Purpleish flowers encrusted upon his head, and strings bound about his ankles and neck gave him quite the odd appearance. Although to most it was fairly obvious. This... thing... was one of the seven puppets that existed in the forest. Though this was the only red one out of all of them.

While most fawns would run or scamper through the rain, this fawn simply walked. One foot in front of the other. It was so awkward and mechanical looking that it was almost as if he were coaching himself on what to do. His eyes are blank. Completely blank. As a human, he was born blind, and a deer this was of no exception. Occasionally he would bump into a tree or trip over a rock, but he would not cry in pain. He would, rather, slowly ease on up and continue to walk, paying no mind to fresh cuts on his forehead or legs.

Approach?

(Oh... got carried away den D: )

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"M-m-m-m-mas-t-ter..." the faintest sound creeps from his lips, carrying a stutter so horrendous that it could not possibly be accurately represented with words themselves. The voice itself is light, almost musical, and not at all childish. There is a certain adult quality about it.

Sensing the stranger beside of him, he spoke once more. "P-p-p-pl-a-a-ay..." he mumbled out, staring in the distance in front of him. His little body stood stock-still, refusing to move.

C-a-ar-.......... G-g-g-um...St-st-st-st-ick..." He almost seemed to panic as he began introducing himself, as if he forgot something before abruptly starting over.

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"O-o-okay..." he whispered, not at all threatened by the teasing remarks. His never blinked, as if they were forever frozen in position.

"M-m-m-master... n-n-named... m-me... G-g-gumSt-st-stick... M-m-master... k-k-k-kind..." he started to take a few steps forward, blood from a previous wound dribbling down his forehead.

"I... a-am a... p-p-puppet..." he explained, a strange sort of pleading in his voice. Almost as if he wanted to be rescued.

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"S-s-strings... Y-y-y-you h-h-have... s-s-strings?" he asked, light curiousity in his voice.

It would seem obvious that GumStick wasn't very bright, but then again, he wasn't as dull as one would think.

He shook his head back and forth at her second comment, head moving slowly. "M-m-m-master... I-is l-l-like F-f-father...." he stuttered. "L-l-love... f-f-father..." he bent down and, like the affectionate sort that he was, tried to nuzzle the dog in front of him. His job was to make people happy. This... customer... sounded like she needed cheering up.

(Oh dear Lord I didn't expect him to turn out this damn creepy o-o)

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A slow eyebrow raise from him, almost as if he was accusing her of being the idiot. He sounded out the words slowly, as if to make her understand. "I.... a-a-am..... a.... pup-p-p-pet..."

He didn't even cry out as she lunged forward on closeed her fangs around his leg. As she pulled, he simply mumbled. "P-p-puppet..."

When she let go his leg hung limply, bleeding. The string round his ankle had been broken. His eyes gave on a pained look.

"St-st-st-string... b-b-b-b-b-broke..."

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"C-c-c-couldn't... s-s-see.... T-t-t-eeth..." he stammered an explanation.

His expression was contorted into mix of sadness and anger over his precious string. "B-b-broke... s-s-string... wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-why?" the stammering was getting worse, if that was even possible.

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"B-b-b-blind...."

He stared at her and then screamed. A loud, terrible sound. Crows and birds flew from trees, and deer who were standing by either looked in curiosity (the braver ones) or fled (the sensible ones).

The stammering, for a brief period left, and his grey eyes flashed to a bright hazel, locked onto the winged dog. He stamped at the ground and lifted the dtring into his mouth throwing it at her and crying out all the way,

"TIE STRING!!! TIEITTIEITTIETIEIT!!! STRING TIE!!! TIE IT!!!" he leapt up and rolled over the ground, grumbling nonsense.

After all, those strings ere his

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He tried to stop it, to muffle his mouth against the ground. This behavior was not his to control, he had snapped just as the string had snapped.

Of course puppets broke their strings all the time, but GumStick hated breaking strings... It was such an awful sensation...

Slwoly, he forced his eyes to return to their simple dull grey. His bristled fur flattened back, and and the screaming abruptly stopped. He swayed back and forth... As if confused on what had just happened. He heard the growling and asked in a meek voice.

"D-d-d-did I d-d-do s-s-s-something b-b-bad?"

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He remembered that, in his blind fury, he had thrown it at her. He put a little hoof forward and slowly scratched at the ground.

"St-st-string... h-h-have... s-s-string..." he stammered, continuing to scratch at the ground, begging.

"H-h-have... b-b-back... s-s-s-tring...?"

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"....M-m-master... t-t-told m-m-me t-t-to..." he said finally, as if it were the reason for everything.

After all, he 'lived' for his master.

"N-n-n-nice... d-d-dog..." he mumbled, head tilting.

"N-n-nice... b-b-but sc-sc-scary..."

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G-g-gumStick... N-n-name" he mumbled. He closed his lifeless eyes, as if he were concentrating.

"Car-car-carbunckle...War-warthom...Hu-hu-human... n-n-name..." he finally gasped out. He looked (or it seemed like he did) at the winged canine.

"S-s-save... Car-carbunckle... fr-from... G-g-gumStick...?"

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"F-f-f-fight... f-f-for... Car-carbunckle..." he stammered. He paused, and then dropped the string in his mouth, letting it fall to the ground.

"W-w-ill f-f-fight..." he abruptly short his head down, the quickest mothion he had made since meeting this strange dog, and began to rip the remaining strings from his ankes. He raised his good front leg and let it tear the string from around his neck.

All of the strings were gone. All of his precious strings were broken. His eye flashed to the old hazel color, reverting back to his chaotic form. He didn't scream.

He was far too furious to scream.

He silently dashed around and leapt onto the winged canine's back, attempting to rip and tear at fur with razor sharp teeth.

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He sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, gnawing, slowly chewing his way to her throat. His little hooves flailed at her, kicking her in blind fury.

After all, his strings had been cut.

"C-c-carbunckle..." his tiny voice was muffled between flesh and fur. Whether or not he was drawing blood, he didn't know.

munch... munch... munch...

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He was a puppet, he could be sewn back.

His ribs were crushed, his internal organs impaled and bleeding, yet he continued to nibble away at her flesh, now at her throat, biting through the flesh as if it were soft butter.

His limbs were broken. and his body hung there from her, his mouth the only thing keeping them together.

Quite a gruesome site, indeed.

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