This is a private roleplay between the following...
Tzipporah speaks in #567
Sibyl speaks in #CCF
Ravus speaks in #000
Makime speaks in #F66
Geisha speaks in #D83545
Tziporrah toed the water skeptically, eyes widening as the cold substance bit into her ankle. She retracted her foot, hair standing on end to fight the chilly onslaught. She knew water. She knew water and trees and even grass. She knew that the things that sniffed or passed her were deer... sort of... and she knew that the sky loomed over the forest like a blanket. But it didn't block out the cold.
"I don't think I want to-" she cut off, a sudden gust tossing her fur to one side. She braced herself against it. It had been Sibyl's idea to come to the pond, right? She said it would be fun. Said there were things to do.
Fun.
Tzi was beginning to wonder if that word had more than one meaning. Words like fun were coming back to her in ghostly ways. Vague meanings. Intangible, like the wind.
A frog darted from beneath the pond, it swarmed past the lilypads and fish. It neared the bank when suddenly there was a loud splashing noise as a fawn emerged from where the frog had been.
Water flew in every direction. Sibyl smiled vaguely, the feeling of water trickling through her fur... it reminded her... of another time, a different time.
Blinking Sibyl looked around until she spotted her friend, Tzipporah. Gracefully Sibyl trotted over to her friend and grinned. "Did you see that? Whenever you enter the water you become a frog!"
Sibyl smiled again and nuzzled her friend, enjoying how Tzipporah smelled like fresh soil. Glancing up Sibyl finally noticed the frown increasing on her friends face. Tilting her head Sibyl asked "What's wrong Tzi?"
She knew that word, frog. Warts. Skin lesions. Mucous. Mud. Filth. She knew enough to make a shiver run across her skin that had nothing to do with the cold wind.
Again, she was struck by the word Sibyl had used earlier: fun. Fun was turning into a frog. Getting soaked. Freezing to death. Getting sucked down to the murky bottom of the pond.
"W... what's wrong?! You're turning into frogs and wet and cold and you're asking..." She shivered again, this time with frustration. This wasn't fun. She wanted to return to her deer pillow... the blue one whose voice sounded like digital echoes.
Digital.
Again, shiver. Shiver, shiver. She turned and stalked off, back toward the dry bank, back toward the trees and the warm pillow of a stag she'd left behind. ...Somewhere. She paused, watching the trees loom, their bark dark and cracking. She'd followed Sibyl here...
Chewing her lip, she threw a glance over her shoulder, back toward her new, strange friend.
Sibyl just blinked and chuckled. "Well if I had known you weren't fond of... water, we'd have gone somewhere else." .
Sighing Sibyl followed her friend, when she stopped Sibyl smiled and said "You lead now. We shall go where you want too." .
But deep down, though Sibyl was quite fond of Tzipporah, she loved the water. She could still feel water dripping from her coat, still feel the light waves lapping at her hooves.
Shaking her head slightly, Sibyl blinked and gazed at Tzipporah, waiting for here to start moving.
Tzi stiffened. She definitely didn't want to hear those words. She would probably lead them straight into...
Quicksand.
Her chest tightened, her mind fighting against these words she didn't know, and didn't want to know. Quicksand. Digital. ...Warts.
"I... I don't know where to go..." she said too loudly, trying to sound as if she weren't embarrassed about it. Weren't uncomfortable. Weren't upset by the fact that she was somehow here without knowing why or where or when she got here. Why she could talk. Why she knew that I came before E except after C. Except that didn't help her understand the trees or the paths she needed to follow. Which mushrooms she could eat. What grass was sweetest. Why she thought that eating grass was wonderful and horrible and wonderful.
She trotted a few more paces forward, shivering, and lowered herself to the ground. If she didn't know where to go, she would go nowhere.
Cold, dark, eyes like coal watched the two from a distance. Willow limbs falling across her back and caressing her small frame in the cool winter breeze. Pink lips slightly parted as she drew in the air, back rising and falling with each careful breath. These two caught her curiosity, only one figure somewhat familiar to her but she could not recall the name. Had she even caught her name before? Perhaps not, it had been a brief passing meeting upon the giant rocks.
Not that it mattered, not that she cared.
She was only interested from this distance, content to watch the two interact. Content to stay cuddled in the embrace of a tree and satisfied with the peace and quiet surrounding her.
A rounded eyebrow rose when the Geisha watched the blue hued deer lower itself to ground, was that fear? An amused smirk tugged at Geisha’s mouth. What an odd little pair, she thought.
Sibyl watched her friend look around and then flop to the ground. Slowly Sibyl approached and lowered her head till she was a nose length away from Tzipporah's face.
A smile slowly spread across Sibyl's face and she said "Why don't we go to the playground? It's where fawns normally go...".
Sibyl backed up and sat down, peering at her relunctant friend. As she waited for an answer Sibyl's ears pricked and she felt as though they were being watched. Quickly her eyes darted around, her head swiveling from side to side.
Then Sibyl's eyes fell on a peculiar deer, with a face as white as snow and blood red lips. Sibyl stood up alittle straighter, watching the stranger. They were familiar... like from a distance memory, rocks, being pushed away, leaving yet coming back? Sibyl mentally shook herself to clear her mind.
Keeping her eyes on the stranger, Sibyl waited for an answer from Tzipporah
"...playground?" she asked, strange images flashing through her mind. Words like slides and handlebars. The last was particularly disturbing, causing a swell of discomfort in her chest. It implied something frightening. She pushed it away, staring down at her hooves. She'd always had hooves. Would always. She rose again to her feet, feeling small and weak and helpless. It made her angry. She refused to be conquered by this forest.
"Okay, let's..." she trailed off, following Sibyl's gaze. A deer was staring at them. A pretty deer. Very pretty. She looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Let's go," she finished, but it was nearly a whisper, barely audible. Escape from the gaze. The stare of the pretty doe.
(Ohgoshthefrilliness. This
Ohgoshthefrilliness.This page is beautiful though. And track.)Tziporrah toed the water
"I don't think I want to-" she cut off, a sudden gust tossing her fur to one side. She braced herself against it. It had been Sibyl's idea to come to the pond, right? She said it would be fun. Said there were things to do.
Fun.
Tzi was beginning to wonder if that word had more than one meaning. Words like fun were coming back to her in ghostly ways. Vague meanings. Intangible, like the wind.
A frog darted from beneath
Water flew in every direction. Sibyl smiled vaguely, the feeling of water trickling through her fur... it reminded her... of another time, a different time.
Blinking Sibyl looked around until she spotted her friend, Tzipporah. Gracefully Sibyl trotted over to her friend and grinned. "Did you see that? Whenever you enter the water you become a frog!"
Sibyl smiled again and nuzzled her friend, enjoying how Tzipporah smelled like fresh soil. Glancing up Sibyl finally noticed the frown increasing on her friends face. Tilting her head Sibyl asked "What's wrong Tzi?"
Tzipporah jolted backwards,
Frog.
She knew that word, frog. Warts. Skin lesions. Mucous. Mud. Filth. She knew enough to make a shiver run across her skin that had nothing to do with the cold wind.
Again, she was struck by the word Sibyl had used earlier: fun. Fun was turning into a frog. Getting soaked. Freezing to death. Getting sucked down to the murky bottom of the pond.
"W... what's wrong?! You're turning into frogs and wet and cold and you're asking..." She shivered again, this time with frustration. This wasn't fun. She wanted to return to her deer pillow... the blue one whose voice sounded like digital echoes.
Digital.
Again, shiver. Shiver, shiver. She turned and stalked off, back toward the dry bank, back toward the trees and the warm pillow of a stag she'd left behind. ...Somewhere. She paused, watching the trees loom, their bark dark and cracking. She'd followed Sibyl here...
Chewing her lip, she threw a glance over her shoulder, back toward her new, strange friend.
Sibyl just blinked and
.
Sighing Sibyl followed her friend, when she stopped Sibyl smiled and said "You lead now. We shall go where you want too."
.
But deep down, though Sibyl was quite fond of Tzipporah, she loved the water. She could still feel water dripping from her coat, still feel the light waves lapping at her hooves.
Shaking her head slightly, Sibyl blinked and gazed at Tzipporah, waiting for here to start moving.
Tzi stiffened. She definitely
Quicksand.
Her chest tightened, her mind fighting against these words she didn't know, and didn't want to know. Quicksand. Digital. ...Warts.
"I... I don't know where to go..." she said too loudly, trying to sound as if she weren't embarrassed about it. Weren't uncomfortable. Weren't upset by the fact that she was somehow here without knowing why or where or when she got here. Why she could talk. Why she knew that I came before E except after C. Except that didn't help her understand the trees or the paths she needed to follow. Which mushrooms she could eat. What grass was sweetest. Why she thought that eating grass was wonderful and horrible and wonderful.
She trotted a few more paces forward, shivering, and lowered herself to the ground. If she didn't know where to go, she would go nowhere.
Cold, dark, eyes like coal
Not that it mattered, not that she cared.
She was only interested from this distance, content to watch the two interact. Content to stay cuddled in the embrace of a tree and satisfied with the peace and quiet surrounding her.
A rounded eyebrow rose when the Geisha watched the blue hued deer lower itself to ground, was that fear? An amused smirk tugged at Geisha’s mouth. What an odd little pair, she thought.
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Sibyl watched her friend look
A smile slowly spread across Sibyl's face and she said "Why don't we go to the playground? It's where fawns normally go...".
Sibyl backed up and sat down, peering at her relunctant friend. As she waited for an answer Sibyl's ears pricked and she felt as though they were being watched. Quickly her eyes darted around, her head swiveling from side to side.
Then Sibyl's eyes fell on a peculiar deer, with a face as white as snow and blood red lips. Sibyl stood up alittle straighter, watching the stranger. They were familiar... like from a distance memory, rocks, being pushed away, leaving yet coming back? Sibyl mentally shook herself to clear her mind.
Keeping her eyes on the stranger, Sibyl waited for an answer from Tzipporah
"...playground?" she asked,
"Okay, let's..." she trailed off, following Sibyl's gaze. A deer was staring at them. A pretty deer. Very pretty. She looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Let's go," she finished, but it was nearly a whisper, barely audible. Escape from the gaze. The stare of the pretty doe.