That's sweet of you, but this would be a roleplay ^^ I know it kind of sounded like they were in the forest, so that's probably my fault for the confusion.

At the breath she felt on her, Marie gave a mini gasp and looked wide-eyed at the being who sniffed her. Her ears were arched forward. "Who are you?" Marie asked in a surprised, but hushed tone as to not wake up her sleeping friend.

Marie dipped her head in understanding. "Shiro," she repeated.

"I am Marie Antoinette," she responded slowly. "Do you know how to help her?"

The doe looked down at her sleeping friend. She was very malnourished- anyone could tell that from just how she looked. But yet her butterfly wing markings remained. Though slightly faded from the dust she neglected to wipe from her fur, but still there.

Marie watched the stag inspect Mariposa wordlessly. The doe settled down beside Mariposa who continued to sleep in her deep slumber. Antoine continued to watch silently.

Marie watched a bit more shocked at what he was doing now. But she didn't protest, as her worries grew. Could Mariposa fallen into a coma? No, she couldn't have gone that far...

Antoinette got to her hooves and walked over to the pond. She snatched up a curled up leaf and filled it with a bit of water. Then she carefully brought it to Shiro and placed it on the ground in front of him.

May I join? (:

@White and Silver- Yes, feel free to join

The beads of water dripped down Mariposa's cheeks and nose. The butterfly doe awoke with a sigh and straightened a bit. But when she saw the stranger, she closed her eyes and looked away.

Marie sighed. "It's hopeless. She doesn't do anything. She's completely shut off the world..."

Atticus sat in a mushroom circle, settled into the soft soil and sunlight with his mate, Silver. It had been a relaxing evening, they had made their way down from the grassy knolls and rustling grass, to enjoy the atmosphere by the pond. They had been lying together, her cheek against his warm belly and nose in his silk white fur. But when her ears flicked, and she lifted her head slightly, he turned and gazed down at her sleepily. "What is it darling?" Her large eyes blinked and her lips were parted hesitantly, watching something in the distance. His long ears lifted as he followed her gaze, and saw a group of three deer by the pond. He sensed something odd about it, though their shapes were slightly blurry to him. From what he could see, a young buck was nudging a doe to her feet, he pushed her to stand, and she did. But looked away. Her head fell and she began to utter strangled chokes. Atticus turned again to his mate, her small face was looking at him intently, her dark eyes round. "Atticus somethings wrong with her," she whispered urgently. "You heard the way she choked when she stood." His blue eyes drifted back to the group of deer hovering near the water. "Alright, we'll see what is going on," he soothed. Silver seemed relieved, and was quickly on her feet and trotting in their direstion, though she paused before she was out of the shade of the trees, waiting for her husband. He stood and shook, his large tail fluffing and and hind legs kicking a little, before joining her.

Just for a visual- Atticus is the white rabbit deer in my siggy and Silver is the black one. (: She's a mini and he's just huge. lol

-Note- Atticus has somewhat poor eyesight, it's hard for him to see long distances, but very sensitive hearing. And he's chubby. But he's the burly kind of chubby. lol Broad shoulders and strong and whatnot. His human version is a chef so.... Yeah. Enough said. xD

-Aww Brave young Shiro! xD But it's okay Atticus is a big sweetie. x3

They paused at the edge of the clearing, before Silver flitted up to them and Atticus approached slowly. He had noticed the buck move to shield the sick doe, who had tucked her legs close and was lying shivering in the grass... But he was used to such reactions. His mate smiled as she approached the group. She dipped her head to the doe, then to the buck. "Hello, I'm Silver," she said. The other doe smiled politely, glancing nervously at the large stag behind her. Silver looked back at her mate, before making eye contact with the buck. "This is my mate, Atticus. We were wondering if we could assist you, in any way." The white stag bowed graciously, smiling pleasantly, his ears slacking. The younger male's muscles seemed to unbind and the black hair along his spine flatten. "We could not help but notice your friend, eh, she is very sick?" the new stag inquired. The buck's ears flicked at this newcomer's strange accent*, his eyes also had an unusual look about them, pale blue was an uncommon color... He was not of any forest he knew.

*Icelandic-ish (:

They stood watching as the doe who had been motionless for so long shifted. Shiro blinked, watching her closely, hoping for some other movement... But there was none. Atticus glanced over at him, "If I may, perhaps I could help," he said calmly. Shiro nodded. He didn't know what this large male could possibly do to make anything any better but... He wasn't about to stand in the way. Atticus nodded in return and walked up to the doe on the ground. He tilted his head, observing her. He caught a glimpse of her eyes peering at him through her tangled hair. He slowly knelt beside her, his tail curling around her softly. Her eyes widened. He smiled quietly at her, before gently nosing her with his face. She flinched, but he continued, before whispering, his voice rich and calm "Þú ert veikur ... Ert þú ekki?" Her eyes shifted quickly, and she lifted her head slightly. What was he speaking? She understood, but... Her voice was scarcely audible, and she was frightened. "Get away from me." His blue eyes softened, and they seemed to glow slightly. "Ég vil bara að hjálpa þér litla," he hushed. Mariposa glanced at the young male who was standing a yard or so away. Shiro backed away, staring in confusion. Could they understand him? By the looks on their faces she doubted it but... Her eyes slowly were drawn back to his. She felt strangely warm, the aching in her chest began to fade. "What are you? What are you doing?" she asked, trembling, but not from fear now. She began to feel as though her fur was tingling. He chuckled. "My dear," he began, "even when it seems you are too far gone... There is always hope." His pale eyes burned white, and gold marking on his face began to surface, "Þú hefur ekki verið yfirgefin. Marie er vinur þinn, nei? Hún þykir vænt um þig, djúpt ... Með tímanum munt þú lækna. Þú verður að hækka núna og drekka." By now Marie was standing in shock, watching as the white stag breathed strange words to her friend. She saw a tear slip down Mariposa's face. "But what if I can't go on?" Mariposa cried softly. "What if I have no strength?" Atticus' eyes began to fade, and the markings faded as well. "Oh but you will," he replied. He nudged her gently, and she rose, leaning against his broad shoulder. Atticus turned to Shiro, who stood in stunned silence. He motioned to the weak doe. "You should take her now.... She needs to drink."


So magicul C:

lol Atticus is a moon spirit FYI. xD

Neither Mariposa or Marie knew the language they were speaking. Mariposa's throat hurt to much for her to speak. Plus, she refused to speak anyways.

Mariposa cringed away at the sight of the deer. Hesitantly, she stood up with Shiro. Her legs were trembling a little because she had now spent to much time lying down. And she was very malnourished. Marie Antoinette quickly went by Mariposa's side.

(SilverBells, can you not roleplay my characters please? Perhaps you got a little carried away there but you were roleplaying my character Mariposa. )

Mariposa shifted her eyes to the ground, unsure and uncomfortable. But she had to succumb to the command as she knew she would only be asked once more if she did not obey. She lapped up the water in very small gulps, as it hurt her throat to drink it. Then the doe lifted her head from the water and made a face like she had tasted something sour. Mariposa shook her head and made another whimpering sound.

"Please keep drinking, Ra- I mean, Mariposa," Marie pleaded to Mariposa. But the doe just shook her head in response.

D: I'm so sorry. I've never really role played and I just thought it meant writing a story with other people. I didn't know you could only write about your own characters! ;n; Oops. Well.... At least I know now so I won't step on any toes in the future.

... lol And I was wondering why nobody took up as one of mine. x____x fail

((I've never done it, but it would be really interesting to try writing a story together like that, Silverbells. It would be best to share information about each character's nature and how they make decisions in advance to avoid warping their personality, but it could be a lot of fun, too. Want to try it sometime?))

((Just let me know when and I'll try to join.))

The doe stood there, stubbornly stoic despite their pleas. brd waited, supporting her weight with his youthful muscle, able to feel the steady beat of her heart and motion of her breathing against his side. The sun beamed gently on them from the pale sky, catching the lazily drifting lights and making them sparkle. The chirrup of little birds, creaking frogs, and distant rasping calls of crows livened the air. He took it in peacefully, moving only to scratch an itch or lazily read the smells clinging to the doe.

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I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet

((Does the frog magic exist in this?))

Okay, I am here to join as well. Marie Antoinette was supposed to take Violet here, but with this event I read above, I'd maybe wait...?

(DEERTH- Well now that that mini part is done, I can bring Violet in :3 )

Mariposa glanced at Atticus and then at Brd. The doe gave a cough and then sniffed as a bit of water dripped alongside her nostrils. Marie gently nudged and urged Mariposa to stand, but Mariposa didn't budge. Suddenly, Marie took off in a different direction. Mariposa glanced at where her figure once was before she left.

When Marie Antoinette came back, she had a small little fawn with her.

Marie Antoinette a worried look and then turned her eyes back to the weak butterfly.

Her eyes were closed, as if in deep meditation or thought. The sunlight beamed down on her and those around her. Mariposa slowly tilted her head back, her black hair slightly sliding behind her face- as if soaking up the sun's light and energy. The doe sighed.

Marie watched in curiousity and worry. She prayed that Violet would be able to break through Mariposa's stoic shield and "cure" her depression.

Mariposa jolted her head forward from the small voice, her eyes at first cold and stern, but quickly turned to shock, surprise, and even affection all at the same time. There was a time when Mariposa cherished young fawns for their cuteness and innocence. There was some part of Mariposa that recalled this as her gaze followed the fawn as she lied down beside her. Her presence...her warmth emitted from its small body. Mariposa had forgotten how this had felt. It brought a tear to her eye and before they knew it she was silently sobbing. At first her tears were normal, salty tears, but it quickly turned to blood as more continued to fall down her cheeks.

(I'll only use a small reply and then wait for the other characters )



Marie took the feather out of her hair and gently used it to dry Mariposa's face of the dampened blood. Though some of the tears continued to fall, there were fewer and fewer each minute. There were some blood stains on Mariposa's chest now, and even on the ground.

Violet stayed still, waiting for Mariposa. At least she didn't cry much any more, and that was a relief for Violet. Violet looked at the blood stains and said to others: "These blood stains... We have to clean those up, otherwise other deer who might visit The Pond might get the feeling someone's been killed." Violet was risen up and saying it quietly to the others, as fearing something bad might happen when Mariposa could hear the word kill. Then she stepped back to Mariposa and sat besides her again.

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Is the RP dead... Just asking?

Violet was looking at Mariposa with watery eyes. Now, Violet remembered something... She had met Mariposa before and it hurt to see that very nice doe broken. Violet made a flower crown of nearby flowers and put it on Mariposa's head. "Do you remember me, Mariposa? I am Violet..." said she quietly near Mariposa.