"Well, it seems a few of you have stumbled upon my tracks, curious little things you are.
For a creature such as myself, I do not mind your flattery or curiosity. It is amusing to me.
Rather than have you all casting your aspersions, I am willing to hear your questions. Perhaps you could offer me some information? I certainly have gifts that you might find interesting..."
Here you may interact with Feathercrest/The Raven King. I encourage all role play and question asking. Feathercrest will respond.
"I can tell by the way you react about things, you're not from here," the little shika said softly, at a safe distance. "I'm not sure if I can figure out why you're here."
The large stag turned his head to where the delicate little voice rose, smiling to himself. He had seen this curious thing before.
"Hmm hmmm. Striking observation little doe. Now now, you needn't plague your little mind as to why I am here. Lets just say, I had something stolen from me. I wish to claim it back.
You should know what its like, yes? Know what its like to be robbed of something precious?
You may call me Feathercrest, Kaoori"
Sorrel:
"The Raven King. Feathercrest. The one who has been thieved."
She watched him for the longest time; the way his colours rippled and glowed, the way his eyes seem to X-ray those they rested on. His symbol was certainly intruding as well; the girl had an affinity for swirls and complexities. Her galaxies swallowed his form, yet they still couldn't strip him to his core; he was still too far from her grasp.
Still, eyes couldn't do all the talking; she questioned frankly yet politely, edges smoothed out, emotions stilled.
The doe was oddly relaxed around such a striking creature, but as usual she was only half focused on what was happening. Now calm enough to simply lie down with the intent of chatter.
Perched on his cold throne of stone, the stag inhaled deep, his trailing eyes sighting the doe that approached him. Interesting. This one was different.
"I have been robbed, something of mine has been stolen;
A navy arrow tipped with green. The one the forest has all seen."
A green trail of fog from his eyes stretched out to where the doe stood.
"Hmmm"
Sorrel:
The doe was oddly relaxed. Strange.
"You certainly are a curious one, far curious than the rest.
Sorrel.
He grinned, allowing a trail of green from his eye begin to swirl sickly, as it created a small glyph.
She thought for a while, eying the fog as it approached her. A hoof pushed towards it in curious response, before it found itself anchored below her again. Suddenly, it clicked.
Ravenflight.
Her eyes traveled back up to his form, holding fast.
Her, then.
She didn't speak the doe's name, lest she revealed something that wasn't supposed to be known. Her voice took on a slightly more jagged edge.
At the mention of her name, the doe's smile twitched an inch wider for a moment, before completely disolving as the name appeared before her eyes.
She studied it, burnt orange irises flickering around before she relaxed her shoulders, golden mane flowing over them.
"I'm sorry. I don't recognize it.
Who is this person, to steal from you?"
This is territory not unfamiliar to the hart. So when he made his entry into the scene, it was with confidence; his head high in a manner of not quite pride, but far from subordination. Like an inbetween, yet closer to his own self-proclaimed dominant status.
He stopped before the raven creature and stared for a bit. Thinking, considering what to say, and how he could corner this beast with words. That was his intention, to fight in a subtle way, without bringing physical harm to either of them.
"What is your motivation?" Was the words that came forth from the Red's maw.
Shalaco stood at a distance, watching the beast quizically. He cocked his head to the side, a wry smile forming. Shalaco trotted over, his legs high and stiff, and sniffed the newcomer. Again came the head-cock.
All part of the show.
"Hello there!" he said cheerfully. "You're a strange one, aren't you? You smell funny. Who are you?" Shalaco sniffed again and crinkled up his nose - he truly did smell funny. Shalaco stared at the green mist eminating from the creature's eyes. How queer, he thought and cocked his head again. He really was inquisitive, though most of it was a show to the other deer. Playing the simpleton raised fewer questions.
"What's with the green swirly stuff?"
Green pits staring holes into her own eyes, the beast grinned. She had known, he knew it all along. The small creature smelt of his sister. All the forest did. Every tree and leaf was not left unturned, making his task far more difficult. To find the elusive doe that had set foot everywhere. He admired the small does bravery. Even if she wouldn't give him all the information he would find ways in time. Time was all he needed. He would tread on nerves.
"Hmmm hmmm. her indeed."
The Raven King paused;
"Honour among tigers...how very nobel..."
He stared her down, the green ribbons licking the wind malevolently. What would you do once you found her?
"Persecute her."
Tread on nerves.
Sorrel:
She was polite. Sickly polite. It made him cringe. Innocence and politeness; potent. At the same time, it was the very thing he acted on. Smiling, the Raven king shifted his tail, making himself comfortable before speaking back, the same sickly polite tone.
"Now now my dear, no need to apologise."
He paused.
"My sister see, she plucked something from me. Something very important. She fails to realise how much grief it is bringing her. If only she would just give it back. I am older after all, she is too young to worry about such things."
His guise changed as his head turned to face her, green glowing sockets where eyes should be staring directly at her. Speaking coldly and directly.
"Her name is Ravenflight. Remember the name."
Shifting back into his polite tone, he chuckled.
"If you do see her, or hear of her, be a dear and let me know."
Virgil:
A feral scent, distant lands and crisp mountain air slowly became more potent as the red stag approached the avian. But this was hardly the obvious marker to Feathercrest. Any deer or being who had some involvement with Ravenflight would glow. The glow would depend on her relationship and involvement.
The glow made Feathercrest sick. At the same time, incredibly curious. Slithers of green fog reached to blot out the blue, as he shifted his head square to the red; antlers spread like wraith-wings. The way the red carried himself seemingly suggested he knew the land well. He could sense the stags eagerness for a verbal joust. Eager to participate, Feathercrest replied with ease.
"To claim back what is mine."
He grinned in a darker manner.
"To catch up with family."
Shalaco:
The somewhat stoic beast sat placidly on his throne of rock. Forever observing others. Jousting and speaking with others. All worthy targets if he seized the chance. But that was never Feathercrests game. Efficiency was not a term. He was like a cat. A simple kill wouldnt suffice. He would toy and toss and play with the carcass. Wait around a bit before devour. This was what he would do.
So naturally, when an irritating young deer ran across him innocently, asking stupid questions and hovering around innocently; one of his stature would be expected to rip its head off.
But this was not the case, yet.
If the beast could roll his eyes, he would, but instead he replied outright. This creature was of no real interest or use, just yet.
Hello. A strange one hmm? What do you think is normal?
Pausing, feathercrest shuffled his legs before standing; towering over the smaller creature.
"Some call me brother. Others the Raven King. You may call me Feathercrest.
Green swirly stuff? What a silly term. Funnily enough, this was one thing Feathercrest couldn't define. As if something had seemingly blotted his memory out. Allowing a trail of green to slither towards the deer, he let it caress him gently. As it did, it became more potent and pungent. Soon it would become more painful for the deer to inhale.
"It is me. It caresses. it lures. It lingers. It burns.
And if you leave it long enough, it kills"
. By this point, Feathercrest let the green mist fade away from the deer. He sat back down, staring. He had never been asked such an obvious question before. The most blatantly obvious were the ones last seen.
"Very well." The Hart replied, he took a couple of steps, which somewhat exposed his side, but only a little. His hazel eyes never left the avian creature, nor did the subtle expression of sternness.
The little black doe had spied the impressive feathered stag sitting on the playground rock a few times now, he’d caught her eye, though her demeanor remained aloof, effecting disinterest as she settled herself upon a higher rock. Positioned of course to best effect, she fanned her brightly colored feather mantle, letting it partially hid her face as her crimson eyes roamed over her new intrigue. She’d spotted him watching her and a coy smile set upon her lips. “Good day,” she allowed with a nod, “I do enjoy sitting in the sun, the rocks are so deliciously warm. What brings you here?”
Shalaco watched the beast stand. "Feathercrest?" he asked. "I get it. For the feathers, right?" How far can I push him, Shalaco thought. He noticed the green mist surrounding him and his eyes widened slightly. It burned his nostrils, causing him to huff and snort, shake his head.
"It is me. It caresses. It lures. It lingers. It burns. And if you leave it long enough, it kills."
Shalaco sneezed as the mist faded, a steely glint in his amber eyes. "It kills, you say . . .". He grinned, revealing sharp canines, very odd for a deer. "How?" It was more a demand than question. "Show me how your green swirlies kill on . . . .that." he nodded towards a rabbit who was happily munching away on grass. "I haven't had a rabbit in a while anyway . . . " his words trailed off as he looked expectantly at Feathercrest, the grin still there.
The small doe did not pick up on how Feathercrest felt; she'd never been good at such things, and he seemed the reserved type.
Sorrel would have no clue of any mischief at work here. A grin grew on her face as he explained, about this...Ravenflight.
She might have heard the name before. The smile died as soon as it had been born, again. It was a habit of hers. "Certainly. It was nice meeting you, Feathercrest."
She hopped away into the forest, like a young fawn, spring in her step. What fun; she wondered what this thing was, that had been stolen. And she certainly couldn't wait to find out more.
Off to seek out this sister, then.
Memories - sharp, chaotic flickers - drove daggers into her mind. She could hear the baying of hounds, the crack of the rifles; she could smell the blood and gunpowder.
She could feel the bullet lodge itself in her chest all over again.
A small yet audible growl reverberated from her chest; her right eye showed faint tracings of dulled gold. The colour swirled feverishly.
Her voice however remained uncracked, though just barely. She found herself smirking at the mention of tigers.
Tigers, you say? Funny...
She kept her eyes fastened on him; the dull gold danced faster.
Nabs first comment. I'm off
o u o I'm gonna pester him
I'm gonna pester him when I think of something suitable. <3
"I can tell by the way you
"...who are you?"
Sweet Pic. Wish I could draw
"Whatsur name?" It was all
It was all Sorrel could think of asking, for now.
Kaoori: The large stag
The large stag turned his head to where the delicate little voice rose, smiling to himself. He had seen this curious thing before.
You should know what its like, yes? Know what its like to be robbed of something precious?
You may call me Feathercrest, Kaoori"
Sorrel:
Thanks for the interest so
-bump- ._.
O.O gotta say amazig track ^^
She watched him for the
Still, eyes couldn't do all the talking; she questioned frankly yet politely, edges smoothed out, emotions stilled.
What brings you here, if I may ask?
"Wha's been taken from you?
The doe was oddly relaxed around such a striking creature, but as usual she was only half focused on what was happening. Now calm enough to simply lie down with the intent of chatter.
"I'm Sorrel."
Lung: Perched on his cold
Perched on his cold throne of stone, the stag inhaled deep, his trailing eyes sighting the doe that approached him. Interesting. This one was different.
"I have been robbed, something of mine has been stolen;
A navy arrow tipped with green. The one the forest has all seen."
A green trail of fog from his eyes stretched out to where the doe stood.
"Hmmm"
Sorrel:
The doe was oddly relaxed. Strange.
"You certainly are a curious one, far curious than the rest.
Sorrel.
He grinned, allowing a trail of green from his eye begin to swirl sickly, as it created a small glyph.
She thought for a while,
Ravenflight.
Her eyes traveled back up to his form, holding fast.
Her, then.
She didn't speak the doe's name, lest she revealed something that wasn't supposed to be known. Her voice took on a slightly more jagged edge.
What would you do once you found her?
At the mention of her name,
She studied it, burnt orange irises flickering around before she relaxed her shoulders, golden mane flowing over them.
"I'm sorry. I don't recognize it.
Who is this person, to steal from you?"
This is territory not
He stopped before the raven creature and stared for a bit. Thinking, considering what to say, and how he could corner this beast with words. That was his intention, to fight in a subtle way, without bringing physical harm to either of them.
"What is your motivation?" Was the words that came forth from the Red's maw.
Shalaco stood at a distance,
All part of the show.
"Hello there!" he said cheerfully. "You're a strange one, aren't you? You smell funny. Who are you?" Shalaco sniffed again and crinkled up his nose - he truly did smell funny. Shalaco stared at the green mist eminating from the creature's eyes. How queer, he thought and cocked his head again. He really was inquisitive, though most of it was a show to the other deer. Playing the simpleton raised fewer questions.
"What's with the green swirly stuff?"
Lung: Green pits staring
Tread on nerves.
Sorrel:
Virgil:
The glow made Feathercrest sick. At the same time, incredibly curious. Slithers of green fog reached to blot out the blue, as he shifted his head square to the red; antlers spread like wraith-wings. The way the red carried himself seemingly suggested he knew the land well. He could sense the stags eagerness for a verbal joust. Eager to participate, Feathercrest replied with ease.
Shalaco:
So naturally, when an irritating young deer ran across him innocently, asking stupid questions and hovering around innocently; one of his stature would be expected to rip its head off.
But this was not the case, yet.
If the beast could roll his eyes, he would, but instead he replied outright. This creature was of no real interest or use, just yet.
And if you leave it long enough, it kills"
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"Very well." The Hart
"And what is it that you have been robbed of?"
The little black doe had
Shalaco watched the beast
Shalaco sneezed as the mist faded, a steely glint in his amber eyes. "It kills, you say . . .". He grinned, revealing sharp canines, very odd for a deer. "How?" It was more a demand than question. "Show me how your green swirlies kill on . . . .that." he nodded towards a rabbit who was happily munching away on grass. "I haven't had a rabbit in a while anyway . . . " his words trailed off as he looked expectantly at Feathercrest, the grin still there.
The small doe did not pick up
Sorrel would have no clue of any mischief at work here. A grin grew on her face as he explained, about this...Ravenflight.
She might have heard the name before. The smile died as soon as it had been born, again. It was a habit of hers.
"Certainly. It was nice meeting you, Feathercrest."
She hopped away into the forest, like a young fawn, spring in her step. What fun; she wondered what this thing was, that had been stolen. And she certainly couldn't wait to find out more.
Off to seek out this sister, then.
Persecute. Memories - sharp,
Memories - sharp, chaotic flickers - drove daggers into her mind. She could hear the baying of hounds, the crack of the rifles; she could smell the blood and gunpowder.
She could feel the bullet lodge itself in her chest all over again.
A small yet audible growl reverberated from her chest; her right eye showed faint tracings of dulled gold. The colour swirled feverishly.
Her voice however remained uncracked, though just barely. She found herself smirking at the mention of tigers.
Tigers, you say? Funny...
She kept her eyes fastened on him; the dull gold danced faster.
And what are you persecuting her for?