Uruushou: No problem! He certainly has a pretty set! Herla has been a lot more cautious approaching strange stags…she’s had some unfriendly encounters.

"Hello, little miss. I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name," the black-and-purple stag said apologetically, lowering his head sheepishly, still looking at the little doe all the while. Lifting his antler-laden head again, Reject tapped the ground gently with one large, purple hoof. "Would you care to sit, little miss?"


((Sorry it's so short, I couldn't think of anything better right now.))

(Ohh, I see... Saosin seems to have a bad reputation with many deer; he tends to lash out unexpectedly. I am sorry that that happened to Herla...The poor thing. She certainly needs to be careful. =/)

[[ Sorry for Nightmare acting (And looking) A bit strange tonight, he's rather dealing with some internal problems with his mind and is quite a bit unstable. XD so he's a bit out of it and rather... oh I don't know how to describe it lol.

He's normally less serious and more relaxed but for the next few days (Until he recovers mentally) he'll be a bit... not himself XD

Ahhh was that why I saw her nearby Saosin when I had Nightmare come over? I knew I saw her close by the area. XD Nightmare and Saosin are close friends (I think) so he wouldn't have known what to do if he was around for that lol XD ]]

Herla scurried to hide at the approach of the white doe with the giant antlers. She was just starting to feel comfortable approaching Nightmare. He had seemed different and she had been cautious. She had been badly scared when the large red stag had struck out at her a day ago, and she was now mistrustful. A few large antlered does had also attacked her when she had come close.

When the white doe spoke to her, she kept her distance, choosing to watch the interaction a little first. Her only defense was running away on her quick hooves, being small in size and having no antlers of her own.

((Alright, bedtime for me. My brain is mush! ))

(( I came back to my screen just in time to see Gehirn take his usual place standing over Herla, and Alain appeared to scurry off in a hurry, taking his other doe with him. Gehirn the bad ass. Gehirn is Herla’s ideal stag for THAT! LOL! ))

Despite herself, Herla was very pleased when Gehirn came to stand over her and Alain had run off. She had nothing against the grey stag, he had been good company, but Gehirn. Well, Gehirn was something all together more. And it made her feel wanted and feminine that he had acted to take possession of her from the other stag. She gave him one her more seductive looks, scarlet eyes peering at him through her feathers. Her heart beat hard in her chest at the sight of him. She had told herself she would control her feelings better next time she met him, told herself she should be angry with him. But she could not. She nuzzled him and carefully examined his wounds. When he voiced his concern over her she melted into him a little more, grateful to have his strong form over her. “It can be a perilous forest for a small, unattached doe.” she said wearily. Herla was more frightened then usual due to a series of unfriendly attacks that had occurred. She huddled under the black stag, trembling a little at the memories.

(Demanding rude fellow he can be, rofl ;_;'..)

Only when the forest seemed to have calmed down, and the deer playing around them had left, did the stag settle himself next to the small doe. He let out a big huff, looking around at any leftover deer that hadn't noticed his deadly gaze yet. Finally the stag shook his head, turning it to look at his companion. His gaze softened a little as he noticed those scarlett eyes stare at him, and a grin was born on his face. Atleast he had been honest, what she'd do with the information further on was up to her. Gehirn himself knew his relationships with others were rather open, Trees had accepted him as the stag he was.
"Is that so? Hm." He lowered his head to take a closer look at the doe. "Seems like it. Did someone hurt you?" His sentence seemed to end with a slight growl. He wouldn't just let that go by.

"Ah. I see. Can't really trust all of the stags that always hide their face, hm? They must have a good reason to hide it." He seemed a little angry, a lower tone to his voice. "I am very sorry that happend to you, dear. Even more sorry I wasn't there to help you." He decided to gently groom the wounds she bore. Perhaps it would atleast lift some of the aching, though he had no healing ability whatsoever. "Feel better soon, alright? Not every stag here is like him, luckily. But not even I have an easy time trusting them." He admitted. The ways of this forest were odd to him, how such different species interacted. By now, he did not know whom was foe and whom was friend, and how to recognise them. Instead, he kept at bay and barely trusted anyone. Though he was glad to be in the little doe's company, where she had been a bit of a jealousy game of his when they met first, it seemed she had triggered his protective side.
Though he was aware, most of the deer he cared for in this way seemed to leave him.

"They have no right, to scare a kind doe like yourself. As if you would mean harm to them." He shook his head in dissapointment. "No, this forest is not getting any better, I am afraid. It gets tougher and tougher to find those few gems that are worth fighting for. It seems stags need to prove themselves being a man by attacking those that could never be a threat to them." He explained, a dissapointed undertone in his voice. There had been an awfull lot of unneccesary violence. These deer, in his opinion, did not know how to spread their energy. Did not know what was important. "Hm. Well, I guess being more carefull could do no harm. Though it is a shame you need to be at all. Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't harm you." Well, atleast he could say that for the times he was around.

(Quite the same here! No superpowers, I find it a bit silly myself. But I guess to each their own. I like my characters simple, they can develop by whom they meet and how they turn out solving problems. And not so much uhm.. Having magical ability's to help em out instead..)

PS, excuse my awfull spelling once in a while! Uhm, atleast I wouldn't be suprised if I screw up once in a while XD)

(Yesyes! Faults are often a lot more fun to play out too.. Sometimes my deer can really suprise me, hehe. It's kinda fun when they take on a life of their own.
My english stays pretty dandy unless I'm also communicating somewhere else in my own language. Then it all starts mixing up..)

"My wounds?" He seemed suprised at the mentioning. "Oh. Those. Barely noticeable, but thank you for your worry. You know, it's more often the words that cause the harm. Bruises and cuts, I care less about.." Gehirn smiled slightly, a little worried perhaps. "No, these wounds are quite fine. They're healing. They don't hurt me anymore. Don't worry." Even with his big and threatening posture, Gehirn didn't seem to fight overly much at all. If he could evade it, he sure would. The stag rather intimidated the opposite side as to fight them. But even then, his temper would easily get the best of him.
It worried him though that Herla seemed to have so much trouble. She wasn't the only one, that he was aware of. Perhaps this forest was more hostile as he had realized.
"Hm... Please be safe, alright? I bet there are other stags out there too that would protect you if needed." He turned his eyes slightly to eye the gray stag not far away. "I doubt I can be around all the time, hm?"

“Yes,” Herla nodded in agreement, “The worst hurts don’t always show on the outside. I am glad your wounds are better…but what other hurts are not showing?” she asked, looking up at the large black stag, his large antlers spreading above them. She found she wanted to comfort those ills too. At his suggestion that she find protection wherever she could find it, she nodded. “I’ll be careful. I promise.” she said and glanced at the gray stag that had returned to the area once again. She hoped for Gehirn but she was not foolish, she would not refuse another stag’s protection, if he wasn’t around.

((Gosh, thanks so much Apeldille! I have fun playing my characters, I'm glad they can be entertaining to others too! I think your stag kept Herla company last night? ))

(( Ah, and here is Ephiré now! ))

Herla could see a tension develop in Gehirn when he spoke of the hidden pains, it seemed he did not want to talk of it and she was fine with that. She did not like to talk about her fears either. She was very happy when Ephire and Virgil joined them. She could see the tension leave Gehirn as well and they frolicked for a short while like fawns. She giggled like a girlish doe at their foolish antics. All beautiful, strong stags they were and she felt safe and carefree in their company.

When a large skull faced deer approached though she quickly ran to hide behind Gehrin.

((It was fun!

Everyone is afraid it seems, of Gehirn in drag! LOL!

Good night Misako!))

When Gehirn had to leave, Herla was very sad. She still had the lovely stags, Virgil and Ephire with her though and their presence comforted her.

Then the white skull faced stag approached them. Her fear spiked unnaturally. It was no deer. It was something horrible. Virgil too, she could tell was especially agitated. The thing walked slowly towards them. Virgil charged it, rearing and lowering his antlers. But it kept coming. They fled from it but it followed. Finally they thought they had lost it and laid for a rest by the drinkplatts. Then it approached again. Herla shot up, but Virgil was asleep. She called to him to wake up, she reared and shook him, trying to get him to awaken. The thing was coming closer. Herla could feel cold dread seizing her heart. She charged at it herself, trying to distract it from the sleeping Virgil. But as she neared it, the coldness in her chest made her stumble. It felt as if it was somehow draining her. Virgil finally awoke and together they raced off. She collapsed against a fallen tree, her limbs strangely heavy, they could not support her. Virgil stood over her as the thing came over the hill and slowly walked towards them again. Her fear ramping up again at the sight of it, and her energy pouring out of her so she could not stand.

Virgil told her to hide her fear and started to…dance? He urged her up, encouraging her to do the same. She struggled to comply. But she felt so weak. She managed to get to her feet, dancing weakly along with Virgil. And amazingly enough, the horrible white stag left. Just walked away. After he was gone, Herla stumbled back down to the ground, panting. Her terror was still there but muted. Now she just felt extremely weak.

Herla was getting weaker. “My sweet Liam, it’s okay,” she whispered, her voice soft and hard to hear. “I’m just tired. I just need to sleep.” But she felt very cold. She snuggled into Liam’s warm chest. “I just need to rest.” the creature had fed heavily from her fear. It had left her drained and weak.

((Liam is such a sweet heart!))

Herla was greatly comforted by Liam’s presence and reassuring voice. “Thank you Liam, for letting me rest on your neck,” she mumbled into his golden fur. “Stay away from him if you see him…the white stag with the eye in his forehead. He is not a deer. He’ll eat your soul.” she warned her friend. She couldn’t bear to see her friend hurt either. “Don’t be brave. It won’t matter.” Herla forgot what else she was going to say, she was too tired. “I’ll be fine after some sleep.”

((Thanks! I adore the voice actress that played Snow White. So classic and beautiful. ))

((And lol, Liam, don't be going and throwing your purse at Saosin, it probably won't go well! Haha! ))

The sound of two stags fighting startled Herla awake. She tried to bolt to her feet but stumbled back down to her knees. She cringed behind Liam. “What…what’s happening? she asked dazed and disorientated.

((The picture of Liam swinging a brick laden purse sends me into fits of laughter!))

It was two stags she knew… Lothair was a stag who had watched over and protected her on several occasions. And the other one, she did not know his name but she’d met the day before. He’d been kind and friendly. It upset her to see the two fighting now. She tried to call out, but her weak voice could not be heard. “Liam, make them stop!.” she was afraid one of them would fall off the bridge.

((Aw, Liam is all protector deer, so sweet! ;__; ))

Herla laid back down in exhaustion. The stags continued to fight. She just hoped neither one of them got hurt. She was tired of stags she cared about being injured.

(Lol yep, he's in super-protective mode right now! He feels bad about acting like this, but he doesn't want to risk anything in case if the stag does decide to attack Herla. =/)

Liam watched the fight from afar like a hawk, and he sighed in relief when Lothair came trotting back to them. He seemed relatively unharmed, and Liam got up to nuzzle his friend when the monarch stag suddenly galloped back over to them. Acting out of reflex, Liam backed up until he stood over Herla and lowered his antlers slightly in a warning. He did not like this stag, not at all. "Stay back...leave the doe out of this," he said in an oddly low voice.

(Haha, so true! This should be an expected situation, definitely. "Dangit Herla, again?" XD)

The golden buck's heart pounded in his chest, and suddenly he feared that he had opened an invitation to a fight. That was certainly not what he wanted... But it seemed that the stag was too exhausted from the encounter with Lothair to bother with the young buck, and so with a snort he wandered off to the opposite edge of the pool. Letting out a sigh of relief, Liam gave Herla a reassuring nudge. "It is over now...you are safe. I am so sorry that you had to see that... It seems that he had taunted Lothair first," he spoke softly, and then looked up at Lothair and gave a half-bow. "Thank you, my friend..."

(Haha, no worries at all Lady! Believe me, I am the exact same way. When I'm tired, I'll just spend half the time staring at the screen and not writing! XD You are most welcome, and thank you; I always enjoy the RPs! Good-night to you too! )

The irish stag had decided against jumping in front of some unfamilair stag today. After all, whom was he to decide whom Herla would befriend? Still he took it to himself to sit on a distance. Atleast he'd be nearby, in case something arose.
But it seemed Herla had spotted him, and came to him instead. At first the irish had a smile on his face, pleased it seemed she preffered him over the other stag anyway. Although, his smile quickly turned into a more worried expression. Herla didn't look like her usual self.
"What has happend?" Gehirn questioned, bending his neck down to nuzzle the small doe. She seemed exhausted. It didn't take long before she asked him to sit with her, and so he did. "Are you alright, Herla? You look as if you have been running all night. No offense, really." He quickly added. It wasn't the brightest idea to offend a doe.

(Helloo! Man am I bothersome, haha. It seems all drama happend again after I went to sleep! It's always like that. Oh not aalwaaaays.... XD)

"A demon?" He raised his brows. "Just when I thought this forest couldn't become more hostile. Bah.. I am sorry I left." The stag let out a dissapointed breath. "I am glad Virgil was there though." Perhaps he should thank the stag later. He hadn't expected him to help Herla out. It was already a suprise for him to see him join them last night. "Hopefully a rest will heal you right back up, hm? He didn't hurt you physically, right?" The stag was already inspecting her features, to look for any wounds. But it didn't look like it. He had thought of deer triving off energy before, perhaps this was something like that?
The irish gently nuzzled his nose into her neckfur. "I'll look over you now." He paused. "Hm. Is there anything I can get for you? To eat, perhaps?"

(Fun doesn't wait for Mis. WEEEH.
Ahwell. XD)