@Mick:
He'd never seen his boyfriend turn that color before. Usually it was him that did the blushing instead...

By the time Kylar had approached him, Toukan had managed to push back the amusement so just a smile remained on his face. The comment threatened to bring it back to the surface though.

"Hey yourself," he answered, voice warm from previously held back laughter. He was unable to kiss in this form, so he settled for nuzzling the other's face instead. There was always a crackle of energy he could somewhat feel emanating from Kylar; Toukan assumed it was from the lightning. It was oddly comforting really.

@Dannii:
Out of the corner of his eye, Tundra half-watched the small stag curiously. He wondered what he was doing when he went around to the back of the Idol, and blinked as poppies were tossed into the stream. A brown and tan head tilted as they floated past his hoof.

Ice-colored eyes blinked again at the questions thrown at him.
That was true. There were a lot of human-faced deer here. It had freaked him out at first, but after awhile, he realized they were just like normal deer; only human-faced. But he should answer with something at least instead of pondering too much.
"Not from here, no." He said only enough to answer the question, not really sure about giving too much information about himself yet. "I'm called Tundra." At least he kept from stumbling on the fake name. ...though technically, it wasn't really fake. Just the English translation of it.

He sort of shrugged a shoulder indifferently. "Just what I'm called." So what if it was weird? He was sure there were deer with names more weird than that. "And I've been here long enough that I'm used to the place." Well...mostly. It had only been, what? 2 months? Uses of "magic" had spooked him at first until he realized it was harmless, but at least he wasn't jumping at anything weird anymore. Perhaps staring oddly for a second...but that was all!

Tundra shifted where he sat, shaking water off his hoof before finally returning it to the shore and tucking it underneath him with the other one. He was starting to get bored of sitting here, but wasn't really sure of where to go to next. It wasn't like this place ended. He'd discovered that pretty quickly; it just cycled over on itself in an endless loop. It was like being in a bigger pen, but without the gawkers constantly coming and going...

He blinked at the poppy that was held up, brow creasing in thought. "Never thought of eating one of those actually..." He couldn't say he was very curious either. He preferred mushrooms. Though not those funky ones that grew on the trees. They made him feel weird.

"I'll keep that in mind I guess," he answered, neither saying he would try them nor that he wouldn't.

The change in subject had him blinking again. This guy sure liked talking, didn't he. And anyway...
How would I know? he thought. Tundra wasn't annoyed (yet). More like incredulous. He probably wasn't going to tell the guy to go away either since he didn't know a good way to go about doing that. Not like he'd needed or been able to before coming here...
"Um..." More blinking. "I'm not really sure what you're talking about...but this place has gods or whatever, right? They probably have something to do with..." he gestured with head to sort of point with his muzzle at the crying statue. "...well, that," he finished lamely.

He'd stopped questioning things so much since all it did was weird him out more. Better to just accept that some things just were.

|D Blargh, I really should start interracting again. *Is a failure*

@Mick:
"Hmmm," he hummed in agreement. Any amount of time felt like awhile, though, but he wouldn't say that out loud. It bordered on corny territory. He caught sight of the yellowish glow and knew that if he glanced down, he'd see the same color reflected in the glow of the snowflake charm he wore. It contained a piece of the other's blood lightning after all, hence making it a sort of mood ring.

Toukan couldn't quite remember what yellow meant, but knew it didn't represent a bad mood.

Sneaking in another small nuzzle, he backed away a step to gesture to the side with his head."Care to join me for a walk?" This was one of those times where he definitely wouldn't turn down company.

@Zerg: Yes you should. B| *chews on*

@Dannii:
Religious. An ear flicked at that word as the caribou frowned. He wasn't sure that was directed at him exactly, but gave a response anyway. Though quietly, in case it really hadn't been intended for him to hear. "Not exactly religious..." Someone had to have created this place, though, and he had heard mention of "gods", so why not go with the "maybe the gods did this" theory?

He watched the other curiously from the corner of a pale eye again, wondering what he was up to.

Blink blink. "What?" What kind of question was that?? He'd never seen any antlerless deer before coming to this forest, so... "How should I know?"

The walk followed no specific path. Just wherever looked interesting next.

Toukan was only half paying attention to the scenery though. He kept glancing at the dark stag walking beside him. He seemed distracted.

His brow creased in concern. "You alright?"

That was true. She had been away for awhile now...but Toukan was sure Kahlan could take care of herself.

Blink. "Nothing really. Just happy to see you." He felt almost embarrassed admitting that, but it was the truth.

[[Short cuz I couldn't think of more and I'm in a rush. |D ]]

Kylar couldn’t supress a laugh at that one – he was less able to restrain himself than Toukan was. His boyfriend was wonderfully charming and always made Kylar feel loved with the things he said, but some of them were undeniably corny. Not that he was much better – some of the gestures he had made over the time they had been together had been even more corny than that line but still, he couldn’t help but laugh whenever something like that happened but it was the laugh of the happy. There was no actual mocking of the things he said, Kylar would seriously miss them if Toukan suddenly stopped being like that; it was one of the things that he loved most about the other – that willingness just to say these things without concern that it was too corny, that it was too stereotypical – not that it actually was.
“M’happy to see ye to, miss ye when y’aren’t aroun’,” Kylar replied, accent having become a little stronger as it often did when he was overtaken by light happiness – or any strong emotion really.

Kylar smirked at the behaviour of the other – sneaking nuzzles to his face as if Kylar was going to stop him if he took a longer one. He chuckled when he felt the soft fur touch his face again and leaned into Toukan’s muzzle. They probably looked like lovesick idiots to any deer that happened to be walking past, but the forest was full of people exactly like them so it wasn’t like they could really say very much – less they were the sad and lonely type and even then they were just being bitter and mean.
“So, what’ve ye been up tae since I last saw ye?” Kylar asked – it hadn’t been that long, just a day or so since he had seen the other but Toukan usually had some interesting stories to tell when he had been in the forest by himself for a while. It often made Kylar feel a little bad that he didn’t come around more often to see the times that had made Toukan fall in love with the forest as much as he had. He was pretty sure that Toukan’s preferences went Kylar, Mint, Forest – if he allowed himself to be a little bit arrogant and assume that Toukan loved him more than anything - although Toukan had explicitly said in one conversation that they had had that he preferred Kylar to Mint.

Keith noticed the twisted hoof, but at first he wasn't sure whether to mention it or not; not one for pointing out any physical aspects of people, in order to avoid them doing the same to him. It wasn't just his height or scrawny build that bothered him - mostly, it was the scars on his rump, the ones that scruffy fur covered, but didn't cover well enough.

But he wanted to know what was wrong with that leg, damn it.

"Not to uh, be a prick," the amber-eyed creature began, head tilted. "But don't that get in the way? Looks like it'd be awkward to walk with."

He half-expected the other to snap at him. Hell, Keith would have.

Kylar chuckled at the thought of his lover having his peacocking fights with Oura. It seemed almost like a contest – one that was apparently futile since anytime it happened to one, revenge from the other was soon to follow but it seemed to be one of the most fun things to do in the forest – he had taken part in a few of their bouts himself – although neither really seemed to retaliate against Kylar, not that it really bothered him.

“Need your big strong boyfrien’ tae protect ye?” Kylar asked through the chuckle which set off his accent again – although his entire speech was made a little less clear because of the chuckle persisting as he spoke. He seriously doubted that Toukan would actually need Kylar to protect him from Oura, or from anyone really, Toukan had been in the forest long before Kylar had gotten there so he must have been able to take care of himself and even if he couldn’t alongside Kylar, there were a legion of friends and family that he knew of that would protect him. Failing that, there was the mint. The mint was apparently good for healing – he had experienced its benefit himself when he had been injured before. Toukan had brought some and it had indeed helped. Couldn’t beat Kahlan’s healing talents though, she merely had to flick her hand and the wound was gone as was all residual pain if she wished it. She often didn’t, since Kylar often brought about the injury himself by acting “foolish” as she put it and she would want him to suffer the consequences at least a little. “My power is not here to make you able to do whatever you want without injury” she had often said when he had come to her with an injury he had caused himself.

@Mick:
It took him a moment to decipher the words that were a bit distorted by both the accent and chuckling, but once he did, Toukan couldn't help a small chuckle of amusement himself. "What, planning to be my knight and defend my honor?" he teased.

@Zerg: Doooo iiit. B|

I don't have time to post right now but I need to ask - does this mean I should use Bastilion? |D

[[Bast makes more sense anyway. ]]

He had been drifting, not exactly meditating, in a state somewhere between sleep and wake, gazing ahead but not really seeing what was there. A light doze, if you will.

It had been some time since Bastilion had set hoof within the Forest. Where he had been before, he was not quite sure. He assumed it was that not-world that deer disappeared into sometimes when they fell asleep in a cloud of dark smoke. He certainly had not been wandering around in any other world - for he knew no way to truly depart this place - but he had not been here; he was sure of this.

Whatever the matter, he was here now, and the heat of summer had settled in, the cause of his light doze.

It was not an unpleasant amount of heat at least.

But because of his state of unaware, the Irish elk bull did not notice the approach of the much larger, demonic-looking, bull. Not until he was within a few deer lengths away.

An ear flicked in the other's direction as the brown stag focused back into awareness, turning his head as the other spoke. A look of pleased recognition crossed his face. "Ah, Darkweaver!" he greeted, clambering up to his hooves. "It has been awhile."

Kylar’s signature “Toukan” smirk returned at that line from his boyfriend. Wasn’t that what he had said he was in a conversation they’d had before?
“An’ if ah was?” Kylar asked – accent stronger than it had been before, a glance at the medallion that he had given to Toukan showed that the yellow colour had become stronger – he was happier again.

My brain failed to summon up anything more.

((I forget what happened to our last thing...But I shall try and think of another opening.))

Bastillion's response interested him. He certainly heared of between-worlds within the forest, and he too had taken notice of the way many deer dissappear in a cloud of black smoke when drifting into sleep on occasion. Obviously, not everyone 'poofs' when taking a nap of he'd never be able to successfully make hunting easy by killing 'sleepers' for food.

He isn't sure however if he'd ever been concious of being in that other world himself. "Hn. It is... good to see... you ha...ve... ret...urned then." he finally says, flicking his long tail behind himself.

Keith gave a nod. "Guess you'd get that way." He shifted, fidgeting on the spot again, ears flicking back briefly. "I won't interrogate you on that one, I ain't the Spanish Inquisition for physical abnormalities, man." Keith shook his head, giving a yawn, tiny body shaking briefly, dog-like. "You like it here, right?"

Suddenly he looked...worried, eyes averted.

"You ever known anythin' else?"

@Dannii:
Blink. What the heck was the "Spanish Inquisition"? Ah, whatever; it didn't matter. The other said he wasn't going to ask Tundra about his hoof anymore, and that was fine with him. It wasn't it'd be some big interesting story anyway. He was born with it; that was all.

"I guess it's alright here," he said with a sort of shrug. "It's...different. Had to get used to it too."

He frowned. "What do mean, 'anything else'?"

@Zerg:
He made a sound of interest at the mention of the season-confused weather. "Ah, that must have been something." Bastilion was almost upset he had missed it. Snow in the summer was an oddity he would only be able to experience in a place such as this. "Perhaps I will get lucky next time if they are as active as you say." Discussing weather would probably be a mundane topic were they anywhere else.

Kylar’s smirk grew larger at that comment, becoming less of a smirk and more of a small grin of amusement. He could just picture Toukan as a damsel in distress – and he felt sorry for anyone who kidnapped his lover, Toukan was as physically capable of fighting back as Kylar was himself – well maybe he would not be able to fight for as long as Kylar because of the pain in his leg that would eventually come.
“Wouldn’t dream of it baby,” Kylar replied, “We can be two Knights together or the Princes Charming.” Kylar broke into laughter at the end of his sentence at the thought of it, although he wouldn’t mind being a Prince – well maybe not of the monarchy of his own country. The British Royalty seemed so bound by ancient tradition and the amount of rules and regulations, at least now, maybe if he and Toukan lived in Arthurian times. He shook his head to dismiss the thought; his mind was running away from him.

With a dip of the head he affirms the impressive nature of the snowfall in midsummer. In truth, it had been well timed considering he had picked up a few good wounds the day before said snowfall by getting into one of his 'usual' battles with Wesker. A good pile of snow made the best of pain easers. "I hope... you soon... have the... oppor...tunity. It is... quite... fa...scin...ating." he agrees. He didn't just 'say' it, but rather meant it.
His mind races for a moment, picking through memories for interesting and recent topics. Surely there had to be more than weather to discuss after all this time.

Kylar snuggled into his lover, which was a little awkward when they were walking together but he wanted to do it because he felt like he needed to be closer to his love whilst they were ‘Princes’. Such things made him feel emotionally closer to Toukan – though he knew that there was no one closer to him than Toukan and he hoped that there was no one closer to Toukan than he. Well, he wouldn’t mind if it was close family but he hoped that it was him. He laid a kiss on Toukan’s muzzle again.
“You’re very princely you know,” Kylar smirked, continuing to chuckle a bit more.

@Mick:
Him? Princely? Toukan wasn't sure where Kylar got that from. He leaned into the somewhat embrace, slowing down a bit to do so. He wished he could kiss in this form, but deer muzzles didn't exactly work right for that. So he settled for another nuzzle that ended in a lick - the closest he could get to kissing.

@Dannii:
Ice-colored eyes were temporarily hidden by another blink at the laughter he received in response to his first question. This one - Keith he called himself - was weirding him out.

More blinking at the explanation of why he talked so much. "I guess that makes sense..." Except Tundra didn't sound so sure when saying that since he didn't have much experience with social situations...

Kylar wished he could actually hold the other stag in this form – but he lacked the arms to do so. The closest they could get to actually cuddling in this form was to lean over the other – flopping on them. Toukan liked to do it to him, not that Kylar really minded when he did. He loved the licks though, reminded him of actually getting together with the other – Toukan had licked him instead of saying that he wanted Kylar – the first time anyway. It hadn’t taken him long to say that he loved Kylar which had made Kylar’s electrified heart spark just a little bit more than usual – literally. According to Kahlan who could feel the electrical currents running through him since they were charged with life energy when he was excited by something, the current running through him increased a little and it seemed to arc around his body.
“Anywhere you wanna actually go on this walk yet?” Kylar asked.

Dark noticed the brown bull's frown. It almost seemed to slip the old demon's mind that in the 'other world' Bast may not have contacted anyone.
This in mind, he almost felt compelled to bring his friend to the pond just at the chance of encontering a few familiars. Of course, to call Bast his friend was understating, as a side thought. He did consider him to be like a son, after all.
After a moment's consideration, his mind settles. "Hn... Perha...ps we may... encoun...ter him soon. Are you... up for a wa...lk to the... pond?" he asks simply.