Face hot with frustration, Mauv peered to Daneth. Her gaze was hurt and filled with anger toward the stag. She lowered her head, dipping the antlers to him warning that he should not come near. "How dare you! You think you can run off with that monster, who attacked me, and then come back when she does what she always does?" Mauve spat to him, pacing quickly so that he couldn't get near. Her heart breaking slightly as he appeared sorry and sad, but she wouldn't let up that easy. The doe's ears pressed against her nape and her head was low. "You chose her over what is right, why? Why did you choose her over protecting the mini that she was attacking?" Her face still hot with anger as she watched him, she was thankful for the skull that covered her tears of frustration that she couldn't ever hold back. They fell at even the slightest anger that rose in her body, but now her blood was boiling.
Daneth had tried to approach the little grey doe, but got a face full of antler for his efforts. He winced at her angry words and backed away from her. Her words stung him because they were true. Why hadn’t he tried to stop Sianna when she’d attacked the minis? When he had tried to intervene it had been too little too late. He had let himself be blinded with…lust for the dark doe with a volatile temperament. He’d let her lead him into a fight with a large striped stag, where he’d gotten more then a little beat up. Then the fiasco by the pond where he’d found himself on the wrong side of a fight, again because of Sianna. He didn’t quite know how he had ended up where he had but he was wrought with confliction now. He was the kind of stag of morals. He did what was right. He protected the weak. He’d let himself be corrupted. Disgusted with himself, his head hung low. He was beaten and bloody and he deserved every pain. He could not meet the little does eyes so deep was his shame. He struggled for any words to try and explain, but could not find any. Finally he said, “I have no right to ask your forgiveness…please Mauv, I just want to know if you are alright?”
((I had to rewrite most of this when my computer crashed in the middle of it. Geez, I hope it makes sense and isn’t a garbled mess now! Lol))
((And I did try and have Daneth protect the minis when she came back for that second round of attacks, he was lowering his antlers at her, trying to shield the minis...but lag pretty much made him look like he was just standing there like a stupid git, doh!))
Mauv turned her head to the side, eyeing the stag through one hole in her mask. Her chin up high, balancing the antlers carefully, she replied. "Wouldn't you like to know." Her words were sharp, not questioning but rather punishing. In reality she hadn't been hurt to bad, a few scrapes here and there, a small gash in her right foreleg but nothing too serious.
Finally unable to stand looking at the stag any longer, she turned her rear to him. She waited a few moments then, before turning and walking to the pond, now completely ignoring him. She needed a break, time to cool down. Mauv trotted into the cool of the water and laid so her head was the only thing above the surface.
Mauvable:
More harsh words from the little grey doe. He winced at the vehemence in them. “You’re right…I have no right to know of your health.” he said ducking his head in shame. She turned her back on him, he could see the hurt in her shoulders. He watched her go. He knew she was furious at him, that she may never forgive him again, but he did want to make sure she was okay. And safe. He followed at a distance, doing his best not to crowd her, watching to make sure she passed without incident through the forest. “I’m sorry Mauv,” he whispered under his breath.
bluejay17: “Of course not! I always welcome the company of a pretty doe!” the white and black stag said, full of gentlemanly décor.
((Sorry we missed you, I was on my other computer working on art.))
Selruil:
Levi has to get in line. He’s already managed to make quite a few deer mad at him since he took up with Sianna. He’s listening to his hormones and not his conscience. There’s a few now who are looking to slice up his manly bits!
Ears still pressing against her nape, Mauv turned her head slightly to see is he was gone. To her surprise the stag had actually followed her, though he was keeping his distance. She snapped her head back forward, staring angrily over the top of the water, though she wasn't sure if her anger was in the right place. Yes, Sianna is the most sexually attractive doe in the forest, but she is also a fool and a tyrant. How could Daneth have known these things after only knowing the doe for such a short period of time? He couldn't have. But what of it? He still sided with her, and though unwilling to admit it, Mauv knew this to be true. More tears fell from her brown toned eyes, she quickly dipped her head in the water to shield them from the stag who watched from behind.
(I don't think Mauv is turning out how I wanted. I'll be playing her without the mini-spell for a while, to get back to how I intended to play. She is supposed to be rather calm, collected and not have a care in the world. I think the cuteness of the mini-spell has made me play her otherwise.)
Selruil: LOL at Levi! Daneth is pretty much doomed. Sianna’s going to get him killed. And Levi’s there to carry it out!
Mauvable: ((I have a feeling that Mauv will shortly be in that line to castrate Daneth as well. ))
Daneth hovered in the background, keeping an eye on the little doe. He scanned the horizon. She may not want him near but he would at least keep a look out for her while she bathed. He saw her turn her head and shoot him an angry look. He ducked his head and looked away. He deserved that. He knew. Still it hurt to have the grey doe angry with him.
You might want to add Saanra to the line of deer who want to castrate him. She thinks he's a bit of a Tool at the moment, for 'crawling back to Sianna' as she sees it D:
((bluejay17: She wasn’t intruding! Though that was Sianna resting there. She’s been on “good” behavior though for now. And sorry for mooing right in your face like that! That’s not what I was trying to do, it was supposed to me a head tilt, lol. Dang hot keys got mixed up. *button fail!* lol))
Don't worry about it, she basically just came to say hello, anyway, and then there was all the head tilting and bowing going on to which she was just getting confused XD
I think it's him that my little Brook met yesterday and played with. I wasn't sure at first because he had no picto in my game :'D but this journal entry seems to confirm it (:
Sianna couldn't bare to watch Levi give one of her past lovers a nuzzle and him return it. - She had known Tieff longer than her! - The phoenix doe would simply never understand why stags were attracted to big antlered does. To Sianna, they were hideous gender confused beasts with little to no heart. Why the Gods created such abominable creatures was beyond her.
She could remember when he would return nuzzles to her, protect her, keep Gustiro away among many others. He was her everything at the time... and now, something was wrong. She tried over and over to regain his affections, but to no avail... always failed. - Rage had finally built up beyond restraint, and she would charge Levi; ripping and shredding through whoever dared get in her path.
Ren Shi came to her aid... why? Why were certain deer all of a sudden caring? It was mind boggling. Soon after Caen would arrive, this little flash of white somehow managed to kill the scuffle, and then Daneth came... her knight in shining armor. Everything about the fight became a blur. She could hardly remember why she was here... why all of this happened.
Once everything died down and she laid with her stag injured and torn up, she would bury her face into his warm neck. "I give up. I can't keep doing this...", she says discouraged, "I have tried to make things right, but it does not work. What is the point in changing when others are unwilling to?". Sianna would pull from Daneth, struggling to get to all fours. Eyes would then hazily peer over him, "I can not even understand why you want me, why you protect me and why you're here. Out of so many does that are better than me, I will never be perfect, never. I am a mess, do you not see that, Daneth? I am a wreck. ".
Daneth had been lying low the last few days, recovering from his fight a few days previous with Sorog, Darcy and Jin and then having aggravated his injuries the next day fending the two albino twin stags from Soona. He was feeling stronger though now. He’d been sleeping in the birch when he’d heard the angry roars of multiple skull faced deer at some distance in the old forest. Craning his ears to listen closer he heard in that melee, the cries of Sianna. He was on his feet and racing towards the calls as fast as the large giant could manage, tearing large tracts through the forest floor with his heavy hoof falls. He arrived on a scene of chaos, many large antlered does and stags alike brandishing their antlers and charging at his doe. Sianna, who was much smaller and bore only small prongs, was dashing about among them, he saw her take hits. He was instantly enraged and charged into the fracas trying to put himself between Sianna’s attackers, swinging his antlers about and pushing his large weight around. He didn’t care about whys or reasons. She was smaller and they were trying to harm her. She was his love. He would protect first, ask questions later. The fight had seemed to broke up quickly after he arrived and everyone was keeping there distance now.
There position secure, Daneth laid down with the doe. He seethed with anger at the sight of her blood stained pelt and the wounds that marred her. He gathered her to himself and gently cleaned them, licking away the hair and dirt and blood, a fierce protectiveness burning in his heart. A low growl issued from his throat when other deer would wander too close. He had no patience for any of them right now.
At her statement about giving up, he wrapped his neck around her and spoke softly to her, as his rage cooled down and his concern was only for her. “I would fight them to the death for you my love…if it would heal you, if I thought it would. Nobody can change the hearts of others though and fighting them will only make things worse. We’ve only ourselves and our own actions to speak for us. In that we can never give up. I am here for you however you need me to be.” the words echoed from deep in his chest and carried softly as he spoke.
When she struggled to her feet, swaying in front of him, another sweep of anger engulfed him at the sight of her injuries. Despite what he said, he WOULD kill any that tried to harm her, he would not hesitate to bring his force down upon those that attacked her in the future.
“I do want you doe. And I want no other. You are MY wreck,” his protective rage entering his voice. “Only my death will change that.” He stood protectively over her now. His eyes burning holes through any that neared.
Okay, through fiddling with this bio for now. Switched colors around to something more Daneth-like. Updated with the latest info about him, mainly that he’s back now and in Latharan Form. This means that he is winged, though at the moment, they are more an encumbrance to him than anything and will make him all the slower, exacerbating his clumsy tendencies. He’s extremely strong, but his wings are a bit of a weakness right now. As yet, he is unable to fly with them. Though he has been jumping off the high end of the pond in an attempt to learn. It’s not going so well. Mostly he’s getting really wet.
It had been quite some time. Again, it was as if the bull had vanished into thin air, left her in this world alone to slowly rot away. She felt as if she had been, especially now. What she had been working to build, an empire of asskissers came crashing down, now she was left with just one... Judas... and Judas of all deer.
Dinah Moon was supposed to be her final fix to this never ending desire for lust, to fill that deep, barren heart devoid of love, at least, staying in love. The doe thought Dinah was her pearl, there would be no other, but even when she was absent Sianna could not hold back, she had to find another to love and comfort her. - Sorog, she had finally destroyed that relationship. There was usually a feeling of satisfaction that washed over her when crippling yet another mind, as morbid as it may of been. The striped bull, though... she never got over it, never. Only a couple of days ago had she tried to confront him, only to find out he had truly lost it. Sianna's mental state dropped rapidly then, and she was ready to prove that she was no coward... she wasn't a coward, and would show him. -- An attempt at suicide; breaking through the cold, gentle surface of the pond during a downpour. The hind was determined to suffer the same fate as her son. If she were to die, she would experience what he had. -- Sorog, for whatever reason, reacted and managed to get her out of the pond. Shortly after he had left... the doe hadn't seen him since.
Now, here stood Daneth, the first stag to make progress with her no matter how much she'd deny it to him, and to others. Sianna was surprised to find him there upon wake, but there was also a feeling of contentment. It had been a long time, too long for her. He suffered, she was sure of it, knew it. She knew what happened when he disappeared. So, he'd undergo torment somewhere else, while the phoenix remained here to suffer her own. Of course, she'd never know the extent of his torture, but she felt connected to him in a way that she'd never be connected to another. He was experiencing physical agony, something she had underwent, and still went through with how many deer here were determined to stand their ground, attack her, abuse her.
"It's good to see you", her voice is low yet pained. It was hard to see him, knowing what he had been through, and what she had put him through upon return each time. The stag was never at peace, then again neither was Sianna, unless she was met with the only outlet available; love. "It's been cold here. When you leave, this world turns to ice. Dead and cold".
It was getting easier. The coming and going. If by a minute amount. The stag that used to be so much at home, a creature of this forest, now stumbled and blinked as this reality materialized around him, he gasped breathing in the forest air. Not scorching. Not ice cold. His great leathery wings dragged upon the ground, forgotten, alien. He’d been flying with them such a long time hadn’t he? Confused, he sought her out. The only anchor he now had anywhere. He found the phoenix doe sleeping in the old forest, laying down next to her he folded his wings tight against himself. There, that seemed the thing to do with them.
He watched her stir. She appeared unharmed and he was glad. Her words hurt though…she’d been suffering, of that he was certain. How long had he been gone? Pangs of guilt for leaving her behind filled him, no matter the choice was not his. What had been happening to her? What of Sorog? He’d left the doe in his care, was he not taking care of her? “I missed you dearly,” he said, the booming sound of his own voice sounding foreign to him. “I fought hard to come back…didn’t know if I could, but I’m here now. I would banish the cold forever if I could.”
Sianna leans into the stag, eyes closed. She was for the most part at peace, her feelings for him returning all over again, as they always had. It was unlikely to ever change. - Every time he left then returned she became more and more attached. There was the fear that he may not come back, and so, she held onto every memory, captured every touch, every smell. When he was gone her world came crashing down. Without him she was nothing, without him, her existence here was pointless.
The doe had not intended for her words to be painful, she was merely telling him how she felt. It was hard to keep such things bottled up, she couldn't just go to anyone and rant on how bad her heart was hurting because her stag was taken away. It would of been too hard, too complicated to explain anyways. Besides, she felt very reserved about their relationship. Not every deer and their mother needed to know every single detail. What she felt for Daneth, stayed between them.
'I missed you dearly', this lifted a lot of weight. It was always good to know that the bull missed her, that he'd even seek her out despite how much she's put him through. - At his next words she gives a heavy sigh, pressing her weight into him. "You can, Daneth", Sianna winces, fiery tears beginning to build up. She quickly gets it under control, pulling away then looking up to him. "I told you I would share your pain. I've had a lot of time to think". She pauses momentarily as if debating whether or not to purpose what she had been thinking. If he had agreed, what would happen to her? No....no time to think on these things. "I can't be without you. I can't. Wherever you're going... I want to go too. I refuse to be left here alone again. I can't be left here again... I won't be".
The touch of the phoenix doe as she curled up next to him, brought him solidly into this world. She was real. Breathing. Alive. For a moment…he could forget. The cacophony of screams, some of them his own. The swirling smoke that scorched his lungs. His skin, ripped from him…he blinked this all away. He sat now in the forest, the sounds of birds chirping, the sun pleasantly warm on his face. And the doe sitting beside him. He shifted and unfurled a great leathery wing to wrap around her.
At her words he thought on the promises they had made to each other, promises made so long ago now it seemed. And so impossible to keep, though he had tried. Tried so hard. He hadn’t blamed her for moving on…how could she not? With him gone so long and no explanation? No, he had never blamed her. And though he had hated Sorog, he had in the end wanted her to have something…someone to be there for her, when he was ripped from this place. His love for her had never faltered through it all.
But when she talked about sharing his pain it took a moment for him to realize what it was she was speaking of. He looked into her face, tears and pain in her eyes. Take her with him? “Sianna, it’s impossible…you wouldn’t survive…don’t you understand? Where I go…none may pass except through death’s gate…” he struggled to continue, faltering, “You would die…and I might not be able to bring you back…” Could he? Could he take her? He had taken riders there…though his understanding of what they were was confused and hazy. They were terrible, powerful. Controlled him. Yet they needed him to make the journey. He never considered fully what this meant, or if he could carry others as well. He looked into her eyes, “Are things so bad for you…that you would want this?” he asked, sorrow in his deep voice.
Sianna would fall silent, digging deep and recollecting memories. Not just from her past life, but her life here as well. Although she had brought a great majority of misfortune onto herself, to her it was traumatizing, and with each bad experience, her fault or not, she was further mentally deteriorating. Recent events had not helped at all, actually they were driving her further and closer to that one fatal leap to end it all... and she had tried making that final leap, but was unfortunately saved despite her determination to prove a point. Not just make a point, but end the constant nagging and cluster of negative emotions that swamped her on a daily basis. The waters were far too rapid now, but she had made it that way. She needed an escape, she needed Daneth... and she'd not let him deny her of this request.
"I can't stay here alone anymore. I will die here alone. You'll come back and not find me one day... at least, if I die where you go, at least I'm not alone". Sianna had taken note of his tears, and she could feel her own lids burning, the tears swelling. It wouldn't take them long to burst through, trailing down her cheeks, traveling down the bridges of her nose. The doe had felt defeated for so long. This forest was not the place for her, not unless there was a deer to control her. She created catastrophe wherever she set foot. It was taking its toll, everything was backfiring. "Don't let me die alone". Sianna's petite form would quake and tremble. This may of become one of her greatest fears. "Don't leave me here".
“Don't let me die alone”The stag held the quaking doe close to him, turning to his face to her neck, her plea echoing in his ears. He’d never heard her sound so desperate…so finite. It was his fear every time he left…that he would return and she would no longer be here. He remembered his promise so long ago…to never leave her. To help her, to help her heal and find what she needed to do that. That was what she was asking for now. His heart ripped in two, what she wanted could mean her destruction. Her death. He couldn’t answer for a long while, his thoughts in turmoil. Shaking, he held her close desperately trying to wrap his mind around an alternative…he would fight to stay here, maybe he could do it now. He was getting stronger. But he knew when the call came, he’d be ripped away again. He wasn’t that strong. He had never gone voluntarily. He’d never considered even trying. Being dragged to hell, his form ripped to shreds and reformed, fire and ice licking at his heals, sent hurtling through the darkest abysses, the howls of the dead filling his head, he fought it every time. But as he thought of that place, of the way his body grew in power, how is wings spread, full of strength and…control. A roaring filled his ears. Power. Yes. He could do it. Every time he’d been dragged there he’d changed a little more each time. He wings being only the most visible part. He’d changed inside too. In ways he did not fully understand.
The stag sat up. His ice blue eyes gazed down at the phoenix doe. They glowed, pupil-less. “Only the strong can ride a Latharan.” he heard himself say, the voice sounded distant, not his own. The blue eyes held the doe’s unwavering.
Shaking himself, the stag came back to himself. He blinked and the doe came into focus again.
“I don’t know what will happen. I think I can protect you. From the worst of it. But it will hurt. And you might not like what you find there…I can’t promise you I’ll be able to bring you back again. But I won’t deny you…if this is your decision.”
The doe had convinced herself that anything was better than this forest. At this very moment, she would have wished to be back with her abusive husband rather than deal with the anxieties and trouble that swelled up to unbearable amounts here. Then again, this was not the once innocent Sianna. Once she had come here, everything about her changed dramatically. Free of her husbands grasp, lost it, but not just because of him, there was also the guilt that plagued her every single day, regarding the murder of her son. Everything had drastically changed. So, this feeling may of been more selfish of her. If things didn't go her way, she was known to go to extreme measures to 'get out'.
Her deal with Daneth was no different, but was she truly ready? - The doe would recall the graphic description he'd given her some time ago, about what happened there. Still, desire to be with Daneth, desire to escape this place, and fear of being left alone were steering her in a direction that may have been severely regretted later. In the moment, however, she is unable to see any regret that may come of this decision. Sianna was fully prepared to undergo whatever she was met with in this other world, no matter how painfully grueling it may be.
"At least I'm not alone", she says, sorrow hinted in her tone. "At least my last moments will be with you, and that is all I want... is you".
The stag stood, his gaze solemn as he looked down on the doe he towered over. He looked around the forest, his home. All he’d ever known. Until it started happening to him. Now he didn’t look at it with the same eye. He returned his gaze to the doe, seeing the resolve on her face. He opened his great massive wings, raised them, letting the sun warm them. There he could fly, he was strong. A grim determination set upon his own face, he cast his senses beyond the veil, it whispered within reach. His blue eyes glowed steadily now.
Sianna hesitates at his words. She would shrink into herself for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. Was she really ready for this? She was so convinced... and now, it felt as if she was second guessing everything... but no... she couldn't be left here. This fear alone would send her back into the mindset that this was for the best. She needed this stag, she was prepared to go through this... even if it meant death.
"I'm ready... yeah", her voice is shaky, but she gets everything under control, her posture sturdy, though she was definitely fighting back the trembles that threatened to take over.
The stag watched the doe hesitate in her response, shrink back, then gather herself again to respond, putting on a brave front. Did she understand? Her reaction lead him to believe that she did indeed understand the gravity and the risk of the undertaking. He narrowed his eyes, the blue glow fading, and he looked at her with the startling blue eyes of the stag, not the Latharan.
“You don’t have to do this…” he whispered, wanting to give her one more chance, a way out. “You could stay here…safe.” or as safe as any place could be. “The Land of the Dead is a…haunted place. Many things there you might not want to find.” he stepped forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “I would be there with you though.”
The phoenix doe had to do this, no matter what the journey may entail. She was ready to experience this, suffer through it, and face potentially dying in the process. Even still, it was better than being left to slowly rot away every time Daneth vanished from the forest. There was nothing left here for Sianna anyways. She had burned far too many bridges. At least with this stag it felt like there was a sturdy foundation there, at least on the grounds of love, and she was ready to stick to past promises. She would share his pain, she would do anything to be with him now, even it meant giving her life.
When the stag presses his forehead to hers, she softly closes her eyes and gives a deep sigh. "I can't stay here", she repeats, and for the most part disregards everything else. His comment on 'the land of the dead' went over her head, had not dawned on her yet... "As long as you're there. I'm ready for this".
“As you wish, “ he said, hearing the finality and the resolve in the does’ voice. He nodded his acquiescence to her.
Lifting his antlered head from her, he looked about the forest. The veil between this world and the next so easily sensed now, he scented it, and he could see it, from the corner of his eye, rippling around him, distorting the air. If he tried to look directly at it, it would slip away, always just barely there, out of reach. The stag could not see it but the Latharan could. His vision of the forest faded and the ripples became more real than the trees and the plants. More real than the doe that stood before him. He looked down on her his blue eyes glowing, pupil-less, seeing things that could not be seen.
“Follow me,” he said, turning and heading toward the playground. Instinct drove him. This was the way. Climbing the highest rock, he peered out over the land, unseeing. His glowing eyes watching the dancing ripples of the veil. “Climb on,” he said simply, leaning down to make the task easier for her. The doe did as he asked and once feeling she was secure, he stood again to his full height and unfurled his great massive wings, concentrating on the task at hand. He’d never done this before but it felt right. He knew how to do this. Sparing a thought for his passenger, he spoke, “You must hang on, don’t let go, whatever happens, don’t let go.” and with that, he leapt, the muscles of his haunches sprang him forward, the wings reached out, catching the wind, gave one labored beat and they were propelled into the sky. Through the veil, it opened before him and in a harsh transition they were suddenly engulfed in ice cold air that stung the air bit like daggers when breathed in. Fog so thick, it enveloped them, the ground, the sky, everything disappeared. Pain ripped over him, the sensation of his skin peeling back, agony pulling at every part of him. He didn’t falter though, his wings beat strongly. The wind howled past them carrying not only the rushing of air but the howling of…voices. Claws reached out, tugged and pulled, snatched at him, but they slipped off unable to maintain a grasp. His rider was likewise safe from them as well, as long as she was on his back, she was protected. He fought forward, still feeling his body changing, skin splitting, reforming over the roiling muscles as he surged forward through the icy mist. He flew on, hooves pawing, cutting through the mists, his wings slicing through it. He was made for this, this place fought him, did not welcome him, but it could not stop him.
On and on he flew as pain of the transformation receded, his powerful form unceasing. At one point the mist changed, it became a thick scorching smoke, flames licked all around so close it singed, burned the lungs. Terrible howls pursued them. None of it could stop him though. After an eternity of flying, the mists and the smokes parted and a dark land was visible. The winged stag circled and came to a light landing, taking a few trotting steps, breathing heavily, snorting and pawing at the dry cracked earth now beneath his hooves. They stood on a hill, a spindly dead tree next to them, it’s branches wicked and sharp. Nothing grew from the black dry ground. Blue night surrounded them, casting everything in grey tones. In the distance hard to discern where buildings and dark trees.
Remembering now his rider, he lowered himself to the ground, “We are here,” he said, his head falling to his chest, still breathing heavily. His glowing eyes the strongest light to be seen.
'As you wish', he'd never been one to deny her no matter what it may be, but this... while she desired to do so, desired to be with Daneth no matter the repercussions, she didn't think he would accept this request and actually go through with it... especially knowing that she may turn up dead. - Either way, as he nods, she looks to him with a frail grin and returns it. A sealed, solid agreement.
The phoenix doe would follow, but not without underlying doubt emerging more-so than before. She simply let silence fall upon them as they make their way to the highest rock at the playground. Sianna could feel a tightness clenching at her chest, while her anxieties took way across her legs; a tingling, nervous sensation that split between them. Her eyes would not leave the ground as she let everything come together, what she had actually agreed to. Not only that, but what she'd be leaving behind... what friends she had, past relationships. While present, the dull thought of death lingered in her mind alongside the possibility of not returning. It was just that, dull, almost unreal.
Finally reaching the rock she'd hear 'Climb on', without hesitation she does so, now residing on his back. 'You must hang on, don’t let go, whatever happens, don’t let go', this plays over in her head. How would she have ever managed to hang on with nothing more than her hooves? There was little time to think on it. Quickly after, the stag had bounded forward with amazing force, that single, powerful beat of his wings sending them further, closer to this transition. Somehow, miraculously, the doe manages to hunker herself and dead weight into him, hook those sharp hooves into thick flesh in order to hang on, at least to the best of her ability. Soon, they finally break through the barrier into another world. Sianna can feel the change immediately. Chilled, icy winds whipping and lashing across her form. With each breath, it stung like a thousand needles, felt like her lungs froze over and would collapse, like they had shrunken. - Dealing with all of this, pain and all, shrilling herself due to what felt like being skinned alive, she did not take the time to observe, those eyes were clenched tightly, missing the thick fog that surrounded them. However, through howling winds would come agonized voices followed by reaching hands. Of course, she was safe atop her mount, but it elicited a hallow cry in fear, likely drowned out from the blistering, sharp wind.
From ice would come fire. The sudden change made her cough violently, now inhaling thick, smothering smoke, getting quite a lungful of it... but the mists and smoke would finally disperse, and for the first time Sianna opens her eyes. She can see a dark landscape shadowed by the silhouettes of tall ridges. - She would become rattled when they finally made their landing, those powerful trotting steps making her cling to him tighter... but when they come to a stop, she cautiously peeks over to one side, resting those eyes onto the cracked earth, watching those splayed hooves paw at it. Shortly after she finally loosens her grip some, head risen, observing the barren landscape. All that seemed to exist was themselves, a sickly, thin tree, and perhaps, something further in the distance, but she was not able to make it out.
It was good to know that they had made the transition successfully, no matter how painful. She wasn't dead, not yet anyways, and this brought a feeling of confidence. Despite that feeling, though, Sianna could still feel the prickling from icy, relentless winds. Her innards felt chilled, yet upon that quick change in climate still felt a lingering tickle in her throat which would make her involuntarily cough from time to time. In combination, her chest felt swelled and ready to burst. Physically, she felt beaten and exhausted, but there was also a wave of adrenaline overrunning her. That, curiosity, and a drive to not 'let in' so early were the only things keeping her going at the moment. - Sianna would fully sit up on Daneth's back now... and something strange, something finally occurred to her. Eyes gaze down, and there... not hooves... but hands. There is an instant wave of shock, fear, and it would build up to a gasp from sheer horror. Those hands quickly run across the smooth skin of her arms, across her chest, along her thighs. "D...Daneth", she finally speaks, stutters his name, her tone low, but surprised. "Human?", she says questioningly, "No.. NO", Sianna feels panic, hands grasping at her head, fingertips becoming entangled in short, silk-felt hair. "This is all wrong... it's wrong".
The stag’s scorched lungs still burned, his chest heaved gasping for every breath, staying still as he waited for it to pass, as it always did. The roar of his pulse pounding in his head, and his own breathing was all he could hear. Daneth’s muscles trembled from the exertion of making the transition and fighting, clawing his way here. He held his trembling wings at his side.
The sound of her voice broke through all that, she was saying his name, it brought him to himself. Sianna, she was here. He had carried her and she had lived. She was panicked. The stag turned his head, set his blue glowing eyes upon her…and saw a woman their on his back. Her white skin glowing faintly in the blue light cast from his eyes. “Sianna,” he says, his deep voice even and calm, “It is alright. Things are as they should be. It is your true form.” he reassures. He hadn’t thought of it. When he came here, he had been slowly changed into what he had been before…a Latharan. It did not surprise him now, that she would be as she was before she had come to the forest. His glowing eyes moved over her form, looking for signs of injury but he saw none. But she was vulnerable in this form. It was harsh here, not meant for living beings. She was alive. He looked down at her bare feet and exposed skin. “Stay on my back, I will carry you,” he said, rising back upon his feet, strong and steady now. He gazed out upon the gray desolate landscape, his eyes spying some low lying buildings not far off.
She knew this was her true form, knew it all too well, but it was unbelievable. Now, here she was in this dark, unforgiving, underworld... Daneth her only form of protection in this even more vulnerable skin. It would be okay... yeah. - Sianna would cling to the Latharan, burying her face into his neck as he requested she stay on his back. She wouldn't of wanted to leave there anyways, Daneth was her guardian here, her safety blanket. -- Eyes would fall onto the darkness; endless, pitch-blackness, though still, something could be made out there in the distance, the only thing even remotely visible to her in this barren land, not able to put her finger on it yet. In time, as they grew closer the structure of buildings would become evident. - Fearful? Here, yes she was. Especially now that she had reverted back to a fragile, defenseless human. Past memories would plague her mind, but... Daneth wasn't like that... no. She was safe with him, he'd protect her.
"What happens here?", the thought crosses her mind and so she questions. By now, Sianna had a clear understanding of what this place was, but what she didn't know was what actually happened here, the extent of suffering, sorrow, torture.
Gazing over the desolate landscape with cold blue glowing eyes, the giant stag perused the dark shadows, his vision meant for this place. He felt the woman on his back, how she clung to him, buried her face in his fur. She was frightened. He struggled with that, his heart having growing distant and removed in this place. More Latharan. And less stag. But this woman was important to him. He remembered that now. He turned his head to look back at her, his glowing eyes dimming to his natural blue for a moment. He remembered. Turning forward again, his eye flash and glow steadily again, and he steps out, his large hooves sinking only slightly on the dry hard ground, as he walks down the hill and out across the landscape, headed for the dark horizon. Someplace for her to rest. He would find someplace sheltered for her.
At her question, he eyes flicker again, as brief uncertainty washes over him, What happens here? his step falters and he pauses. “This is the Land of the Dead,” he answered, his voice still deep , booming even in this desolate landscape, alive and vibrant when everything else was gray. “What happens here, depends on the minds that reside here. There are many…possibilities.” he said, trying to find words to describe the complexity of this place. “It is a reflection of the mind of those who reside here. It is not all the same. We will try to find someplace more…hospitable.”
Love this bio. Really like
Thanks Misako! Pretty much
haha, you weren't stressing
Face hot with frustration,
Daneth had tried to approach
((I had to rewrite most of this when my computer crashed in the middle of it. Geez, I hope it makes sense and isn’t a garbled mess now! Lol))
((And I did try and have Daneth protect the minis when she came back for that second round of attacks, he was lowering his antlers at her, trying to shield the minis...but lag pretty much made him look like he was just standing there like a stupid git, doh!))
Mauv turned her head to the
Finally unable to stand looking at the stag any longer, she turned her rear to him. She waited a few moments then, before turning and walking to the pond, now completely ignoring him. She needed a break, time to cool down. Mauv trotted into the cool of the water and laid so her head was the only thing above the surface.
(sorry if it's a bit blah,
"Hello, mister, you look a
Zera didn't wait for an answer, instead laying down near the stag.
((Yeah, that's my doe beside Daneth now ^^))
>u> gottatrackthis. Levi's
gottatrackthis.
Levi's gonna geld him if he lets his guard down. |D
Mauvable: More harsh words
More harsh words from the little grey doe. He winced at the vehemence in them. “You’re right…I have no right to know of your health.” he said ducking his head in shame. She turned her back on him, he could see the hurt in her shoulders. He watched her go. He knew she was furious at him, that she may never forgive him again, but he did want to make sure she was okay. And safe. He followed at a distance, doing his best not to crowd her, watching to make sure she passed without incident through the forest. “I’m sorry Mauv,” he whispered under his breath.
bluejay17:
“Of course not! I always welcome the company of a pretty doe!” the white and black stag said, full of gentlemanly décor.
((Sorry we missed you, I was on my other computer working on art.))
Selruil:
Levi has to get in line. He’s already managed to make quite a few deer mad at him since he took up with Sianna. He’s listening to his hormones and not his conscience. There’s a few now who are looking to slice up his manly bits!
Levi doesn't like standing in
Ears still pressing against
(I don't think Mauv is turning out how I wanted. I'll be playing her without the mini-spell for a while, to get back to how I intended to play. She is supposed to be rather calm, collected and not have a care in the world. I think the cuteness of the mini-spell has made me play her otherwise.)
Selruil: LOL at Levi!
Mauvable: ((I have a feeling that Mauv will shortly be in that line to castrate Daneth as well. ))
Daneth hovered in the background, keeping an eye on the little doe. He scanned the horizon. She may not want him near but he would at least keep a look out for her while she bathed. He saw her turn her head and shoot him an angry look. He ducked his head and looked away. He deserved that. He knew. Still it hurt to have the grey doe angry with him.
tracking :3
I still need to track this.
Thanks for the tracks,
You might want to add Saanra
He best be watching out then!
He doesn't have much to worry
she's too short to even reach
I LOLed so hard right there, now THAT is an image!
"Hello again, Mister! Oh...
Oh... I'm sorry, am I intruding? Are you busy with those other does?
Ah well... Some other time"
Hm, I guess Sianna was nearby?
((bluejay17: She wasn’t
((bluejay17: She wasn’t intruding! Though that was Sianna resting there. She’s been on “good” behavior though for now. And sorry for mooing right in your face like that! That’s not what I was trying to do, it was supposed to me a head tilt, lol. Dang hot keys got mixed up. *button fail!* lol))
Damn, derping keys! Don't
Don't worry about it, she basically just came to say hello, anyway, and then there was all the head tilting and bowing going on to which she was just getting confused XD
Illrose; *cuddles* Consider
Consider this a track. :') ♥
Thanks for the track
I think it's him that my
Sianna couldn't bare to watch
She could remember when he would return nuzzles to her, protect her, keep Gustiro away among many others. He was her everything at the time... and now, something was wrong. She tried over and over to regain his affections, but to no avail... always failed. - Rage had finally built up beyond restraint, and she would charge Levi; ripping and shredding through whoever dared get in her path.
Ren Shi came to her aid... why? Why were certain deer all of a sudden caring? It was mind boggling. Soon after Caen would arrive, this little flash of white somehow managed to kill the scuffle, and then Daneth came... her knight in shining armor. Everything about the fight became a blur. She could hardly remember why she was here... why all of this happened.
Once everything died down and she laid with her stag injured and torn up, she would bury her face into his warm neck. "I give up. I can't keep doing this...", she says discouraged, "I have tried to make things right, but it does not work. What is the point in changing when others are unwilling to?". Sianna would pull from Daneth, struggling to get to all fours. Eyes would then hazily peer over him, "I can not even understand why you want me, why you protect me and why you're here. Out of so many does that are better than me, I will never be perfect, never. I am a mess, do you not see that, Daneth? I am a wreck. ".
Daneth had been lying low the
There position secure, Daneth laid down with the doe. He seethed with anger at the sight of her blood stained pelt and the wounds that marred her. He gathered her to himself and gently cleaned them, licking away the hair and dirt and blood, a fierce protectiveness burning in his heart. A low growl issued from his throat when other deer would wander too close. He had no patience for any of them right now.
At her statement about giving up, he wrapped his neck around her and spoke softly to her, as his rage cooled down and his concern was only for her. “I would fight them to the death for you my love…if it would heal you, if I thought it would. Nobody can change the hearts of others though and fighting them will only make things worse. We’ve only ourselves and our own actions to speak for us. In that we can never give up. I am here for you however you need me to be.” the words echoed from deep in his chest and carried softly as he spoke.
When she struggled to her feet, swaying in front of him, another sweep of anger engulfed him at the sight of her injuries. Despite what he said, he WOULD kill any that tried to harm her, he would not hesitate to bring his force down upon those that attacked her in the future.
“I do want you doe. And I want no other. You are MY wreck,” his protective rage entering his voice. “Only my death will change that.” He stood protectively over her now. His eyes burning holes through any that neared.
Okay, through fiddling with
Oops, almost forgot to add that he has a new picto, courtesy of Quad, thanks a million times over once again. ^^
http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Creek
♥
Hi, this is a late retrack.
It had been quite some time.
Dinah Moon was supposed to be her final fix to this never ending desire for lust, to fill that deep, barren heart devoid of love, at least, staying in love. The doe thought Dinah was her pearl, there would be no other, but even when she was absent Sianna could not hold back, she had to find another to love and comfort her. - Sorog, she had finally destroyed that relationship. There was usually a feeling of satisfaction that washed over her when crippling yet another mind, as morbid as it may of been. The striped bull, though... she never got over it, never. Only a couple of days ago had she tried to confront him, only to find out he had truly lost it. Sianna's mental state dropped rapidly then, and she was ready to prove that she was no coward... she wasn't a coward, and would show him. -- An attempt at suicide; breaking through the cold, gentle surface of the pond during a downpour. The hind was determined to suffer the same fate as her son. If she were to die, she would experience what he had. -- Sorog, for whatever reason, reacted and managed to get her out of the pond. Shortly after he had left... the doe hadn't seen him since.
Now, here stood Daneth, the first stag to make progress with her no matter how much she'd deny it to him, and to others. Sianna was surprised to find him there upon wake, but there was also a feeling of contentment. It had been a long time, too long for her. He suffered, she was sure of it, knew it. She knew what happened when he disappeared. So, he'd undergo torment somewhere else, while the phoenix remained here to suffer her own. Of course, she'd never know the extent of his torture, but she felt connected to him in a way that she'd never be connected to another. He was experiencing physical agony, something she had underwent, and still went through with how many deer here were determined to stand their ground, attack her, abuse her.
"It's good to see you", her voice is low yet pained. It was hard to see him, knowing what he had been through, and what she had put him through upon return each time. The stag was never at peace, then again neither was Sianna, unless she was met with the only outlet available; love. "It's been cold here. When you leave, this world turns to ice. Dead and cold".
It was getting easier. The
He watched her stir. She appeared unharmed and he was glad. Her words hurt though…she’d been suffering, of that he was certain. How long had he been gone? Pangs of guilt for leaving her behind filled him, no matter the choice was not his. What had been happening to her? What of Sorog? He’d left the doe in his care, was he not taking care of her? “I missed you dearly,” he said, the booming sound of his own voice sounding foreign to him. “I fought hard to come back…didn’t know if I could, but I’m here now. I would banish the cold forever if I could.”
Sianna leans into the stag,
The doe had not intended for her words to be painful, she was merely telling him how she felt. It was hard to keep such things bottled up, she couldn't just go to anyone and rant on how bad her heart was hurting because her stag was taken away. It would of been too hard, too complicated to explain anyways. Besides, she felt very reserved about their relationship. Not every deer and their mother needed to know every single detail. What she felt for Daneth, stayed between them.
'I missed you dearly', this lifted a lot of weight. It was always good to know that the bull missed her, that he'd even seek her out despite how much she's put him through. - At his next words she gives a heavy sigh, pressing her weight into him. "You can, Daneth", Sianna winces, fiery tears beginning to build up. She quickly gets it under control, pulling away then looking up to him. "I told you I would share your pain. I've had a lot of time to think". She pauses momentarily as if debating whether or not to purpose what she had been thinking. If he had agreed, what would happen to her? No....no time to think on these things. "I can't be without you. I can't. Wherever you're going... I want to go too. I refuse to be left here alone again. I can't be left here again... I won't be".
The touch of the phoenix doe
At her words he thought on the promises they had made to each other, promises made so long ago now it seemed. And so impossible to keep, though he had tried. Tried so hard. He hadn’t blamed her for moving on…how could she not? With him gone so long and no explanation? No, he had never blamed her. And though he had hated Sorog, he had in the end wanted her to have something…someone to be there for her, when he was ripped from this place. His love for her had never faltered through it all.
But when she talked about sharing his pain it took a moment for him to realize what it was she was speaking of. He looked into her face, tears and pain in her eyes. Take her with him? “Sianna, it’s impossible…you wouldn’t survive…don’t you understand? Where I go…none may pass except through death’s gate…” he struggled to continue, faltering, “You would die…and I might not be able to bring you back…” Could he? Could he take her? He had taken riders there…though his understanding of what they were was confused and hazy. They were terrible, powerful. Controlled him. Yet they needed him to make the journey. He never considered fully what this meant, or if he could carry others as well. He looked into her eyes, “Are things so bad for you…that you would want this?” he asked, sorrow in his deep voice.
Sianna would fall silent,
"I can't stay here alone anymore. I will die here alone. You'll come back and not find me one day... at least, if I die where you go, at least I'm not alone". Sianna had taken note of his tears, and she could feel her own lids burning, the tears swelling. It wouldn't take them long to burst through, trailing down her cheeks, traveling down the bridges of her nose. The doe had felt defeated for so long. This forest was not the place for her, not unless there was a deer to control her. She created catastrophe wherever she set foot. It was taking its toll, everything was backfiring. "Don't let me die alone". Sianna's petite form would quake and tremble. This may of become one of her greatest fears. "Don't leave me here".
“Don't let me die alone”The
The stag sat up. His ice blue eyes gazed down at the phoenix doe. They glowed, pupil-less. “Only the strong can ride a Latharan.” he heard himself say, the voice sounded distant, not his own. The blue eyes held the doe’s unwavering.
Shaking himself, the stag came back to himself. He blinked and the doe came into focus again.
“I don’t know what will happen. I think I can protect you. From the worst of it. But it will hurt. And you might not like what you find there…I can’t promise you I’ll be able to bring you back again. But I won’t deny you…if this is your decision.”
The doe had convinced herself
Her deal with Daneth was no different, but was she truly ready? - The doe would recall the graphic description he'd given her some time ago, about what happened there. Still, desire to be with Daneth, desire to escape this place, and fear of being left alone were steering her in a direction that may have been severely regretted later. In the moment, however, she is unable to see any regret that may come of this decision. Sianna was fully prepared to undergo whatever she was met with in this other world, no matter how painfully grueling it may be.
"At least I'm not alone", she says, sorrow hinted in her tone. "At least my last moments will be with you, and that is all I want... is you".
The stag stood, his gaze
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Sianna hesitates at his
"I'm ready... yeah", her voice is shaky, but she gets everything under control, her posture sturdy, though she was definitely fighting back the trembles that threatened to take over.
The stag watched the doe
“You don’t have to do this…” he whispered, wanting to give her one more chance, a way out. “You could stay here…safe.” or as safe as any place could be. “The Land of the Dead is a…haunted place. Many things there you might not want to find.” he stepped forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “I would be there with you though.”
The phoenix doe had to do
When the stag presses his forehead to hers, she softly closes her eyes and gives a deep sigh. "I can't stay here", she repeats, and for the most part disregards everything else. His comment on 'the land of the dead' went over her head, had not dawned on her yet... "As long as you're there. I'm ready for this".
“As you wish, “ he said,
Lifting his antlered head from her, he looked about the forest. The veil between this world and the next so easily sensed now, he scented it, and he could see it, from the corner of his eye, rippling around him, distorting the air. If he tried to look directly at it, it would slip away, always just barely there, out of reach. The stag could not see it but the Latharan could. His vision of the forest faded and the ripples became more real than the trees and the plants. More real than the doe that stood before him. He looked down on her his blue eyes glowing, pupil-less, seeing things that could not be seen.
“Follow me,” he said, turning and heading toward the playground. Instinct drove him. This was the way. Climbing the highest rock, he peered out over the land, unseeing. His glowing eyes watching the dancing ripples of the veil. “Climb on,” he said simply, leaning down to make the task easier for her. The doe did as he asked and once feeling she was secure, he stood again to his full height and unfurled his great massive wings, concentrating on the task at hand. He’d never done this before but it felt right. He knew how to do this. Sparing a thought for his passenger, he spoke, “You must hang on, don’t let go, whatever happens, don’t let go.” and with that, he leapt, the muscles of his haunches sprang him forward, the wings reached out, catching the wind, gave one labored beat and they were propelled into the sky. Through the veil, it opened before him and in a harsh transition they were suddenly engulfed in ice cold air that stung the air bit like daggers when breathed in. Fog so thick, it enveloped them, the ground, the sky, everything disappeared. Pain ripped over him, the sensation of his skin peeling back, agony pulling at every part of him. He didn’t falter though, his wings beat strongly. The wind howled past them carrying not only the rushing of air but the howling of…voices. Claws reached out, tugged and pulled, snatched at him, but they slipped off unable to maintain a grasp. His rider was likewise safe from them as well, as long as she was on his back, she was protected. He fought forward, still feeling his body changing, skin splitting, reforming over the roiling muscles as he surged forward through the icy mist. He flew on, hooves pawing, cutting through the mists, his wings slicing through it. He was made for this, this place fought him, did not welcome him, but it could not stop him.
On and on he flew as pain of the transformation receded, his powerful form unceasing. At one point the mist changed, it became a thick scorching smoke, flames licked all around so close it singed, burned the lungs. Terrible howls pursued them. None of it could stop him though. After an eternity of flying, the mists and the smokes parted and a dark land was visible. The winged stag circled and came to a light landing, taking a few trotting steps, breathing heavily, snorting and pawing at the dry cracked earth now beneath his hooves. They stood on a hill, a spindly dead tree next to them, it’s branches wicked and sharp. Nothing grew from the black dry ground. Blue night surrounded them, casting everything in grey tones. In the distance hard to discern where buildings and dark trees.
Remembering now his rider, he lowered himself to the ground, “We are here,” he said, his head falling to his chest, still breathing heavily. His glowing eyes the strongest light to be seen.
'As you wish', he'd never
The phoenix doe would follow, but not without underlying doubt emerging more-so than before. She simply let silence fall upon them as they make their way to the highest rock at the playground. Sianna could feel a tightness clenching at her chest, while her anxieties took way across her legs; a tingling, nervous sensation that split between them. Her eyes would not leave the ground as she let everything come together, what she had actually agreed to. Not only that, but what she'd be leaving behind... what friends she had, past relationships. While present, the dull thought of death lingered in her mind alongside the possibility of not returning. It was just that, dull, almost unreal.
Finally reaching the rock she'd hear 'Climb on', without hesitation she does so, now residing on his back. 'You must hang on, don’t let go, whatever happens, don’t let go', this plays over in her head. How would she have ever managed to hang on with nothing more than her hooves? There was little time to think on it. Quickly after, the stag had bounded forward with amazing force, that single, powerful beat of his wings sending them further, closer to this transition. Somehow, miraculously, the doe manages to hunker herself and dead weight into him, hook those sharp hooves into thick flesh in order to hang on, at least to the best of her ability. Soon, they finally break through the barrier into another world. Sianna can feel the change immediately. Chilled, icy winds whipping and lashing across her form. With each breath, it stung like a thousand needles, felt like her lungs froze over and would collapse, like they had shrunken. - Dealing with all of this, pain and all, shrilling herself due to what felt like being skinned alive, she did not take the time to observe, those eyes were clenched tightly, missing the thick fog that surrounded them. However, through howling winds would come agonized voices followed by reaching hands. Of course, she was safe atop her mount, but it elicited a hallow cry in fear, likely drowned out from the blistering, sharp wind.
From ice would come fire. The sudden change made her cough violently, now inhaling thick, smothering smoke, getting quite a lungful of it... but the mists and smoke would finally disperse, and for the first time Sianna opens her eyes. She can see a dark landscape shadowed by the silhouettes of tall ridges. - She would become rattled when they finally made their landing, those powerful trotting steps making her cling to him tighter... but when they come to a stop, she cautiously peeks over to one side, resting those eyes onto the cracked earth, watching those splayed hooves paw at it. Shortly after she finally loosens her grip some, head risen, observing the barren landscape. All that seemed to exist was themselves, a sickly, thin tree, and perhaps, something further in the distance, but she was not able to make it out.
It was good to know that they had made the transition successfully, no matter how painful. She wasn't dead, not yet anyways, and this brought a feeling of confidence. Despite that feeling, though, Sianna could still feel the prickling from icy, relentless winds. Her innards felt chilled, yet upon that quick change in climate still felt a lingering tickle in her throat which would make her involuntarily cough from time to time. In combination, her chest felt swelled and ready to burst. Physically, she felt beaten and exhausted, but there was also a wave of adrenaline overrunning her. That, curiosity, and a drive to not 'let in' so early were the only things keeping her going at the moment. - Sianna would fully sit up on Daneth's back now... and something strange, something finally occurred to her. Eyes gaze down, and there... not hooves... but hands. There is an instant wave of shock, fear, and it would build up to a gasp from sheer horror. Those hands quickly run across the smooth skin of her arms, across her chest, along her thighs. "D...Daneth", she finally speaks, stutters his name, her tone low, but surprised. "Human?", she says questioningly, "No.. NO", Sianna feels panic, hands grasping at her head, fingertips becoming entangled in short, silk-felt hair. "This is all wrong... it's wrong".
The stag’s scorched lungs
The sound of her voice broke through all that, she was saying his name, it brought him to himself. Sianna, she was here. He had carried her and she had lived. She was panicked. The stag turned his head, set his blue glowing eyes upon her…and saw a woman their on his back. Her white skin glowing faintly in the blue light cast from his eyes. “Sianna,” he says, his deep voice even and calm, “It is alright. Things are as they should be. It is your true form.” he reassures. He hadn’t thought of it. When he came here, he had been slowly changed into what he had been before…a Latharan. It did not surprise him now, that she would be as she was before she had come to the forest. His glowing eyes moved over her form, looking for signs of injury but he saw none. But she was vulnerable in this form. It was harsh here, not meant for living beings. She was alive. He looked down at her bare feet and exposed skin. “Stay on my back, I will carry you,” he said, rising back upon his feet, strong and steady now. He gazed out upon the gray desolate landscape, his eyes spying some low lying buildings not far off.
She knew this was her true
"What happens here?", the thought crosses her mind and so she questions. By now, Sianna had a clear understanding of what this place was, but what she didn't know was what actually happened here, the extent of suffering, sorrow, torture.
Gazing over the desolate
At her question, he eyes flicker again, as brief uncertainty washes over him, What happens here? his step falters and he pauses. “This is the Land of the Dead,” he answered, his voice still deep , booming even in this desolate landscape, alive and vibrant when everything else was gray. “What happens here, depends on the minds that reside here. There are many…possibilities.” he said, trying to find words to describe the complexity of this place. “It is a reflection of the mind of those who reside here. It is not all the same. We will try to find someplace more…hospitable.”
Ooh, hello~ /track
/track
Hello ^_^ Thanks for the
Tracking as well~ Haha, I
Haha, I think Sorrel tried to flirt with him quite a bit today.
She probably gave up too, but it was fun just hanging around
Daneth enjoyed Sorrel's