August 2, 2011 - 9:28pm — Zergarikiaka
Hmmmmmmk, setting up an interractions thread here for my OCs and fandeer.
Feel free to request deer to RP with here. For some I'm willing to RP humandeer, while others will be deer-only.
Deer Available -
OCs
Zergarikiaka
Mar Sart
Darkweaver
(Personalities include: Aves, Orion, Daiki, Spill.)
Archelius
(Carried Ghosts: Adrastos, Laoise)
Laghodessa
FCs
Saix (VII)
Seto Kaiba
Jack Sparrow
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Please keep to literate RP or doodle responses. 4 lines minimum per written response. Detail desired.
I also beg that no-one use the instant RP killer questions like "how are you" and "What do you want to do" in character. Those always lead to very short and fruitless interractions.
Finally, I must mention that since I'm usually busy, please forgive some slow responses. |D;
Gonna sit in here for now.
Hopefully I can think of
I will also be setting up
Do you mind if I start in?
I hope my writing style is up to your standard.
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It is one of those nights. Era awakens from her slumber with a start, the darkness of the forest swimming in front of her eyes and the sound of the water from De Drinkplaats an accessory to the pounding in her head. It doesn't take much to remember the dream - only the snap of a branch somewhere in the distance - before it railroads her: a hazy image of her dark, grown hooves hovering dangerously above the forelegs of a battered, writhing adolescent deer; her dark, grown hooves, grazing the curve of its joint; her dark, grown hooves pressing, pressing, then finally snap, the bone breaking; the young deer mooing its pain; her own matured voice, heavy behind a worn wooden mask saying, I warned you not to cross me, I warned you. The sunlight reflected in his eyes, brightly, cheerfully, painfully ironic.
The fawn releases a shuddering breath as the vision fades into blackness. And then everything is black, darker than the night she'd woken up to. Her vision, missing. Though this is not her first experience with the aftermath of her visions, it is no less frightening than it had been the first time. Still, her desperation urges her up onto shaking legs. She must find...she must find...
Eraline stumbles away, she thinks, from De Drinkplaats, if the faraway feeling of the mist is any indication. She struggles to keep her eyes open, for she knows that despite the blackness, eventually there will be shapes - and indeed there are, though they flicker in and out like phantoms until eventually they are gone again. This time they don't return.
She locks her legs to steady herself, tries to listen to her surroundings, but the panic has made it so that she can hardly hear reality over the echo of her dream-voice saying I warned you...cross me...not to...
The skinny fawn finally shuts her eyes (what difference does it make if she can't see either way?) and waits for something - for herself, for this moment to pass the way it always does.
ooc: Sorry this took so long
Bic:
Ever light on her hooves, the orca doe progresses threw the forest with a stride that could only be considered as a bounce. Once in a while, bright rust-colored eyes catch thin beams of moonlight filtering threw the forest canopy. In the darkness, her thinly feathered crown appears a deep silver tone, occasionally reflecting green light as the moonlight cascades off their soft vanes.
The moonlight catches her over-tall figure as she hops out of the thicker range of trees into the thinner birch forest. Almost immediatly as she bridges the gap between first forest and birch, her stride shifts from a light bounce to an all out gallop, and the occasional leap over ground based obsticles ranging from clusters of bolders to fallen branches.
It was not that she was in any particular hurry to be anywhere. She simply had too much energy at any given time to restrain herself to a slower pace for long. Those long legs were after all, built for running. Before long, the familiar sound of the De Drinkplaats's fountain caught her ears. A few strides too far would only result in a nude doe, should she come too close to the magical barrier around the otherwise inticing fountain. As much as she enjoyed the place, she preferred not to head in alone.
Slowing down to a brisk walk, she turns in direction to head away from the De Drinkplaats. Soon, those fairly small, dark and movement-worn hooves fall still as the doe pauses to look around. Tall ears swivel around, listening for anyone awake. As much as she loved to be out at night, it was so typical for it to be all too quiet as most deer sleep well into dawn. After a few short seconds of glancing around and listening, she notices a locked up fawn fairly nearby.
She takes a few steps toward the fawn, lowering her head slightly in passive curiousity. "Hey, sweetie. What are you doing out this late?" she asks. An honest question for the curious.
*sits in*
Signature by Roo ♥
(ugh, sorry it's taking me so
The other voice startles her
"Just go away!" she shouts this time, trying with all her might to show a brave face; to, somehow, with tightened brows and and bared teeth, intimidate the other she cannot even see. But soon the bottom rims of her eyes begin to well up with hot tears, and then they are falling fast, though she keeps the threatening hiccups at bay. "Just...don't hurt me."
She takes a half step
Instead of high tailing it the moment teeth became bared, she takes a cautious few steps forward, not getting too close, but close enough to glance over the frightened thing and check for any immediatly visible wounds. "Don't worry... I'm not going to hurt you." she reiterates, concern blatant in her voice. She tilts her head slightly, letting a few strands of silvery hair from her mane fall over her masked face.
She could make out tears in the moonlight. Being a mother, it is only natural instinct to want to erase those tears, even for someone she doesn't exactly know. "Are you alright?" she finally asks, now standing still... or at least as still as a hyperactive doe can manage.
TRACKING. I AM SO LATE. I
I WANT SO MUCH.