this thing is getting hilarious 8D xD

"I'll see if we can find some of your hearts once everything has passed." She murmered, her eyes fixed on the two deer in the distance.
This doe here is somewhat of a friend. She's very clingy of me for some...reason.
I actually find her constant nuzzles and groomings a bit of a bother,"

She smiled and stretched her legs. She looked at him and clicked her pincers.

"You don't owe me anything," She said.

"Well, to this creature, just your friendship would be enough," She said, smiling.

"I shall search for those hearts in a moment,"

-making some chips n' dip 8D

"How delightful! We have an agreement then,"She chirped, rising to her feet. She headed to the deep part of the forest in search of the abused and lonely hearts. *xD*

daww why are you in teh hostpitals? D:

I'm sorry to hear that ;A; *huggles*

"It seems like something honorable, holding the hearts of others by yourself."She said, blinking.

"What's it like, knowing that you would be responsible for the death of some, Vilinius...?"

"I understand. I have killed...but never lost lives. I've never been responsible for a life in that way" She clicked and tapped, coating her hoof in it. She brushed her hoof on her shoulder.

"Not yet at least."She half-closed her eyes and watched the hearts beat in the tines.

"I'd never crush those organs upon your tines, if that is what you meant," She said reassuringly.

"Or eat them." She twitched an ear and flattened them close to her head.

"To be honest, I dislike ingesting that particular organ. Why?

It hurts me to even consider it," She flicked some more of the crimosn.

She chuckled at this, and playfully flicked a few drops on the stag.
"Indeed...but they also kinda creep me out, too"

Nn...but the blood tastes nice though,"

Willet; Vilnius enjoys his newest heart |D

BIC;

"you don't seem the type to be easily creeped out" he flicked a few drops back.
"I don't mind the taste, at all, though I do not go out of my way to taste it" he laughed softly, "I merely wear it"

The normally serious and rather...gloomy, stag, laughed, loudly, watching the doe slip, standing up. "It takes practice" he shook his head, "You have to learn, to use your hooves as daggers" he moved, avoiding the spots of sunlight.
"it will come off, eventually, with time and water"

((XDD poor Joro XD))

The stag stifled his laughter, stepping over easily to the doe's side.
"it's...difficult at first" he mumbled.

he gave her a gentle push with a bloodied shoulder, gently pushing her to cleaner grass and stepping away before he had time to bleed all over again.

"I taint the things near me red" he chuckled.
"you shall have to get used to it"

"it does...usually" he shuddered, turning his head to lick a small wound on his shoulder from the earlier scuffles. His eyes softened, Clover-flower purple for a moment rather than cold steele, though they snapped back a second later.
"and false friends" he shook himself, "Those who would stay, despite first appearences, are the only ones worth keeping by your side"

"Will you let her....near us?" She said while looking deep into her eyes with confusion, as she watched from a tree.

The queen saw the doe and rose to her feet, stepping back, returning her gaze and she craned her head back.
"Only if you wish it. I will not stick around if you do not wish me to, Bones of Vilinius," She said softly.

The stag flicked his ears, moving to stand nearer to the bone pelted doe, eyes softening once more as he looked down at her before hardening again though he smiled at Joro.
"What do you see, when you look at me?" he asked slowly.

An ear twitches in attempt at dissuading the flies that buzzed persistently about the stag’s head, but it did not remain distracted long, swiftly returning to its upright stance. All attention targeted the strange beast in the shadow and the dark lady that accompanied him. Darcy knew of the bloody trails, and had followed once or twice, but only now had he dared to stay long enough to overhear the heart-keeper’s voice, difficult as it proved to be. The insects gathered in frenzy, drawn by the smell. Such a disappointment to find no carcasses. Did they rest upon the disgusting hearts? The stag dared not venture close enough to look, remaining hidden in his own shadow. He was no stranger to stalking. His ego, if he had one, might even boast to perfecting the art. Almost.
He slunk further behind the trunk of the concealing tree as another approached, his amber eyes burning bright with interest as he studied the unusual interactions. Life had become far too mundane…

ooc// yes XD I assumed I had ninja'd you XD

She flicked her gaze toward the stag."A friend and nothing more," She chided.

She giggled, ending her fit with a growl. "You don't have to worry about me thinking about you in ways that would upset Sad. I have a mate," She said to the stag, flicking her gaze toward the doe as she said her last words.

"Oh dear, well then forgive my misconception. Must have slipped my mind," She said, rubbing an eye and resting her head in the blood.



I HOPE I'VE BEEN SPELLING HIS NAME RIGHT DX

edit:
pfft nope. for some reason I got the hunch that it was "Vilinius" not "Vilnius"....
pfft...

((when I first made him for his original purpose I spelled it wrong too))

The stag's ears pricked, taking in the fear in the other's eyes.
"I may be wary" he flicked an ear "but I do not judge on appearence" he scracthed behind an ear, a clump of clotted blood falling away, showing the shining golden fur beneath it for a moment before the gap was once more covered.

"So long as I am not attacked, not approached too quickly. who am I to say what anyone's intent is?" he glanced down at Sad once more, rubbing a shoulder comfortingly against her.

He had always been a horrible liar, and no doubt he was screaming his emotions loud and clear. The thought of that was nearly as unsettling as the sight and the smell of what he was ‘truly’ meant to be afraid of.
“I guess…you’ll have to take my word for it, sir. Surely you can see it?“ he held back a smile, acknowledging his own failure at secrets. Taking a deep breath he dared another step, resting his hoof in blood soaked grass. He glanced down in discomfort but did not withdraw.
“I don’t wish to judge you,” he began again, looking back to the doe, if only briefly, “but can you blame any for looking upon you the way I do? Hearts and blood belongs in chests and veins…or am I wrong?”

She motioned to look at the stag as he asked such question.

"Most dont judge me, they simply go on and assume. I cannot blame you nor any others for seeing us trough their eyes differently as we see them the exact opposite way. Not all belong to ones chest , such hearts that dont deserve to be in them chests go to mine scent, he keeps them safe from such unworthy creature as what you would call yourself, a stag was it?"

She shifted once more , trying to lay nearby her scent. As she did so, her skull slowly moved towards ones hoof in blood and whispered with a short smile on her face.
"Good night mine purpose."

Eyes shifted towards the other two as she said no words and simply gave a small emotion that was reflected in here eyes: uncertainty and confusion.




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Good night everyone &hearts.
Ill respond tomorrow.

An elongated ear flicks again, then the other, his disturbance in the grass upsetting more winged vermin. He paid them little mind as they rested on the nose of his mask and the sides of his belly. They seemed drawn to the scars there, silly desperate creatures. He tensed a bit as the first doe rose, far more gracefully this time, and shook, sending blood droplets to cover everything nearby. He sighed inwardly with relief that he was not. He dismissed her disapproving glance, focusing instead on the other’s sleepy words. Hearts that don’t deserve to be in their chests… The stag winced, unable to remain from being empathetic to the statement. He stared upon one of the hearts stakes upon a bloody tine, imagining for a moment it was his. He could feel the pain in his chest. His soul screamed. No, come back. He shook his head violently, using the flies as an excuse, pricking his ears once more. Vilnius. He remained silent, slightly surprised that they all shifted to rest once more. He was not a threat, they must realize. He could almost laugh out loud.
“I wish I could believe that to be true in a first introduction, but excuse me if I am not so easily swayed. Evil has reared its many heads in this forest before, if one believes in evil. I guess I don’t consider myself among them…or do I?”
He paused a moment, staring off in thought at the pools of blood, his lips turned into a frown… then suddenly laughed, glancing away with shame.
“I apologize again. I’m a little…drunk you see. Hell it’s probably why I’m here at all. Me and blood are old friends…I am D. Forget the rest, just D.”