Christoffer took a deep, shaky breath. She pushed away the memory of his eyes. Always his eyes.
"But eventually that went too. He changed. He didn't give me any attention any more. At the time I was arrogant and selfish - not like I am now - and I wanted him back because he was mine! So I tried to talk to him but he pushed me away. And I was angry, so, so angry. I ran through the forest and eventually, not intentionally, ended up in th human's... place... whatever they called it.
[By this time it was night, so they had put out lights - they had just managed to control fire. Which was a miracle considering the damage it did to our forests every year. Anyway, things happened, they spotted me so I bolted. I went straight through them and knocked over the fire. The humans ran and... The rest is history... If only they hadn't been there! They were always trying to kill us." She took another shaky breath and looked Dorian in the eye, even though her own were beginning to well up.
"So there. Now you know everything." she looked back down, her natural instinct of hiding her face back.
He carried on mewing, his
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I was thinking perhaps Dorian should wear the zombie pelt ... It's grey anyway, so yeah. XD
While she spoke, Dorian only
As she hid her face, something rather strange happened... She could feel a tiny, soft and warm nudge on he shoulder...
"It's not your fault..." Dorian said softly, something almost motherly in his voice.
"It was a bunch of coincidence and you never intended for any of that to happen, right?..." He said, for the first time in his life wanting to give a little kid a hug.
"You're right, it's those... Ngh, those humans..." He said, more or less spitting the word. Having been royally screwed over by society all his life had left him... Rather more than just a little bitter about the whole human race. Sure, he believed in goodness, but only if he had seen it in an individual. He was the kind of guy to assume the worst and only begrudgingly be dissuaded afterwards.
It was a big step for, she
"No... None of it should have happened. But I can't shake the feeling it's... It's a curse. a real curse. They call them Gods but look what they've done to me." She sighed, and shook her head.
It was true they'd saved her but made her what she was, insecure, lonely and paranoid. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to have been saved anymore.
As Dorian looked at her, his
"Yeah, feels like a curse, donnit?..." He asked, shifting closer an inch.
"But look at the bright side... You're alive, right? And hey, if I can go through life, looking like I do and make it into adulthood, then so can you." He said with a smile, feeling closer to the fawn with every passing moment.
"You still got so many wonderful things to experience... Friends to meet, sights to see, dreams to fulfil... The Gods gave you an extra chance to do all this... I think you're lucky..." He said, giving her shoulder another soft nudge. He felt like a timid kitten, hesitantly trying to show a bit of affection for the first time in its life.
Just a quick little edit. I
Aaaww, he SO does TwT
Hm, I was thinking -- what
She nodded, a wistful look in
Yes... I guess so." Then she nodded more forcefully, her eyes lighting up with a small fire. Small, but still there.
"I promise to go and see these things and make these friends you talk of. I will, I promise!" and there was that smile, the tip of her eyes pointing upwards.
One more nod as if to certify it to herself and she fidgeted on the hard ground, getting herself comfortable again.
@Raindrops: Oh hell yeah! XD
@Bluejay: And Dorian smiled as he saw this, a warmth spreading from his chest to every corner of his body.
He gave her a nod back.
"That's a good girl." He said determinedly, almost sounding proud of her... In the way a parent would...
He wasn't quite aware of it, but this little fawn was overkill-triggering his maternal instincts, drawing him in like a moth to a flame... If the moth had had an almost predatory interest in protecting and comforting the flame, that is...
She just reminded him so much of himself... How could he do anything but want the best for this poor, little, lost fawn?...
Heh, alright. If only I could
But because I have to run TEF as an admin I can't. T_T
Aww, man, that sucks T__T
She giggled at this, her
Christoffer looked up into the forest's canopy, the smile still in her eyes. This place was so different to everything she's every experienced - the mixture of human and deer, her love and her hate. Was this what she really needed? She lowered her head and blew a leaf across the ground. Too early to think about it, she decided.
All the while Dorian was
He sighed and decided at that very point that he'd protect her... There was NO way he was letting her end up like him... A sad, old hermaphrodite with no family, too many enemies to count and a lifetime of unhappiness to accompany his every waken and sleeping moment... No. He did NOT want that to happen to Christoffer.
He shuddered gently at the thought.
He needed to protect her.
Although lost in her own
"What's wrong? Has something happened?"
Terrified that it was her fault, she shuffled around in a paranoid manner, her ears half flattened. Her eyes scanned the area, making sure she could escape. She couldn't help it - it was a habit.
But Dorian shook his head
"No, no, nothing at all..." He said honestly, not wanting to upset the fawn.
"Nothing to be scared of, kid." He said softly, the fawn's timid behaviour only making him want to protect it even more.