Edit: Alright, free time! Do you want to start?
Oh and Ambrose sounds adorable. :3

-has been distracted like a derp, sorry xD;-
Thank you both a bunch ♥ I don't mind starting~ though I may get a little carried away lol

--------------------
@embyr:
The spring day had been a lazy one indeed. Ambrose lay sprawled on his side in a patch of hyacinths, basking in the sunlight that warmed the flowers' heady perfume. The end of his tail twitched slowly and he sighed, half-closing his eyes and paying no attention to the half-drunk bees that buzzed about. In this languid state hardly anyone should expect the white buck to pay any mind to passers-by; he was heavy in contented daydreams and hardly attentive to the forests' goings-on. Though choosing to be oblivious to the rest of the world perhaps wasn't the best idea.


@Jinxy:
Finally, dusk fell.

A sleek, dark young stag emerged from the trees, his swirled pale gold markings shining softly in the waxing moonlight. He inhaled deeply, savoring the dark chilly scent of evening and feeling at peace with the quiet sounds of night creatures. The silk over the right side of his face fluttered as he walked on silent hooves to the pond’s edge, pausing to survey the banks with silvery-lavender eyes. Seeing no one but catching the faint scent of someone near, he carefully proceeded to the water’s edge. His ears moved about and he remained vigilant while he drank, waiting for the other to present themselves.

Candlewick watched the doe, a task not made any easier given the small amount of light from the moon and from his antlers. The candles' flames flickered and swayed with each movement or breath of breeze, yet were never extinguished. They cast eerie dancing shadows on the surrounding woods which the stag had grown used to long ago. He took in her appearance: plain, nonthreatening. Finally he dipped his head in a polite gesture. "Hello," he replied softly. "Pardon my surprise, but it's not often that I see other deer wandering about so late." The stag tilted his head slightly as if to ask why, but without words to save his breath.

Candlewick barely smiled. "I see." He nodded. "I'm here for the same..." He noticed the doe watching the candles and turned away, hardly noticing the translucent drops of melted beeswax that fell to the ground when he did so. "And what is your name, miss?" He didn't mean to sound blunt....though perhaps he did. He was hardly used to speaking with others; maybe it showed.

(Agggh, so short, I'm sorry ^^')

"You may call me Candlewick," he replied. An ear tipped back slightly as he considered her name. It would be no challenge to remember it. He stood there somewhat awkwardly, unable to think of a suitable means to continue the conversation and so instead concentrated on the water's ripples as they approached and faded before reaching the bank. The light from the candles tipped the tiny waves with dancing gold that glowed on the reeds. He considered simply walking off without a word...but no, that would be rude. "Are you normally out so late?" There, that was something.

(Blarg, sorry for late reply. >_<)

Birds chirped and cicadas whined as warm sunshine poured over the forest like honey. The faint sound of rushing water and the dappled shade under juniper,fir, and birch trees beckoned all who needed a respite from the heat. Sam arched her neck in pleasure as she stepped over leaf and rock. It had been a cold winter, and the new found warmth was like an aphrodisiac to her senses. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she walked, ears swinging, on the look out for danger, but also for a likely flower patch. Sunlight played across her short coat and played on the soft golden markings while dark hooves made a steady rhythm. As her hooves touched grass, the sweet scent of lavender and hyacinth greeted her in a wave. The doe quickened her pace, nearing the glorious patch of warmth-only to have another, half hidden scent reach her nostrils. She paused, feeling her concern rise, and then spotted a pale form among the plants. A deer? What of it wasn't a deer? A huff of breath and a small head shake expelled some of the gnawing anxiety in her belly. After all, this....other... didn't seem that large, and it wasn't moving. Cautiously, Sam inched forward, red-gold ears forward, nostrils quivering.

All motion on her part stopped when it.....he, stirred. She watched as first his neck, then his forelegs were stretched. The doe couldn't help admiring the sun glancing off his pale fur; it was obvious he took pains to keep it clean and healthy. Judging by his sluggish motions, she had interrupted a pleasant daydream, causing a pang of guilt. Sam started nervously as he rolled gracefully upright, tail flagging slightly. As the radiant buck's voice hit her ears, she lowered her head and stepped through the grass hesitantly.
"Good day....I- I do apologize for breaking your sleep. Large ears flatten nervously. Liquid honey brown eyes briefly meet the buck's pink ones. "I do beg your pardon..."
She didn't quite know where to place herself, so Sam paused a few feet before the buck, where he could see her clearly.

(My gosh, she's such a coward. XD)

@embyr

Ambrose tilted his head, puzzled at the doe's formality. "You're so polite..." He admired what he could see of her gold-patterned coat and the coppery sheen it took in the sunlight as she moved toward him. "But I wasn't really asleep, don't worry. And oh silly, that's hardly close at all~!" With a dozy, cheerful grin Ambrose rose gracefully to his hooves and stretched his legs once more. Small leaves and purple flower petals clung to his long fur and tangled in his mane and tail though he gave little indication of caring. Without any regard toward the doe's hesitation he stepped forward and began to take in her scent. She smelled...singed? "Will you tell me your name?" he asked once he drew closer with the intention of gently nuzzling her forehead.

(Awww XD And Ambrose is so clingy...)

----------------
@Jinxy: (It's fine XD So is this one; Candlewick doesn't talk much... .__.')

Candlewick paused to think. "Myszka, hm....? I believe my brother might be friendly with a Myszka. Agrona, though, is unfamiliar to me." He eyed Sodesi curiously. What was that look for? "Do you regret telling me this?" he asked, though he couldn't blame her. There are those here who may take advantage of such ready information. Though Candlewick was not one of them.

Sam's neck twisted to the side in embarrassment as the buck complemented her. That, and his curious gaze compelled her to remain at a slight distance, half-hoping that his interest would wane so that she could slink away and hide. "Sir, you are too kind. A-" She stuttered to a halt as the buck rose and stretched his supple limbs, pale hair swaying and catching golden rays. A flash of purple and he was close, head casting about her. One ear twitched as she restrained herself from backing away. It was her fault for being nervous, she repeated silently. He meant no harm, he was just being friendly. "Mmm" Attempting to disregard her nagging fear, she extended her neck and cast for his scent. Was that it, at the edge of her senses? Most of what her nose took in was the heady scent of flowers. "I am called Sam" She replied with a faint smile, inclining her head. "I AM sorry."

(I think he's rather sweet. ^_^)

Deciding to take ques from his body language, she stood still as he seemed to get a feeling for her, then glowed slightly with pleasure as he nuzzled her. It had been so long....so long since she had accepted the affections of another. Her eyes tilted in a smile. "It is a hard habit to break....Ambrose." She bobbed her head slightly. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The doe watched in some amusement and apprehension as he copied her stance. She couldn't help flinching slightly as he nudged her unexpectedly.
"It is...another habit of mine. But I dislike to intrude upon others." Her liquid eyes then tracked his movements as he turned and floated gracefully amidst the flowers, settling there comfortably. A moments hesitation, and then she followed, weaving between some rather tall clumps of lavender to settle on the soft grass beside Ambrose. While the close proximity to a male scared her, she reveled in the feeling of being neat such a restful and pleasant creature on a beautiful day.

@Embyr:

"Oh, habits....it doesn't matter." Ambrose smiled and gave a small hum of pleasure, half-curling himself around the smaller doe. His mane, which had been growing noticeably longer within the past few months, floated a bit in the breeze. The white buck gently shook the hair out of his face and stuck his nose into the wind. Ambrose closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, losing himself in the flowers' aroma.
"Mmmm, doesn't it smell divine..." he murmured. He stretched his neck forward to nip a few buds from their stems and chewed. He savored fragrant taste and vaguely wondered what sort of dye could be made from the flowers. It could be worth a try one day to experiment...Ambrose then remembered the company he was in and turned his head to face Sam.
"Have you ever dyed your fur before?" he asked without leaving his previous train of thought. He was genuinely curious about the subject matter, after all. After that incident with the blueberries....

----------------------
@Jinxy:

Candlewick had settled a short distance away and watched as she made herself comfortable. His eyes seemed to shine eerily from under his forelock in the candles' light, and he blinked very little; a fact now made apparent by their proximity. His ears flicked back slightly as the sound of leaves churned the night air, but he remained quiet.
"Tell me, Sodesi," he said after some time. "How long have you been in this forest?" He waited patiently for an answer. He had been in the forest for a few months now, having come here after becoming aware of this place's deities during one of his meditations. His superstitions had made him reluctant at first to leave behind his previous home and his body, but the wealth of magic the forest held and his own hunger for knowledge had compelled him to forget his fears.

The midnight stag watched her as she thought. He nodded at Sodesi's reply; she was one of the deer here, then, who only knew this place. He'd heard of those who possessed memories of a previous 'life', you could say, as he himself was one of them--and some who could even recall their own deaths. Candlewick shook his head lightly and cast his gaze around the flickering grove; this forest really was a peculiar place.
"What of the gods here?" he inquired, "What do you know of them?" The deities had so far proven to be as strange as their woodland and though they seemed reclusive, the forest was continuously saturated with their presence. Candlewick was determined to know more of their ways and capabilities.

Hehehe, alrighty~ XD Just let me know when!
and no more soul-stealing, pffft

Aw, don't worry about it c: I'm in no hurry. Take all the time you need ♥

Ambrose: Riiiight, that's what they all say xP
AAAHHHH what did you do XDDD

Edit: nvm fiiixed it C:

Candlewick nodded slowly as he listened, staring at nothing in particular. It would certainly make sense that they would have reign over such things, as most deities often do. "And you say they're twins?" he inquired. "I wonder if their abilities are different of if they're one and the same...."
He thought on this for a few moments before glancing back up at the doe. "I'm sorry if this is a tired subject. Change it if you want. They just...I feel like I've been caught up in some spell. I want to know more. About the gods, about this place!" His expression and his voice held some sort of fervent rush, as if his quiet demeanor that hid a strange hysteria or elation had slipped away for a moment. He immediately withdrew and looked away, flustered by his own outburst, and fell silent once again.

"I don't see why they couldn't be made into dye; their pigment should be enough..." Ambrose examined some of the flowers more closely as if trying to decide whether or not to find out. He smiled when nudged and returned the gesture happily without hesitation, his long tail curling slightly. "I have! I met a stag once who helped with teaching me how to, and how to guide the dye with magic to make shapes and patterns." He nodded, recalling how the stag had found the plants and flowers by candlelight and crushed them into watery, colorful mixes. "It's a fun thing to experiment with, especially to find which plants can produce which colors. Some of them can be kind of surprising." With a small laugh he started to gather some of the stalks of lavender to make a neat pile in front of where he sat.

(It's alright ^^'
And eek, sorry for not getting to you sooner, but I'm still in the process of moving and really stressed and generally blaaah, and I have absolutely no muse lately, I'm really sorry .__.' I'll get back to this later in the weekend though, I promise~)

(Fffuuu. Really really late reply xc But the past few weeks have been hectic with moving and work and getting sick and blaaaah. But hopefully this blogthing will live :'D)

Ambrose paused to think....how had the dye been collected? Goodness knows he had been chattering too much to really listen to the stag's explanation, much to the latter's distaste. "Ah....I'm not too sure....really. Something about crushing them, mixing them with water or something, and then using magic....?" If only he could find the stag again to ask him; he always seemed like such a reclusive fellow who wouldn't be seen unless he chose to be. "I-I mean, I would teach you if I could remember." He let out a small nervous laugh. This was quickly turning embarrassing. "But we could always experiment? It could be an adventure~! Or something." Ambrose laughed again and finished gathering the stems of flowers into the pile. He tilted his head and looked at them, wondering just what it was they had to do next.

(Fffuu, and I'm doing such a brilliant job of NOT forgetting about this, aren't I .___.'
And my muse is, like, gone |D;; so this post might be kind of short and uninteresting, my apologies ;n; )

"Eat them?" Ambrose smiled and his tail swayed, eyes shining with amusement. Well yes, that seemed like a good idea. "If only we had some honey, then they would be even better! Even so, I like the way you think~" He chuckled softly and divided the pile of lavender between the two of them. Curiously eyeing the fussy bird out of the corner of his eye he shifted his weight slightly to lean against Sam, turning his attention once again to the task at hand. But at this close range he noticed the scars on her neck. He nudged one softly from his own curiosity, but refrained himself from asking anything. He didn't want to be too intrusive.

Ambrose giggled softly as his friend nestled into his fur. "Why thank you~" he replied, amused, and curled around her. He lightly rested his chin on her head. "You're plenty soft yourself, you know." His tail twitched subtly and he sighed. He was extremely grateful for her company as his day had been, well...strange, to say the least. Ambrose shifted his hazy gaze around the Birch trees and blew a lock of his mane out of his face.
"I'm glad you're here, Pretty." With a small smile he allowed himself to relax, as it was only did then he realize how tense he still was from his earlier confusion.

[[ SUP WHERE'S THE PARTY AT WHAT'RE WE DoING ]]

[[ a NEW oNE would be best I think |: HRNNNG I also demand human since you NEVER Do THAT ]]

[[ UUUUUUUH BALLS UH
YoU CoULD PRoBABLY THRoW HER AT KEITH he's used to inhuman shit believe me |8 ]]

[[ YES you do it because it's 3:42am here and if I leave it off 'til tomorrow I'LL NEVER REMEMBER ]]