Aww, thank you Tally, that would be really sweet.

A powerful knot seized Sorog's stomach as he slowly approached the collapsed doe. His sides, haunches and chest burned from the scrapes and cuts resulting from his scuffle with Darcy, but they were minor in severity. There was a very slight limp in one of his hind legs, but he did his best not to show it. He hesitated as he approached her; he could sense her distress, smell her fear. What could he possibly say to reassure her? Nothing... He knew that she would not forgive him for this. But he couldn't help it...he couldn't stop.

"Herla..." His voice was unnaturally soft and concerning, and he stood still and looked over her with a remorseful expression. He had promised himself to not fight in front of her, and he now he fought because of her. What could she possibly think of him now? "I...I am sorry. I do not know..." Sorog stopped himself short. He did know why he attacked Darcy; he attacked in a fit of jealous rage. Nothing more, nothing less. Herla and Ciel could have been hurt because of him. "Are you...are you alright?"

Herla's fear-filled words hit the stag like a blow to the chest. He jumped back a step when she cried out, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. She was truly afraid of him...he could see that now. In an instant, he had ruined everything that he had had with her...all because he could not control his emotions. And now, he would pay the price for his rash actions. He suddenly realized that without Herla, he was alone.

"N-no, Herla...please!" he protested in a shaky, soft voice...almost a whisper. It felt like a nightmare in which he could not scream. "I would never hurt you...please, don't..." He suddenly felt very weak, and his knees buckled forcing him to stumble back another step. Breathing became forced, and the corners of his vision began to go black. Everything seemed warped, distorted...but he could not tear his gaze from Herla's terrified own. It was over. Over...

"Please..."

He watched her slump forward, and resisted the powerful urge to comfort her. It was too late...she did not want him near. Ciel was bleating at him, standing over Herla as if he were willing to give his life to protect her. Sorog then knew that, to them, he was only one thing: a monster.

The stag tore off into the Forest, bellowing at the top of his lungs and jerking his antlers toward the sky as if to curse the Gods themselves. He did not know where he would run to, but he did not care: he could not watch Herla cower before him. She was better off with Darcy. He was better off alone.

Alone...

(Dramatic post is dramatic! Haha, I wouldn't blame her if it takes her a while, but he's definitely not going to take this well. He lacks the ability to healthily channel his emotions, gah. Take some anger management classes, Sor! *thwaps him* DX)

Somehow, Sorog found himself collapsed atop of the large rock at the playground, although he did not remember running to it. He lay shivering atop of it, seemingly uncontrollably. His gaze was fixated on the bordering treeline with the false hope of seeing Herla run after him. But, no...that was stupid of him to think. She was still hurt, and above all, she never wanted to see him again. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sorog briefly wondered why he continued to do what he did. What was the point? Even if he brought his beloved back, how could he live with her in a place where everyone hated him? It would be hell on earth for her...like it was for him.

A strangled gasp escaped him as he forced air from his lungs, and he lay panting as if he hadn't taken a breath in hours. A strange fog clouded his vision, and he suddenly felt dizzy. He let his eyes fall shut, and he struggled to ignore the pain in his chest. The pains were not from his wounds, oddly enough... He did not know what to do. What could he do? Nothing...

Forgive me...

(Mmm, delicious drama pie!)

Herla seemed to be alone, Waarhijd decided to keep her company, hope you didn't mind. (:

D'awwwwwwww Ciel seems to always be getting into Mischief XD

I popped Nighter's in the forest for a bit, though he's not gonna do much (due to his situation) Herla is welcome to stop by if she desires. He'll be back up and running soon enough though D| It's so hard just leaving him laying on that slab B| XD

Lol I couldn't help but giggle when Herla met the bandersnatch. Such an awkward fellow he is xD

Hehe, yeah, I'm not surprised that she found him that way xD No problem! I'm glad he finally got to meet someone that isn't from Wonderland <3
Oh it's ok! I've had my fair share of those moments too xD"

((Ugh, sorry it took me so long to reply!))

Herla looked abashed at the orange stag, his reprimand of her mothering skills hitting her hard. She ducked her head in her feather mantle, not knowing what to say. She knew she was not the most reliable of does. Her interest was often easily distracted. Her interest in whatever stag was before her at the moment. Responsibility was not one of her virtues. And apparently the behavior extended to her adopted fawn as well. It’s not like she had asked for the fawn, she thought, though she did not say that. She did love Ciel. She tried to look after him as best she could. Though she could do better. Her cheeks burning in embarrassment but hidden in her feathers, she said rather cooly, “Thank you for looking after him, then. I am indebted.”

It was inevitable that the two stags would clash once more. Both had silently decreed it, and tonight they made their displeasure known to the innocents around them. Sorog waited for Mateo to instigate, and from there the red-striped stag was blinded with white-hot rage. He longed for blood upon his tines, in his mouth. He craved the coppery taste of the younger stag's pain. Leviathann had interfered, had moved between them, her massive antlers pushing them aside. But, both had persisted; both landed vicious blows on either side, their eyes wild and their fur bristled seemingly with static. Eventually, they both had slowed down, and Sorog found that he had become more injured than he had wished.

Mateo had become distracted by Geography's presence, and so Sorog struggled to Herla's side. She seemed incredibly distressed, and his heart bled for her. He limped as he persisted to close the distance between them, thin rivers of blood trickling down his legs and neck. His breathing was slightly ragged due to a few bruised ribs after being swept aside repeatedly by Leviathann.

Damn her...why must she interfere? Stupid...

As tempting as it was to simply collapse, Sorog careful eased himself beside Herla while struggling to stay balanced upon shaking legs. He wrapped his large body around hers as best as he could and began to shakily nuzzle at her cheek and crest. "Gods, Herla...are you alright? H-he did not hurt you, did he?" he managed to whisper, his voice choked. If she was hurt in any way, then the Gods help Mateo's soul. Sorog's ears twitched weakly as flies began to settle on the fresh cut above his brow. Damned things...

(Haha, no worries at all! Take your time, and yay for puking rainbows! XD)

He had thought he was laying this down gently for the doe, but her actions said otherwise. Xet did not know what to do to make things better; on the verge of tears and hiding her face within her feathers was viewed as an overreaction, yet at the same time he felt a wave of guilt. "I didn't mean to upset you...", shame heard in his voice despite everything he said being true. Would anyone else have taken the time to confront her? That didn't matter now... she knew now, he seen her take it to heart. He had not picked up on the fact that Ciel's size was one reason that made it difficult for Herla to control him, he had never even witnessed Ciel acting out, as of now he knew the fawn only as well behaved, and Herla as well as Sorog were to blame. - He would think on it later, then again, why was he even sticking his nose in her business? Hmm.

"I didn't mean to come off so blunt. I'm sure you do try". - He would sit next to her for some time peering into the distance. "Of course... I like him. No matter the case I will continue to watch out for him". - He would quirk a brow when she did not reply to his question, shoulders would roll, he wouldn't continue to prod her for a response though. "Well, I must be going then", things started to feel really awkward for him, as if he had said something wrong, steered the conversation in a bad direction, perhaps said something that acted as a bad trigger. He would stand once more.... there was something he wanted to say before taking his leave, obvious as it was standing there looking down upon her and yet no words given. He would shrug it off for now... he had stuck his nose in her business once too many and did not want to send her into a fit of tears by accident.

"Take care, until next time little one".

Sianna:
Herla struggled to get her emotions under control. Tears and sniffles where unbecoming, she tried to wrest her face into a more pleasant expression, and stifle the tears. She had been so prone to such tearful outburst of late and she hated it. The orange stag seemed to mean well, he was sitting next to her now quietly. “You weren’t too blunt. I’m just…high strung sometimes,” she said, doing a better job keeping the waver from her voice that always seeped through when she was distressed. She gave him another hesitant smile. “Ciel likes you, I can tell. He’s very playful and trusting. He’s like me in that regards, I suppose. And sometimes we both can be a handful.”

She had stared off into the distance for a while, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face. When the orange stag got up to leave, he once again seemed…somehow disappointed in her. She was confused and a little hurt.

“Oh.” she said, a bit of sadness creeping into her voice, that he was leaving. “Of course. If you must go. I…understand.”

((Uruushou: no problem! I've just ended up with a long lunch today and was happy to get a chance to catch up on these RPs. Take your time! ))

I love this character,why I have'nt tracked this earlier is a mystery to me.
And I think my Orogalad met her briefly with Jin? He was the green stag with the large white antlers and antelope mask ^^

(Get your vomit bags ready, kids!)

The stag closed his eyes as Herla tended to his wounds, concentrating on his breathing and her warmth. So gentle was she, always careful and tender...so warm, so sweet. He was beginning to feel light-headed, but he did not wish to rest his weight against her; he was much too heavy for such a small doe. His eyelids fluttered open lazily when she leaned against him and spoke, and his heart skipped a beat at her words. There was something in her voice that was...different. Its tone was something that he could not quite place, but nevertheless it made his heart swell.

Hot tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, but rather than will them away he let them fall. They trailed down his cheeks and onto her crest, and with a shudder he buried his face against her neck and chest. His body jerked and shuddered around hers, and a strangled sound escaped him. It was a sob. The stoic, monstrous stag was sobbing as a million emotions hit him at once. It was not the pain that drove his tears, no...it was much deeper. He did not care if any deer saw him in his state of weakness, not even Darcy or Mateo. It did not matter, for he was with Herla. And she was with him.

After a long moment, Sorog's body began to cease shuddering as his sobs became more controlled, and with a shuddering breath he lifted his head to rest his forehead against the doe's. "I...I will forever be grateful for you, Herla. You...you are saving me..." His eyes squeezed shut, forcing a few more stinging tears to escape. The lump in his throat preventing him from speaking further. Herla...I wish I could tell you...

Tracking this.
She is really beautiful ♥
I think she and my deer (the giant rabbit) met some time ago (:

Nirwana: Are you playing one of these two bunnies here? Love the giant bunnies so much, Herla always likes to dance and frolick with them.

StarBright5000: Thanks so much! ^^

I believe that is Smiley66.

Indeed, the stag felt that he could place all of his trust in the black doe. Since he arrived in the Forest, she was the only one who tried to give him a chance, to get to know him. She was doing far more than she could possibly know by being so kind and forgiving; she was saving his soul. But he did not yet know if her compassion alone was enough. He still felt the need to kill, to destroy, to hurt...he could not stop. It overpowered him, overrode his senses. It was in his blood, it was what made him live. Herla's gentle shushing noises suddenly shut all of those thoughts from his mind, and when he felt her lips upon his cheek and forehead he let out a deep, content sigh and nuzzled at her neck.

It would be alright... She was here. And he would be here for her, whenever she needed him. Her tender kisses filled his stomach with butterflies, a sensation that he had almost forgotten in time. Every kiss filled him with warmth, and aside from the dull throbbing from his fresher wounds and the ache in his head, he could feel no more pain. It was as if Herla were his remedy, his cure. Never once did it occur to him how selfless he had been acting around Herla by defending her and Ciel. Normally he would not care, so why now? Why does he go out of his way to protect them?

He was falling into reverie, and he closed his eyes as his eyelids became too heavy. Herla's voice sounded as if it were far away, and although the words were muddled he could hear them. A small smile crossed Sorog's lips in his half-conscious state. "Never be sorry, dear one," he murmured, managing to place a lingering kiss upon her cheek even as he drifted deeper into the subconscious. "Never...I am here...you..." His voice gradually trailed off, his words fragmented as his body willed him to rest. He must heal, now. His body remained curled around her much smaller frame, his face rested in the crook of her neck. Comfort, warmth...peace...

(Good ol' falling-asleep-to-end-an-RP, haha! ;P)

The dark stag approaches, slowly. He enjoys the little doe's company, though fleeting it may be. A deep bow before he he sits down, a bit clumsily folding his long legs. Then silence. After a while he speaks, slowly, quietly, with that terrible stone-against-stone voice of his.
"How are you today?" he asks. A moment later a small embarrassed smile can be seen through the black curtain of hair draped against his head and neck. "...miss...?" It occurs to him that he never caught her name.

((Apeldille, thanks for having Ephire come sit by Herla, she was having a lonely moment, and was very glad to have his company!))

Herla thought nothing unusual of the large stag when he came and sat down beside her. She had shared many quite moments with him, as he had never spoken to her before, only a polite nod or friendly bow. He was the largest stag she’d ever seen, larger even then Gehirn. The massive stag had always welcomed her and she was comfortable to share his company, though he had always seemed unaffected and uninterested in her when she’d flirt in her usual ways. So she was used to silence from him. When he spoke, it surprised her. She had never heard his voice before, it made her start minutely. “Oh!” she had gasped, then hid her face in her feather mantle so cover her embarrassment at her response. “I am quite well, today, thank you for asking.” she said recovering quickly. She noticed that he actually seemed somewhat self evasive towards her, which further intrigued her. The silent giant was full of surprises today. “They call you Ephire, right?” she said, peering at him with scarlet eyes through thick dark lashes. “I am called Herla, she said, inclining her head demurely.

A sideways amused glance at her when he notices her reaction to his voice. He is used to it -- one of the reasons why he so seldom talks, besides it hurts.
"Voice is scar's fault. Don't mind", he says, tipping his head backward a little and then falling silent when she answers his question.
"I'm glad. Heard of unpleasant happenings some days ago", he answers, thoughtfully looking at nothing in particular. He has noticed the little doe's tendency to orbit stags that may not be the... most secure to be around. Even though they do not know each other well he feels a little protective of her; perhaps Gehirn's behaviour have influenced him.
Lost in thought when she mentions his name, he starts a little before he turns his head towards the small doe. "Hm? Yes. Ephiré." A quick shake to clear his head. "Herla. Will remember that", he says before looking away again, nodding to himself.


((just to clear up: he was embarrassed that he didn't know her name, in case Herla thinks she's got another admirer! xP))

((Apeldille: Too Herla, every stag is a potential admirer. She can be hard to dissuade! Lol! ))
Herla’s ears flattened and then swiveled at the strange sound of the stag’s voice. It did indeed sound…painful for him. She wished to ask him more about it, but then she supposed that might not be kind. Still, she ventured, intrigued to have the silent giant speaking to her. “Does it…hurt?” she asked softly, a note of concern in her voice. She had noticed the large scar across his neck before. She wondered what had caused such an injury to the massive stag.

At his mention of recent unpleasantness, she cringed somewhat. Yes, there had been some recent problems. They seemed to follow her. She never quite understood why. She gave him a small smile. “Trouble can never be far behind, it seems.” she said with a sigh. She looked off into the distance. Ephire was good for silent company and she was comfortable with the stag. She was happy he had decided to speak to her though.

Misako:

Herla was so immensely pleased to have Gehirn sitting beside her on this warm sunny day. Her heart always gave a little flutter whenever she would see the large Irish, which was not often. He went on *trips* though she had a hard time understanding this. And of course, he was already mated. But Herla had deep emotions for him none the less. She tried not to show this too much, he had made his position clear. But when he leaned over and nuzzled behind her ears, she sighed deeply and pressed into him, trying not to betray the pleasant shudder that went though her at his innocent touch. “Thank you Gehirn, I enjoy your company as always. I hope you too have been well.”

((Of course, Apeldille! I’m so happy you replied We are eager to get to know more about Ephire! ))

Herla looked up at the usually stoic and silent stag. She noticed the tenseness around his eyes and mouth when he mentioned how the injury occurred. He mentioned sharp rocks and she shuddered at the thought, the scar was deep, it must have been a horrific injury. And it hurt him still, she could see that in his eyes and the way he spoke of it. She felt bad bringing up such an unpleasant thing for him, “I am so…sorry.” she said meaning bringing up the scar. She hoped he didn’t think she meant pity, she knew some stags didn’t always like to show their weaknesses to others, it sometimes made them lash out. She went to clarify, not wanting to offend him. She opened her mouth to speak but found she couldn’t find the right words. She ducked her head at her momentary awkwardness, not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of this quiet stag. He had always seemed so aloof. Calm and detached. She saw him looking at her from the corner of his eye, quiet. “You must find me the silliest thing, she said, her head still ducked into her feathers.

((Graveyard, did I see Shen this morning by the Twin Gods? Sorry, to leave so abruptly, most deer where showing up as nekkid nameless deer so I had to restart! Then I didn't see him again.))