Herla [Bio] The Red Eyed Queen
May 10, 2011 - 3:05am — Sighthoundlady
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"...thoughts here...."
November 12th, 2015
Yes, I guess I can say I'm gone now. It's been 4 months and I've looked at this site maybe twice. I have absolutely no desire to go into forest anymore. Herla and my other characters are alive and well, though they don't live here anymore. I'm as happy with them now as I've ever been and feel much more satisfied with my creations since removing them from this place. I used to think that would be hard or impossible and if I left, I'd lose them. I laugh now at that, the best way out is through as they say, and then you wonder what all the fuss was about in the first place.
Health challenges continue, and part of that is minimized computer time since it aggravates my conditions to sit and type and look at screens. After a decade dedicated to digital art, I pretty much exclusively do traditional art now. Loving my Copic markers. It has really helped me to find alternative creative outlets like the Ball Jointed Doll Hobby. Starting to sculpt and sew too.
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Very informative update. And
And sorry for stepping on you some minutes ago, I had my settings on "show few players" because the game kept freezing in the last weeks. But I think I fixed it.
The story around Herla and Sianna seems very exciting. It reminds me somehow of a story from Denmark, where two Viking queens hated eachother (husband killed by other one, husband two killed by knight of the other queen = vendetta) and formed armies to fight.
Ah, good to know, brocanna,
And yeah it’s never been good between Herla and Sianna. Bad juju.
I am confusing myself with
LOL LOL LOL THAT UPDATE.
...-sweatdrop-
HAHAHAHA. "Investigated some
"Investigated some rocks," made me die a little.
*Choke*
What? *innocent*
OMGGGG lol mini fawn Herla is
Haha, I love fawn days in the
Tracking. I really admire
Thank you Pinkpaws40! We
I'm glad! And bah, yeah. I
"Her-la." A whisper in the
"Her-la."
A whisper in the rain.
The deer stands off a little ways from the asphalt doe, its eyes trying to look into hers.
Today it appears to be trying to mimic the doe's own appearance, with an equally dark gray color coating its hairs, eyes as red as blood, and some sort of feathers acting as a crown for the head.
These feathers look rather pathetic in the rain, drenched, barbs falling out from the rachis, looking like white leaves with slits in them.
"Her-la," it repeats, monotone, yet somehow also singsong.
Trying to get her attention.
The little black doe drowsed
Ears swiveled and eyes cracked open. Her head quickly shot up however when the blurry outline before her eyes came into focus. Disturbing, like her but not, like a doppelganger in crude mimicry of her outer form but containing none of the soul within. The sight of it disturbed her to her very being. And she knew who it was, it was saying her name.
“What are you doing here?” she asked it, her voice coming out in a strained whisper.
The giant frowned as next to
What the heck was that? The stag frowned, immediatly his head raised and he seemed on alert again. A rather intimidating stare followed. They looked strangely much like Herla, but on the other hand, they looked nothing like her at all. Did Herla seem to know the creature, though? "Who is this?" He whispered to her, his eyes not letting go of the creature.
I should have tracked this
Don't mind me.
The deer shies away when it
The deer shies away when it notices the Irish elk, Gehirn, to be also there.
"Her-la," it repeats, slowly, hardly loud enough to be heard.
The feathers droop from the captured moisture.
"There have been...rumors."
Nekumbra: "So beautiful...so
I wonder what she would even taste like...
Bird, perhaps? Peacock? Hmm...
I am afraid I do not know what that kind of bird even tastes of...
It is such a shame though...that big stag...
The little sweetie is lucky she has him there...
Oh well...maybe one day she will stray away from him for a moment...
I shall savor that day..."
Nek's quite interested in Herla now XD Keep an eye out for her hourglass picto.
You might want to make sure Geh knows the danger too.
010: The Irish stirs next to
The Irish stirs next to her, she hears his deep voice but doesn’t take her eyes off the creature standing before them. “It’s Infinity,” she answers him in a whisper.
As the creature speaks again, she cringes back from it despite herself into Gehirn. Rumors? She is ashen. Doesn’t want to think what it might mean. So she repeats her previous question. “What are you doing here?”
Quadraptor:
Yikes!
Herla saw Nekumbra eyeing her last night. She’s smart enough to recognize the look of a predator at least!
Finally I get to kinda
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Oh good to know Skitties, I
The stag frowns immediatly at
At Herla's question, the stag turns his ears into 0's direction. They'd better answer, he wasn't going to be patient. They disturbed him in his sleep, that was bad enough to begin with. The stag stomped in warning.
0's ears lower as it grits
0's ears lower as it grits its teeth, taking another step back when Gehirn chooses to stand above the miniature doe.
"Have you found an answer to your...'problem'?"
Not answering just yet, seemingly biding its time with the two.
It shakes its head, as if at an irritant.
"I offer no solution--no-no-no," it murmurs, all to itself. "I know not a one...or do I?"
It stands still, pondering its own question.
"Either way," it says, "I felt the need for uncertain congratulations are in order."
Speaking of its point of being here at last.
"You may not accept them. I should not care.
Should not."
It looks at them carefully, cautiously...speculatively.
Their pictos are somewhat
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When Gehirn stands, the doe
Herla eyes, the creature suspiciously and as it answers, the color drains further from her face, and her eyes widen. She blinks. Mortified.
“Wha?” she says appalled. “I don’t think that’s any of your concern. We…” and she glances up at the Irish, “…don’t need your help!.”
An answer to their problem!?
That was likely the only thing he'd want to know. Who started those rumors. But right now, he didn't care. They were unsetteling Herla, and he wanted them out.
I apologize for barging in
It says in her basic information that she's smaller than the average mini, which would be about the size of Gehirn's head, and him being an Irish Elk, I can't seem to wrap my mind around how they're actually going to pull it off ^^; Putting this in a realistic perspective, he might end up squishing her, and no one wants to see a Herla pancake ;;
Again, just curious about how this would work <3
Well Honeyfur in the interest
A complete book report is due in the morning!
Book report, done.
OMG, Kestral I can’t stop
(No subject)
blahblahblahderp-be more realistic with your little feathery purple deer that lives in magic forest with similar talking animals-blahblah-REALISTIC
Alright, I'm sorry I posted.
Thank you for answering my question Sight <3
KestrelBlaire; Herla is
Honeyfur: Don’t worry about it, truly I wasn’t offended. I just had to have fun with it is all. I’ve been laughing for like…3 hours now. It’s all good.
Ok, that's good to hear xD I
Pema: "There was something
I wonder...
My eyes have noted those all around this Forest. Shivering from the rain. Bitter by the cold. Frustrated from the lack of food. Afraid of predators, fearful of death.
What do these eyes see as they look upon you?
I see none of this. I see a glow. An aura, perhaps...
Maybe a better explanation...
Love's light.
I see a warm, loving glow from you, and it seems to make anyone who sees you warm as well.
It...
It has been a very long time since I have felt that kind of warmth myself..."
I had been debating on wether
I apologize for my small comment on Quad's blog. At the moment, it surprised and shocked me, but afterwords I realized I shouldn't have honestly cared so much, plus I should have kept my fingers and trap shut. You two are old enough to know what to do, and I just want to clear the air.
Please, don't let a few people once like me stop you from having Gerla babbies that way.
Having a smaller doe mated to an Irish, I understand that confliction, and I should have known that from the beginning. ♥
I really really love that you
"I do not think to offer my
"I do not think to offer my help--I ha--" it bites off the end of its sentence when the Irish interrupts. The deer's eyes narrow, glaring at the enormous other. It steps back, a threatening rumble rising in its throat. "You do not even know what I speak of. Your problem...s. There is more than one--I see that now."
Then the deer smirks, backing up a few more steps to put just a little more distance between the others and it. "But still, I congratulate you. Do you know why? Do you care to know? Of course not!" it suddenly snaps, flinching at its own anger. Only, then, it continues, voice rising with each word: "Your problems are yours, why do you even bother to try putting others into your business? It leads only to chaos, do you not see? I only came to warn you."
At this last sentence, the deer smiles gruesomely. "The danger is indirect. The danger may be yours, or it may be mine--or it may even have nothing to do with any of us at all. 'Leave'? Are you joking? 'Leave'? You think that will solve all of your problems? 'LEAVE'?" it yells, drops of blood spraying from its mouth and splashing onto the ground, staining the grass red.
The deer's eyes widen; it steps back, mouth open. Almost horrified...almost. It starts coughing, shacking its head, until it spits out another set of blood. Then it snarls, "My fault, your fault, their fault. Who cares? Heaven, purgatory, hell, limbo? What does it matter?" Blood drips from its lips, which appear to have cracks in them.
"Tell me to leave. Go on. Tell me!"
Quadraptor: The small doe,
The small doe, usually black but now resplendent in a white pelt looks on the strange fawn. “Love is a strength. And if it does not prop you up then it is not love,” she replies, gently, then asks a question of her own, her eyes following the strings that seemingly connect to the heavens above.
“How is it to surrender yourself so fully to the will of the heavens? she queries. She contemplates this herself. Making choices is difficult, the seduction of having no say in your actions was understood to her. You may not like all that happens but you can never make the wrong decision either.
Dinamo:
(( I thought it was understood that the artificial insemination story was a joke. Apparently I was wrong. But just to clarify. IT WAS A JOKE! Herla wouldn’t (and couldn’t) push Gehirn into the pit. And she wouldn’t do those…other things to him either. It was very much in reaction all the questions about how they were going to possibly have children together with their huge size difference. So we went tongue in cheek and created a “realistic” scenario. All in good fun. And totally not what happened. So there. Laid to rest. Herla gave up the unicorns.
Point is it’s a magical forest and not everything needs to be explained.
No worries though. I’ve been laughing for days.))
Terabetha:
(( Haha, thanks! Herla is only human. Well she’s a deer. But you know what I mean. She’s not perfect by any means. Perfection is rather dull to play. XD ))
010:
As Gehirn’s ire grows in response to the entity’s words, Herla backs to stand behind him, letting his bulk and his crown of sharp tines stand as a barrier between her and the creature that has grown to unnerve and terrify her with its strange persistence. As it speak further, spluttering blood as it does so and uttering cryptic yet somehow threatening words, Herla flinches away in horror, a drop of blood landing close to her small hoof.
She stares down at it. The one tiny glistening drop. It would be enough…if needed. If Geh’s antlers cannot not deter this creature, if the danger becomes too dire, she would have her recourse. So nicely supplied.
Her ruby eyes narrow and she looks back up at the creature, her voice low and soft, “I don’t want to hear your warnings. Your attempts to…poison what we have. Yes I will tell you to, leave. Leave now. And take your taint with you.”
O_______O WOAH. Well, rofl,
Well, rofl, that's news to me.
Annnnd now I feel like a dunce, hah.
Lol uh, thanks for explaining. ♥
Sorry, again, to have caused the trouble.
Following 010/Herla/Geh
The fur on the back of his
"More than one problem, hm..." He mused, sarcastic as he could be. "Oh, you are right. There is one here in front of me."
He watched them step back. Then listened to the words they spat out. An enormous hoof rose, and stomped down one step in front of himself again. Tines went forward, tips not far away from slicing 0's throat. "I do not put others into my business at all. Looking at it, YOU are putting yourself into OUR business. For that matter, you do not need to warn us, for the only one you are warning for is yourself. So, if you'd simply stay away, you don't even need to warn. Simple as that." Why would they warn if all they then continued to do was threaten?
The Irish didn't seem to give any care to the blood whatsoever. His eyes did not move, his stance did not change. Whatever was wrong with this figure was none of his business, none of his care. It could go bleed to death for whatever he cared. Just not around them. That'd be messy.
"Yes, right now for you to leave would solve our problems. You speak in gibberish, Infinity, and I have no use in listening to it. Turn around, leave, and never return. That is all we ask. Then your problems, as well as ours, are solved. No? Do you really think, for ONE second-" The giant's voice rose again. The contained anger he radiated just before quickly missing it containment. "-We'd EVER forgive you? That you could WALK UP, CONGRATULATE, AND BE FRIENDS!?" If only he'd toss those tines forward now.. But he didn't. "We have nothing left for you. Leave."
It became clear he was going to protect Herla, violently if needed. Gehirn's forgiveness had turned into an unexisting, abstract word. The dangers of this forest turning him cruel, his expression that of one he held in a far, far past.
The one with the intention of killing to protect, when it was needed.
Reading Herla's bio again, it
Hetrin: Ah yes, Sektry is a
Ah yes, Sektry is a BAB, (Big Antlered B^%*) fortunately Herla has gotten to know her enough to overcome to some degree her prejudice.
I'm glad, despite my hardly
I requested this for you for
Aww, thank you Kate, so
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Oh my, I adore her reference