(( My page. *slinks away* ))

Fat lizard...doe-flesh....her nicknames get prettier and prettier, no? xD

[ I call her Illybutt. 8D ]

(Lmaooo doe-flesh... I hope it's okay to react to that? |D)

Vodun's entire body felt heavy and tight. Didn't know what he wanted...? He wanted... anything. Any sign. Anything but to be cut off. He wanted his affection or his anger or anything, and Gustiro had, he thought, shown him that there was nothing left to give. That he'd taken all he could. He'd always hated words... they were confusing and noisy and seldom useful, but now he clung to them.

When he looked the red bull in the eye, maskless, he saw everything he hadn't seen that day. Everything he'd grown so used to seeing. So much, that when it was taken away, he simply couldn't bear to live with himself any longer. He leaned forward, rubbing his neck along Gustiro's, but before he could reassure the stag, there was a splash. Company. He'd completely forgotten about their audience. About the others.

The stag's words were stupid. Cutting. Vodun rose to his feet beside Gustiro, his body, which had been so hollow the past few days, now overwhelmed by the return of feeling. Fury. His fatigued muscles shook with it. His words, however, were soft. Calm.

"What kind of pathetic stag believes that another's business is his own? If you cannot call a doe by her name, you don't deserve to concern yourself with her."

((I need to ask, Verdalas. Did Walter actually attack Gustiro? Because he could have mortally wounded him in his condition. I need to know how badly Gustiro is at this point. >>; ))

(( Oh no no! He was mainly throwing the odd insult and trying to shove him out of the mud actually. I just never wrote that here because I like to leave it to interpretation. :3 ))

(yep.


xD)

(the only reason why jack is just sitting and watching is the me behind .. i don't want accidentially mess up anything planned with him...

and thanks shaku you ninja, because of you i couldn't edit my post. shame on you.)

(Yes, and Neath. lmao XD
And AliceV. Nothing is planned with Gustiro. Just so you know. XP But just be warned that death is a high probability here. If physically attacked anyway.)

(Pfff, seriously. Time is not on your side today, AliceV. XD
Also, still there Verdalas?
I think I shall be lazy and let Gustiro's actions in forest speak for him for now. >> )

(Oh my... As Gustiro slowly loses his bodyguards... >A>)

(( By the way, I sent you an invite on MSN, since I finally kicked myself into getting one and got off Yahoo XD ))

(( If it didn't send, my address is ))

The second day he had returned to this forest, to this stream... to the wasted stag laying now on the sore.

He didn't exactly liked the fact that the red bull had moved. Well... he still looked weak enough for him.

He briefly noticed the dragon there again.... of course... anger let him bare his teeth in a distorted grin... also the carrot boy was there.
But he had no eyes for them. Not today.

He sat down, neatly in the grass, continueing what he had done yesterday. Letting his eyes rest on the red.
Waiting...

... fighting with himself.
Oh how tempting this was... but for now, the few rational thoughts, the joy over the weakened state and look of the red.... where able to hold the blind rage back.

The red bull slept fitfully where he lay. His whole body ached from the activities the day before. His stomach twisted and turned from the new contents placed inside recently. Things that it needed and yet was so deprived of it no longer was use to it. Gustiro would often shift in his sleep, momentarily coming into consciousness to look blindly, unrecognizingly at those surrounding him before falling back into a restless sleep.
The bull did not even feel the sharp stab from Kheiron's hoof but his body noted it even if the nerves did not send it to his exhausted brain. Finally the bull was creeping back to the waking world, triggered by the little extra physical harshness. His mind hazy but beginning to focus. It was at this time he heard partly of Kheiron's little "lullaby".
"... Not so big now.... No one needs you... You only hurt... I hate you...."
The bull's eyes flutter open and takes a moment to focus on the orange stag. A slight, faint huff escaped him as he stared at the boy. Looking away he attempted to roll to his stomach off of his side. A difficult task as it was. He had to rock himself until he could get enough to flip over.
Sitting up right though his head sagged he looked over the gathering. Dinah Moon... She had been there since the night before... Illrose... Jack? The bull blinked at the white stag a moment but soon lost interest. Instead Gustiro dragged himself closer to the stream banks edge and peered down. Still there. Once that was found certain the bull laid his head down again and dozed.

(lol This was originally going to be just a reply to Jack but Kheiron snuck up on me. XD
I wake up finding you all sitting there. XD ::Wonders if I should feel creeped out. Joking.:: )

An ear flicked as Jack spoke. For a moment the bull was unsure if the words were meant for him but finally a glance was rewarded to the white stage. Only his eyes moved, his head never lifted. There was no malice, no true interest as Gustiro looked at Jack. And in a moment the bull looked away again. Quiet. Uncaring.

( Glitching is happening. Gustiro will be back in a second. )

A deep sigh escaped the bull before he begrudgingly pulled his head up from the ground. This time his face turned to the white deer. He sat there staring for a time, eyes misty, tired, uninterested. It seemed the only reason he sat up was because Jack wanted it. There was no desire to do so for himself. Finally the red bull spoke.

"All say no. Hm? Often and many time. Hm? Then told... When say..."

His voice was weak. It cracked and caught in his throat. Even the tone itself, the way it was spoken was feeble. It seemed it was more then just his body that was broken.

The bull continued to stare, droopy eyed and sagging head. He truly had no more to say, had no way of clarifying what he already said. After a few more heartbeats he sank back to the ground, pulling his front legs close to his chest. He leaned against the dragon doe at his side to draw in the comfort and mental support she provided. Chin cupped by the dirt of the bank his eyes dropped back down into the worn river bed where the gray deer, Vodun still lay.

(too lazy to make a post right now regarding Eraline's presence. just assume she is glad to see him awake and moving and will be spending some time there for a while.)

(just to clear up why and what xD)

He sighed again, stood up and stretched out... well let's see who that in the stream was.
He didn't came very far...

Telling him to stay back again, yes.... telling him to go off...?

The white let out a snort again, no need to hold the anger back anymore.... he charged forward... blindly into the group... just wanting to hurt... destroy....

(lmao that was crazy.)

Finally, the noise and movement had subsided. Vodun pulled some fresh, sun-lit grass from the ground nearby. It would rot in his belly while he slept, but there was no fixing that. Too tired to even toss the clumps of muddy grass from his antlers, he buried his mud-covered face into the red bull's pelt. He was tired and torn up and irritated at having been forcefully moved, but he couldn't deny that he was happy to be where he was.

It occurred to him on some level that he'd actually managed to keep a promise. Something important, although he couldn't quite remember what it was. Something about... soon? Ah, yes... A smile touched his lips.

"I made it, hnn..." he chuckled, eyes falling shut.

(Edit: ARGH FORGOT IMPORTANT STUFF. No need to respond, btw >u>)

The mud did not bother the bull. It was the touch, the feel of Vodun's face buried into his fur that brought him a great new relief. He attempted to curl inward, to touch his own face to the gray stag's body but could not manage it. With a heavy sigh he gave in and simply lay sprawled on one side.
A single ear turned to where Illrose sat, where she watched over them. A glance from the corner of his eye to be sure she was there. Satisfied with this knowledge the bull's eyes slid closed and while his mind began to slip away again he focused on Vodun's touch, Illrose's presence. Neither of them could possibly understand what comfort and joy their presence and touches brought to him. What security it brought to his broken understandings.
With the security of knowing not only the two being so close but also of his companions that come and go, that checked up on him, the bull for the first time after a week of torture finally felt at ease. They were here. Vodun, Illrose, Dinah Moon, Eraline, Ryff, Pheonix so many others coming and going. The bull figured he must have did something right. Still, there was new uncertainties embedded in his heart and mind. Things would not be the same.

(Going to the movies so I will be away for a while. Just FYI. )

Oh, which movie are you going to see? :')

Shaku, <3

SnowSauria,
We saw Smerfs because we missed the beginning of Cowboys and Aliens. XP But we saw Cowboys and Aliens the next day. X3

Phaios,
(Aww, I am sorry. : ( <3 )

Ryff,
lol Did you now? XD When I woke up and checked on Gustiro I noticed he was peacocked! When I stood him up to sneeze the stuff off I wondered why the pelt was not showing up to be sneezed off. Only then did I realize he was mini! I laughed so hard. A mini peacocked Gustiro. I wonder who did that? XD