Nevermind I claim it as my own

Hihi, this is in regards to the comment you posted on Tandem's bio about the stuff yesterday. xD

Thanks for posting that and clearing it up, I admit I was confused too, it seemed odd. I'm actually going to bump Gustiro back up in Teng's relations (probably to unsure/curiousity now, just because he did attack a friend but he is still not an enemy) so he may act a bit hesitant and confused around Gusty but not too fearful. <3

I wasn't too sure that Dinah Moon was attacking them either until she veered away from Umay and Gustiro completely (this was when they were by Umay's tree and she and Gust were fighting one on one). She went straight for solely Tandem and Tengfei, who were a ways off. That's what confirmed it for us I believe.

So, Dinah's sure to stay an enemy but Gusty will be bumped back up a bit. <3 Thank you for clarifying it again.

Tengfei,
No problem. I just wanted to be clear Gustiro did not attack them. XD

Kaoori,
It is ok. I figured you were busy so I kind of just stood back and watched. Though Gustiro tried to make sure there was no threat. It was hard to tell. XP

Gustiro seems distraught today. Ryff and I were both confused a bit, heh.

What's up?

Was just about to edit my comment to tell you that I saw the update, haha. Poor thing. -pets-

Also, I'd like to add you on MSN, if I may. :>

Added.

My Yahoo is finicky so it may not cooperate. If you didn't get a request, you can add me.

Ah! Hello! I still need to track yours too. X3

The red bull sat very still, his body loose, accepting and yet he did not seem comfortable. His ears were stiff atop his head, one pointed straight ahead and the other slightly angled in the direction of a small group of deer in the distance. The same direction Phion happened to sit. Dark eyes were visible behind the hollow eyes of the skull the bull wore, half closed and slightly glazed. He noticed the doe that came and sat beside him but he hardly acknowledged her presence. There was a stretch of silence after the doe spoke.
While he seemed completely unresponsive to her, perhaps appearing to be completely ignoring her, the fact was there was a raging storm of thoughts in the red bull's head. calculating, searching, hesitation but insistent on a response and soon. Finally he spoke, yet it seemed a bit too cautious.
"Is."

(Of course it is ok. : ) Gustiro wont be doing much else then sit the rest of the day I am afraid but you are welcome to sit with him. )

She plays with the fawn that has approached for a bit, though another sleepless night has left Era feeling as if the world is closing in on her. Her movements are half hearted at most, and once or twice she has to lie down to allow the aching in her head to pass. The fawn is sweet and on any other day, Era would have been overjoyed to have had someone to play while the adults are sleeping, but today the other fawn's energy proves too much for her. When the playful stranger finally leaves, Era, though not without a bit of guilt, sighs with relief and turns to face the Stag Gustiro, whom she had met the day before.

He hadn't seemed to mind when she'd approached again and so, feeling bold, but mostly welcome, she quietly makes a space for herself against his worn and resting body. She is careful not to be too sudden, for despite her exhaustion she remembers the display of bravado she'd witnessed while at Dinah's side. Finally, when she is pressed and curled into his side, she nuzzles her head ever so slightly beneath his muzzle and exhales into the blades of grass tickling her cheek.

"If you don't mind, Stag Gustiro..." the fawn whispers, knowing that he will hear it, but hoping it will grant her enough permission to stay so close.

(I hope you don't mind ^^)

The small doe, Nanetta, watched Gustrio from a bit away. She sensed something wasn't right with the stag and upon further studying she noticed how the ground around him had been nearly stripped of vegetation, and yet she could still see signs of hunger in him. By the way the ground was worn around him, she guessed he had been there for a while...
She hesitated before going up to him, she knew he hated some of her closest friends. The gazelle also knew he probably didn't like her much either, but still, for an odd reason she worried for him.. If something was really wrong she didn't want him to die there, even if she didn't know him that well.

She decided to go fetch something for him, as a sort of peace offering and also something that might help him.. She trotted to the egde of the creek and picked some of the water-soaked grass, as much as she could fit in her mouth, and trotted back to the stag. Nanetta laid the damp grass down infront of him, casting a careful glance at the other deer beside of him, perhaps that one would help him aswell.
"You don't seem well, Stag." she said, her voice almost timid sounding, "Perhaps you should eat something..."
She nudged the grass closer.

Bad. She makes a note of it.
The doe's ears flick forward in alarm as Gustiro's head weighs heavily upon her. So weak... "Gustiro, you're ill..." Her attention shifts towards the tiny newcomer and the small offering she's made. With a little nod of approval towards the stranger, she peers back towards the drooping bull; dismay fills her eyes as he refuses the grass. Didn't these deer need to eat? "At least get a drink from the stream, Gustiro," she croons softly as she brushes her snout along one of his ears as a mother might soothe a feverish child, "and tell me what's wrong?"

[It does : / ]

Gustiro is not alone when she finds him, and while this isn't all that unusual, it's the way in which his company has surrounded him that makes her cautious. She remembers the last time she'd seen the red stag; he'd been low on himself then, hardly present, but at least then he had greeted her almost immediately upon her arrival. This is different. There is something distinctly painful in the way he seems to be clinging to his companions, the lack of focus in his gaze. It is a while before she gathers the courage to really approach. After quickly greeting the the deer surrounding him, she boldly goes in for a nuzzle, her small face, for just a moment, pressed firmly into the side of his face.

"Have strength." She says after a long moment before stepping back, away from the circle.

She is hovering in the distance, still watching, when Dmitri approaches. It is only then she realizes that there is little she can do to help the stag, when so many are already trying. She is, after all, only a fawn; still an acquaintance at most. Admitting to her own limits leaves a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, a kind of defeat. This red stag whom she respects so much is despairing, and she, for her part, can do nothing but watch and perhaps, on a smaller, quieter level, she is a bit disappointed in herself.

In him.

But these thoughts are dangerous and ignorant, for really, she knows nothing of what has driven him to this state. Guiltily she stands, thinks, once more Have strength, as if perhaps these thoughts, if thought hard enough, might actually reach him. For now, she will focus on Dmitri, though her mind and worry will remain with the Stag Gustiro.



(<3 ;-; Gus

I'll note that Eraline's thoughts/feelings/attitude in this post are influenced by a slight growth in personality based on those of some of the does she's become particularly fond of. She still respects Gustiro very much.)



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While her friend moves, Phaios takes the opportunity to adjust herself as well; she'd taken note of a familiar scent attached to an unfamiliar appearance. Was that really Illrose watching in the distance? Wary, she moved enough to keep an eye on the deer both near and far. Hadn't they been at odds the last time she'd seen them?
A rough jostle from the bull's antlers pulls her back to the topic at hand. "Why can't you drink?" That unnerved her more than anything else had thus far. Water was life itself, and watching this stag sinking further into the ground ruffled at something unpleasant in the back of her mind. Why was it so familiar?

"Told... No... Gust' No..." His words were mumbled, already muffled by Phaios' fur as he answered the two does.

( *Can't think of anything else to write.* >>; )

( OMG Nanetta, you just cracked me up with that comment. XD I don't know why that made me laugh so hard. <3 ))

Phaios scowls, but it seems there are other matters to attend to before she can pry further. The little one might ask while she's occupied running off the mischevious brown stag, anyhow. A grateful glance is directed at the other doe who helps with the task. She'd been on good terms with the fellow before, but he'd just earned himself some serious bad marks.

"Who told?" she pants lightly as she lays down beside Gustiro again, her flank hot from running. The thought of someone instructing Gustiro to torture himself to death was bad enough, but with the addition of Mattie's antics her upper lip curled with disgust and anger.

[Pfft, I never know how to properly mix in forest-based interruptions with ongoing text-based roleplay. xD itried. And I, too, was amused by Nan's comment]

The brown doe nudges Gustiro gently, wondering at his lack of response. Perhaps it was best he rested, then... But she couldn't stop her stomach from knotting with worry as she wondered how long the deer of the Forest could go without food or drink.
Dropping her head lightly upon his back, she settles in for what is promising to be a sleepless night.
I thought I'd finished stirring up memories, she muses to herself in silence. Apparently not. She could feel something brewing. The Forest seemed to be good at doing that.

[Psh, you did fine. Sleep tight!]

She made a brief visit. He was already asleep, and the deer around him were unfamiliar. She nodded greetings to them all, a solemn smile on her rounded face.

"Gustiro, please come to your senses..." she said softly, bowing her head to whisper into his ear. "You need water, Gustiro...you're going to kill yourself if you don't.."

She sighed, backed away from his ear. She didn't want that thought in her head, in his head either.

"I love you like a brother, Gustiro. Please don't be so foolish...when you wake, please get some water, move around, something..." She dipped her head.

"Please."

With that, she nodded to the others and walked away.

"Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance, Phai." she said with a courteous nod towards the doe.
"I'm Nanetta, but most call me Nane."

Double post

Ryff,
Awww, Ryff. That was sweet.:3 <3

PandaXiongMao/Phion, <3

DinahMoon,
The bull shifted slightly, moving closer to the doe beside him. The sense of touch his greatest comfort in times like these. He heard her words, his foggy mind grasped the threats. Yet her current healthy state, or at least what was of it, did not quite concern Gustiro. Not yet. Perhaps, in time, the threats would be more realized as the lovely doe's health declined. For now the red bull felt only the pain that still grasped his chest, his emotional mind and wrecked his physical body.

(Nnnn, Dinah. ;.; <3 )

Nanetta picked some blueberries for the stag this time, hoping he would eat those.. She trotted back to him and set them down before the sleeping stag, and then turned to leave. The doe now had other deer to watch over, but she would be back to see if the stag was fairing any better.

Leviathann kept a silent vigil on the stag until morning broke, and when it did, the doe moved closer, ears pinned back
against her skull. She lowered herself into a sitting position beside Gustiro, and leaned down. "Now you listen to me,
you stupid, stubborn beast, and you listen good." She hissed, voice dripping with malice. "You have deer that need
you, that care for you. Now, I don't know what has happened to break your spirit like this, but so help me God, I
will drown you in the crying idol if you don't start drinking and eating properly. If you want to die, die. Don't put
yourself and your friends through this... absolutely childish game." Her voice softened at that point, as did her eyes,
although it would probably go unnoticed by the sleeping stag. "Gustiro, you're an idiot. A big, fat, idiotic idiot." Her
voice hardened again, and the pregnant doe stomped one hoof on the ground, then slowly began to drag her leg
towards the stream. "Do you see this line, Gustiro? For each hour that passes, I will make it longer, deeper.
If you will not go to get a drink, I will bring the water to you. I will continue to cause water to flow over here
unless you either drink, or move. And I will keep it up. I will bring you water and food each day. And for each
day that passes without you drinking, I will get more forceful until I'm injecting water directly into your blood."
Leviathann bared her fangs at this, as if to get her point across. "Come now, Gustiro. Stand up or I'll start digging."


[ rofl, you don't need to respond to this, just kind of explaining Lev's in-game actions. c:
and she won't do anything to him directly without your permission. ^^ <3 ]

Shaku, :3 <3
I think it is hitting him harder this time because this is not the first incident. Not the first time something has happened in this way.
And he will probably not die before you get back. I might not be online much the next few days because I have a medical procedure Thursday. So he might weaken less or 'freeze' until I can actually be online again.
I know humans can not live without water more then a few days. But I am not sure about a moose. I tried looking it up but I could not find anything on it. I figure a TEF deer may be able to live longer since they are not 'normal' deer. So I am just weakening him by points.

Nuevapaz,
Only a few know that. XP Or at least part of the reason. :3 It will probably be more clear in the near future.

uwharrie,
The red bull's nose twitched as the scent of the blueberries were picked up. Eyes opened dry and sunken. He did not seem to hesitate this time as he propped his front half up with a single leg though still slumped and leaned in to lip up the fruit. He hardly chewed before swallowing as difficult and dry as it was to do so. He did little else afterwards merely sinking back to the ground and closed his eyes.

Selruil, Wetterhound, uwharrie, Schutzgeist,
Gustiro's mind was foggy, his thoughts waving in and out of a confused state, the results of the dehydration. Despite this he heard Leviathann, knew she was there. Her presence unnerved him, not to mention Jade's and Alain's. And her interference? She'd have been a fool to think the red bull would have done the same for her. If anything he would have helped end her life. But he did not move to chase her off as he normally would. However at the end of her little speech his eyes did peel open and a low rumble escaped his throat in annoyance. His voice was harsh and dry as if his vocals were made of sandpaper.
"No...game," his breath deep and quick. Another sign of the dehydration. He had no plans of dying. Death was something to be met on one's feet, in battle or perhaps sudden by a surprise assault. He was not one to believe in suicide though he had witnessed his share of it. No, this was not done in attempts to kill himself.

None of them could understand what he was doing, what he believed he would accomplish by suffering as he did. They may have thought it was to get attention, perhaps to punish those who hurt him, perhaps to even bring back those he lost. However Gustiro was not a manipulative creature no matter what anyone believed. What he was doing these few days they were completely straight forward. There was no twists or turns. And as far as he was concerned completely logical.
There was however something to what Leviathann said that stirred Gustiro's heart, reinforced by the arrival and words from Emdeaur not to mention Dinah's and Ryff's earlier talk to him. He had no intentions of hurting the deer he believed he was meant to protect and love. Their pain in watching him suffer had not gone unnoticed. Even Dinah Moon seemed to have gone on a hunger strike in protest to Gustiro's behavior. If nothing else the pleas of his deer filled the already suffering bull with painful guilt and growing doubt in himself. Though what he does was not manipulative, was not meant to harm, despite the fact it was done in what he believed was what another wanted, the truth was he did it for completely selfish reasons. He did it for a want. And despite desiring the right to want he felt the scolding of his teachings reach his mind and heart. His life was not his own, it had not been since the day he agreed to be who and what he was. His jealousy, his ultimate desires broke him from the life he promised to lead from time to time. Whether this was a new life or not. But he had always returned to what he thought was right, returned to what he should do.
Too much had he to think on. Too much had Leviathann's and Emdeaur's words stirred up. His eyes closed again, his mind feverishly working over what was right and what he wanted. So confusing... At least some comfort was drawn from Dinah Moon's sleeping form beside him and Emdeaur's presence near.