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This is Calder's bio and
this is Fancy Feather's bio.
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The striped doe was still panicking by the strange ruins, thinking as hard as she could about how she'd gotten here in the first place. Her memories were a blur, a mess of something she wasn't able to solve without returning to square one : total confusion. The beings she had seen so far were not worth the trouble getting acquainted with. Some happy little deerlings jumping around in a flower meadow amongst the squirrels and birdies - like something out of a cheesy, poorly written fairytale.
Only this was reality, making it that much more sickening.
Everything in here was perfect, secure, happy. Where were the dangers and temptations, desire for trouble? Even when it was Autumn for certain, there seemed to be warm rays of sunlight smiling down, and the birds chirped in the trees joyfully. Ugh. Maybe this was punishment for the crone's past life? She was really hungry for answers as none of her theories were logical enough, but she was way too proud to ask the other deer bouncing around. They seemed too lightheaded, and would probably welcome her into this forest with a bubbly smile on their face. Brainless idiots. The doe hoped that she wouldn't lose her head and past memories like those - things - had done. She needed to get back home, back to her own world - only she didn't remember anything of it. Anywhere was better than HERE.
A foul scent coming from somewhere around the ruins caight the doe's attention, and she turned up her nose immediately to escape it. Did someone - or something - die here recently? She wasn't scared of finding dead bodies, in fact it aroused her interest. Maybe there was something in this place she didn't yet understand. Curiously the doe stepped further into the shadows, listening for any possible sounds with her long ears. She was too lazy, or too stupid to conceal her own presence, and made all kinds of crackling noises while walking on dry leaves and twigs. There WAS someone here, she was sure of it. And they'd better come out this second to give her some answers.
"I know you're here." She said sternly.
Golden bliss baking against
And there was where he stood. The way his form was built wasn't unlike the ways known in the realm this much, as some of those who lived there could have been described perhaps even beyond the limits of 'strange'. There was a pulsing pressure within his chest, raising his blood-colored pelt up and down in a slow, calm loop. He was breathing. Not even the other things about him were unlike the way they were supposed to be. Once in a while, his attentive ears moved a little, his hooves slid some more.
But there was a thing, a single thing, which was kind of off with him. It weren't his physical characteristics. But he. The wall he stood before could have been faintly seen throught his very pelt, a shining transparency. An area of strangely colder air surrounded him and a scent of old wood treated with creosote seemed to linger from his pelt, the sharp, and scary, as considered by some, sensation.
The being's ears soon gave a lurch to a direction where noise appeared out of blue, and that noise seemed to take on strenght, a noise which was now a desperate target of his attention. It was easy to focus with the place being deserted with exception of him and the intruder.
They spoke out. And there was no one to speak to, but him. Not so heartwarming approach.
He rose straight towards where he's heard the noise pollution come from, and he soon saw. He raised his tail up. Little enough to be hardly noticed, but much enough to take all the sleep from it. His side was exposed so far, but his head and ears fully faced the other, his eyes of cold, stinging electric red glow soon locking with those of the physical being. "Who are you talking to like so?"
He stood afar off the
As the being who inhabited
She raised her head to show that she wasn't intimidated, but kept a pleading look on her face. She was so desperate for any answers at all she decided to stick around, even if finding this creature to be extremely strange, even in her books. The being looked a little annoyed and slightly confused by something. Ooh great. The doe hoped this creature wasn't in the same situation as her, unable to answer anything. She wasn't here to talk and waste some more time in this disgusting fantasyland.
As the thing spoke, it used a strange, hollow tone that confused the doe. What was this thing, exactly? It seemed different - and it seemed to be alone. Despite her usual habits, the crone felt a need to lower her head slightly to say hello. She felt a strange respect inside her, almost forcing her to do so against her own will. She didn't want to get on anyone's bad side as she could use them and their knowledge to her advantage, but she still stared at the being, making it perfectly clear she wasn't powerless. She only hoped now that the being staring at her wasn't an illusion or anything - that would have been just the thing to make her give up entirely.
"You tell me. I apologise for the intrusion." She actually meant what she said, despite sounding cold as she spoke. This was still someone's home, and the crone didn't mean to be there. She gave a glance at the vines sprawling on the gray stone walls. "Nice place you have here." She said mostly to herself, obviously lying. She found the place to resemble a prison, a place so familiar to her.
She didn't know what little conversation she could make with this strange ghost that the sun was making her see, so she went straight into business. "I seem to be lost. Care to englighten me in as what the heck this place is supposed to be?"
Too dumb and unwary to notice another being close to them, the doe kept looking at the illusion created by her mind, amused to listen to the answer.
The buck took everything in
The buck was amused what would his friend say to this new doe as they stared glaring at each other.He could tell the doe was nervous but she put on a brave act meeting his friend.He had seen others meet his friend and They would either faint or run like a demon was on their tail. He chuckled in his mind at the thought remembering.
The buck's eyes glanced over the doe she was pretty and wondered what his friend thought of her. By the way he looked he was annoyed at this doe for disturbing.But seeing as she was new he knew she did not mean too disturb him at all. He kept watching hoping his friend would not grow angry with this doe.He could tell by her scent she was really frightened.
He stood still. Remaining
His head followed hers and soon he raised his tail to the point where she could see it as well, though her expression appealed him, having his face take on a little more neutral expression. Not that he trusted her, though, really. Seeing her greet him so, he gave her a noticeabler nod, yet he hasn't lowered his head yet. His expression went even closer to neutral one then, yet again by just a little bit.
Polite after all! "Hm." That was all he gave as a reply before her attention seemed to move to the vines on the crumbling walls, a sentence fragment along with a corner of his mouth raising somewhat in his form of a smirk. "A dimension. The endless forest, as they call it. A special one, in it's own ways." His speech was somewhat slow and appeared relaxed, yet intimidating. It was when one of his ears turned away from her in distraction, releasing the fair amount of electric tension that has managed to build up. Was this place getting crowded again?
The doe was highly amused as
She felt slightly ashamed to do what she did. She was usually the one to be on top on various situations, and she knew fairly well how to use her body and mind to manipulate others, so admitting defeat so easily was a new experience for her. It made her annoyed and wary, angry at the illusion looking at her. Hah, maybe it even was her own reflection putting her back into her place. Quickly she turned from angry to amused, and let out a tiny laugh. "I like you, stranger. You're different. " She said with an amused smile. She avoided looking into his eyes again, but stood her ground if it decided to approach or show signs of hostility. Just one more male to put into their right place - at the bottom of her hoof.
As the being spoke to her with a slow tone, the smile died out quickly. What the heck did it mean by "endless"? Everything had an end. Every single thing had to end SOMEWHERE. There had to be an exit. The crone searched the nearby area with her gaze, hoping to find anything behind the trees - the silhouette of a distant mountain or the scent of a salty sea. All she could see was green grass, flowers and tall trees everywhere, their top branches hanging over them like a cage. Just great.
She was getting desperate, not even caring anymore if the strange ghost was real. "It's a forest, right? Forests always have a starting and ending point. They can't go on forever. " Not giving the stranger a chance to answer in between, the crone added with a bored tone: "How is this place different than any other forest out there? All I see are cowards and treehuggers who have lost their mind after staying in here too long. I hardly see anything special. "
She noticed the creature's intense focus be suddenly ruined by something nearby, and the doe moved her gaze along with him, not knowing what to look for.
* Endless Yes very much so
He smirked again seeing the reaction his presents made on the doe as he came forward."Sorry to interupt but her questions made my pelt go the wrong way." He said to the other as stood a bit behind him now.He knew not to push for this other was older wiser than he. He was still learning the ways of the forest himself he was young yet by the forest's standards. He showed respect to the other buck not saying nothing else ready to go on his way if need be.
He gazed at his friend trying to figure out if he was ok with him being there then looked back at the doe ready to listen. He could see her defiance and that was what coused him to come and speak like he did.He would take her off if his friend wanted and he would be glad to help in anyway he could.He hoped the other could see this.
He released the tension which
Her laugh caught his attention, and soon he gave her a smile as if to thank her in his own way. He wasn't shining like a star while doing so, though, not really -- giving these warm smiles wasn't what he was used to.
But somehow it was just a temporary matter, or so it seemed. Although he wasn't showing it, he's grown irritated, but only untill he got to know why it was a temporary matter, that smile of hers, which started it off. "You're right. I don't have a good time believing in anything being endless. As distant as the end may be, it is going to be present. This forest does have an end, too. Except not in a traditional sense of word; as soon as you run off it, it repeats." He knew this probably won't calm the other very much, but he also knew that there were ways out, and he might have been up for sharing in a while. "It also owns what they call the forest magic..," he muttered. He was never fond of the Forest Magic, as it was pure enough for him. The spells burned him and he found their energy sickening.
But oh, what did he heard? His head now faced yet another being, one of his ears keeping the neccessary incomplete track of the female, the another one facing the male, who kind of seemed to appear out of nowhere, like a TV satellite. Appearing and just as out of blue talking to him and the female so, bombarding them with words like a machine-gun. He hadn't remembered seeing let alone hearing anything about the albino before, and he couldn't even bother thinking the mistake was on his end. He gave a trace of a bow in return, a recognizable one, yet he felt like making it being lesser than the other buck's, be it by a tiny bit. Yeah, that one must have been young. Inexperienced. The Entity tried to look fine with it at first, but as soon as the albino rose once again and came fairly close so, he kept track of each move of the other as if he was his prey. "Are you sure that's the best way to step in?," he questioned, speaking with traces of unpleasant ways, expression blank. He might just not have been in the mood for that and he could hardly guess any possible intentions of the other.
"No i know it was not and i
She listened to the being
Before she could open her mouth again to question him further, the stag appeared almost out of nowhere to bombard her with his venomous words. The crone wasn't scared - this one was fairly young, it seemed. Lashing out words like that didn't really arouse her interest in him - nor respect. He seemed to back up the ghost, making the doe raise her lip to growl at them. Were they working together or something to control her? Well, that wasn't happening. "Yes, I am new, but I won't stick around for too long. I didn't come from any "forest", young lad. Hope you're not expecting me to know of an 'endless forest' in the middle of nowhere, where most of the beings have lost their minds jumping on flower fields." She laughed with a cold tone, directing her words to the new deer. Maybe this one could be manipulated, though, and she intended to do so. The ghost, which had now been proven reality by the new stag, seemed to be annoyed as well by the sudden approach. Even better. The doe loved causing some conflict. Still, as he liked the mysterious creature, she hoped that he would be okay.
She saw the stag back up when the semi-transparent creature spoke, and turned up her nose. Was the new stag like everyone else? One who didn't have their own mind but did what others said or wanted? The crone hated anyone that fawned to please others. The stag didn't even defend his cause. She turned back to the being, but kept an eye on the other stag to make a move if needed. "What was that about magic?" She said even a little seductively, as she wanted to hear everything about it. Maybe this ghost being was worth her time.
"We have not lost our minds
Sorry for the double post did
He stared the youngster in
His head turned to the female when she addressed him again, but he kept just as good track of the youngster. The white was odd enough to be trusted in any way now. "Lets the native ones, for the most part, change the looks of their equals," he replied. Just replied to what she wanted to know, acting as if she wasn't using any seductive tone with him at all.
He would be perhaps able refocus on her; that would have happened if he didn't felt a sudden change in the energy field the inexperienced emenated. He saw the other take on a grin before seeing more than perfectly how has some kind of glowing energy poured the other's eyes full. And then the white seemed to pick a high-rank competition? He took the sudden wave of such behaivor as somewhat of a threat, lifting his frontleg and stomping it back in the ground, displaying a trace of antler pointing and raising his head. Gotta be fun if the white asks for being driven off.
The doe felt a huge wave of
"Well, you're not a good example." She said to the white stag,unimpressed by the act he was putting up. First he had been fawning at the other one, now attempting to rule over her? The doe liked dominance, but such sudden change didn't make an impression. The ghost had her full attention now, as she was almost fully under his spell. He had made the crone lower her head in defeat so fast, that she was intrigued to know more of him, more of the secrets he held. Seems like the three of them were at crossroads, though. Nobody backing down enough to listen to one another or give up the position they were in. Perfect. It was impossible to use this situation as advantage, but the crone loved to feed off of the bitterness and unpleasantness the two were emitting.
The way the ghost handled her voice was even more impressive, and the crone found herself attracted to it. As the answer came slowly, the doe began to think at the possibilities. Maybe there was something to this place she needed to research before leaving. Magic, one that could change appearance. Just what she had been looking for. If all would go well, she could transform into young and beautiful again, able to continue to lure more and more males into her, dining on their dearest thoughts and feelings. She lowered her head slightly to show her appreciation, before continuing : "And how does one...come in contact with this magic? Is it powerful? "
As the ghost seemed to show signs of aggression, the crone stepped back, but just two steps. She was too proud to leave her ground completely, but knew she wasn't able to best the ghost. It emitted a curious scent - a curious energy that the doe breathed in like a drug. She was ready to be the submissive one in this as the ghost's presence made her feel so strange, but she wasn't thinking about giving up her own mind, keeping her head steady while backing up. She wondered how this would progress. She found it delicious, but even she couldn't put up with too much pressure at a time. The crone'd watch how the two reacted, for once staying quiet.
He was tense now as he
Her energy field interested
He then saw her back off. Of course, there was no other reason than the youngster. An urge was waking up inside of him, burning it's way out, though the chance he could beat it was still rather high. The urge to just drive the being away.
He faced the younger male and decided to pick at him with some words. "What are your intentions anyway, swirling in that head of yours? What would you be up to? As I'd like to hear," he spoke. With fair seriousness he considered saying 'that little head of yours', but decided to not to push the other around this much. "Pour it out," he continued, building almost a feel of an onomatopoeia, with an almost inviting tone, a good scare tactis of his.
"Like i said before i got
He did not want the other deer seeing he was smarter than they though he was in time they would know but not yet it was too early or so the forest had said to him in dreams.As he waited he pondered what the song meant that he heard as a fawn.He wanted to learn to know to become what the forest wanted him to become. He watched both the buck and the doe as he stood there and would leave if the older buck wanted him to.
The crone watched as the
"Then prove it to me." She challenged the white stag with a low growl. "Prove that you're better than me. Prove that you're smarter than me. Go on, I can stay here the whole day." Even if her tone was uninterested and cold, she wanted to give the white stag a chance. He should be happy, the doe was usually never this generous. But if he ruined that chance, the crone would be done with him. She didn't exactly care if the stranger truly was wise - which she doubted - but she wanted to see how ready he would be to admit his own flaws. She scratched the ground, waiting for the white stag to explain something.
She was happy that the ghost creature was on top of the situation, controlling them both. The doe didn't even mind that factor anymore, she was so deep in his voice. If only she could get the focus back they'd had minutes ago... that moment had been special, even for her. Turning her attention back to the ghost, she finally decided to find out his name. The being looked like he was not comfortable with the magic subject at all, but it didn't matter anyways; the crone had found out all she needed to know about that. As much as she hated sweet fruits, it would be worth it if she could transform into a young maiden again - or at least look like one. "Hm. It sounds as though the basic idea of that magic is to give it to others. How.. "friendly." She said a little disappointed, but gave a faint smile to show the feeling wasn't directed at the ghost. The crone had no reason to doubt the being's words - he seemed smart. Anyone who could make the doe surrender in a matter of seconds earned her full respect. Stepping back into her original position, she decided to change the subject carefully and asked the being : "Are you from this Forest? You're not like the others."
(Song that Cheveyo sings is
He glanced at the doe he hated to show how smart he was but she challaged him. He stood there silent like he had not heard her but then his voice seem to carry on the wind towards her first very soft and low. He gazed up looking at the teees as they swayed.He knew the song all to well and sang it alot of times it ment something the forest wanted to share.What it was he did not know not yet for the forest told him it was not time he was to young
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
'Listen my child', you say to me
'I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call and I'll set you free'
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future
Bring me your peace
Bring me your peace and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice
I am the voice
I am the voice
I am the voice
He stopped then bowing to the older buck knowing he knew the song.For the older buck had been in the forest longer than any one knew. He glanced at the doe and sadily shook his head "If only you knew" He said in a quite voice.He then started to turn away but paused for a sec or so. Now would either of them still claim he was not smart he knew more than they could ever imagine. Not that he knew everything but he was still learning that was for sure.
"I wonder how come that you
When he realized she spoke to him again, his head turned her way. "That's right," he agreed. It pulled his interest how she wasn't fond of the good. That could be worth his interest.
He gazed somewhere off in the distance for a while, raising his head while doing so. "No." A weak reply, but quite an alright-sounding one. No, he wasn't from the Forest, and he could never relate to those born there.
And then he picked up some movenent. Being built to be a predator, he was excellent at that. What was the other doing? He wasn't sure what should he make of the theater the white was putting up at all. The bow at the end interested him more, though.
"What a shame I don't. I have much more important things to know than that," he replied with a malicious grin, even thought it wasn't directed at him this much. The buck also bombarded words at them two and he didn't knew the buck even existed untill that.
"I do not like that i
He tilted his head a bit showing one redish pink eye as he kept going.He would stick around but not so close he had other friends to talk to to meet. He stood on his favorite hill then. It was close to where the older buck and doe were at , that was why he knew they where there when he went over to them at first.He lay down then to rest pondering the song again but listening to the buck and doe as well. He would not interfere no more unless they talked to him again.
"Running away, are we?" She
Turning to whisper so the white stag couldn't hear, she said to the ghost : "You sure know how to turn their minds under your control. I like that." She looked at the being with adoring, yet hungry eyes. She found the aura of dominance so unresistable, but dared not step closer. This being couldn't be seduced like the rest, there was no use trying that. Wondering about his short answer, the crone asked: Hm, I thought so. Why is it that an....entity as wise as yourself has ended up on this place? I find it hardly worth the time for one such as yourself..or me. Is it truly special as the child says?" Being now too hooked on him and his words that she wasn't interested to leave, the doe sat down at a short distance, focusing her ears on the ghost. Feeling her heart beating faster as she yearned for the answers, even if she knew it was dangerous. She'd do anything at this point. This Forest could be her only chance to find the ingredients she needed for her devilish plan.
Raising her head towards the white stag, she shouted her question : "Hey, youngster - what do you exactly find special in this place?" She hated to speak to him, but she was hungry for knowledge, giving him the chance to speak. She didn't use a cold tone this time, as she was still highly curious. The song the white stag new did not interested her personally as it was the stag's burden to bear, but it did show that he knew something she didn't. And she wanted to find out.
He looked up as the doe spoke
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