((Yeah, I don’t know either, sorry. It’s all a big mystery to me, I meddle with stuff I do not understand, lol! Before when this would happen, you could go back and edit the original post that caused the initial font problem…but you can’t edit your post anymore I’ve noticed. Blerg! I don’t know what’s up with that. ;_;))
The large stag, head against her chest was muttering in his delirium, fighting an invisible demon. Herla fretted over him, licking his face and feeling how hot it felt. But not as hot as a blood infection. This seemed more from exhaustion and blood loss. She murmured reassuring things to him. She did not know him well, but he was helpless now and injured. She had to stay by his side. She was no longer afraid of him, but of what other’s might do to him if they saw his condition. He had made several enemies that night. She continued to keep an eye out. She had no idea what she would do if any of them tried to attack now. Hopefully…they would listen to her. It was the only defense she had for them. “I won’t leave you, Sorog. Rest. Rest now.”
(Meep, you guys are right, it must be the italics! Gah, I wish I could go back and change it...ah well. Curse that fleeting edit button! /flail I will definitely be more careful, hehe. And, thank you Ravus; you aren't intruding at all! <3)
((Hmm...now that Sorog is asleep, would you like to end the RP for now? I am not sure what else he and Herla could do since it pretty much summed up what happened the other day. But, it's up to you! I'm always up for RPing, so I really don't mind. Any ideas are welcome! c8 Also, for the millionth time...gah, Herla is so freaking cute~ DX))
((Yup, it’s kind of at that, “then they fell asleep” stage, lol. Sounds like a good place to end. Now we can see what happens next! This is where in forest events always give me ideas. Hmmm...))
(Lol, pretty cliche, but it works! XD Oh yes, absolutely. Sorog had a bit of a fit earlier, but nothing too dramatic came out of it other than a brief scuffle with Xetkal, the skulled stag standing over the doe next to him and Herla. It was a misunderstanding, though. Hm... I'll try to avoid getting Sorog into fights until he's a little more healed, though...but he might have a couple more brief skirmishes. Psh, stags. 8P)
((Herla and Xetkal met earlier this evening, they rested together in a flower patch, so that’s probably why he felt he needed to protect her from Sorog when he was being Sorog and rearing at things and getting pissy, lol! When Xetkal and Sorog started their scuffle, Herla does what she normally does now when two stags are fighting, hides behinds a tree and cringes. She tries to get out of the way and let them duke it out. Being under trampling stag legs is not a safe place for a little doe. She beckoned Galene the blue doe to come sit with her too behind the tree while that was happening. She didn’t want the doe to be injured either. ))
(Ohh, I see! That is very good to know; I was wondering why Xetkal just randomly came over and began to taunt at Sorog, lol! Sorog just became ticked because Xetkal got in his space when he was trying to get closer to Herla. But, he didn't intend on turning the scuffle into a full-blown fight since he's already injured and figured that fighting Xetkal would not be worth the trouble. That is so sweet that she sat with Galene, too; I checked her bio and saw that's she's preggers, so no wonder Xetkal was so protective! XD Geez, thank goodness we have the community so we can explain situations like these! =P)
Hi! Very interesting character, perhaps we'll meet him in the forest someday! But for now I want to compliment you on this beautifull layout and the ability to play such different characters so well..
Oh! Is Reed the one with the real deer pelt, no mask and zombie antlers (before that, he had the default antlers)? Sorog was having one of his moments; he believed that Reed was taunting him, and so being a roid-raging stag he turned the whole thing into a fight, lol XD; He's calmed down now; he had to force himself to stop because he is still injured. Speaking of which, I will update his health accordingly. c8
"What was that, stag? Are you afraid of another stag acknowledging you? I mean no harm, not today. For that matter, you sure don't seem to be in a state to be a threat to me."
Oh, I see! I am terribly sorry about that; Sorog thought that there was an actual fight going on, and so he started to rear and taunt as he watched. I think that Reed got too close to him and taunted (can't really remember, gah), and so that was enough to make Sorog all spazzy DX I'm sorry for any misunderstanding; Sorog's just very territorial and ragin' on roids. For what it's worth, it was a good fight; Reed is fast! XD
Sorog glowered at the giant, dark stag who spoke. Panting, he leaned his shoulder against a birch tree as he tried to collect his thoughts and breath. He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid, getting in a fight while he was still healing. To make matters worse, Herla had seen him fight Reed. If she didn't think lowly of him before, surely she must think as such now.
Clenching his jaw, Sorog raised his eyes to meet Gehirn's own. "You are not worth my time or energy, stag. I do not fear you. Just stay away, and don't touch me," Sorog spat, shaking his antlers in frustration.
An ever so slight smirk started to become visible on the Irish his face. His dark red eyes locked with the reddish coloured stag in front of him. "Stay away? Alright then, if that is what you wish." He lifted his head, his antlers towering above. The smirk still had not left. "I only came here as I followed Herla. I have no interest in you whatsoever, but it seems you can't keep your eyes off of her." By now, he was grinning. "I figured I'd atleast try to acknowledge the stag's around her. Hostility is a very tiring business. You must have noticed." The irish gave a small nod towards the stags wounds. It surely didn't seem like the best idea to be challenging a stag like Reed. "But, no problem. Staying away then." Turning his back on Sorog, Gehirn went back to the spot Herla and Ephire were occupying.
When Herla had spotted Sorog fighting with another stag, she had ducked behind a tree to hide. She could see how badly injured he still was and she was terribly upset to see him fighting again, but she did not want her presence to distract him. Why was he always so angry and so keen to challenge every stag that crossed his path? He was going to get himself killed! It pained her to see how fanatically he fought and seeming without sense. His wounds were opening up again and she could smell blood on the air.
And then Gehirn tried to approach him and her jaw clenched in fear and dismay. She cared for Gehrin very much and did not want to see him get hurt. But Sorog was a demon for fighting and she was worried that if Gehirn tried to push matters, it would turn into a vicious battle, and both stags would be gravely injured. “Please, Sorog” she said, her voice wavering,” “You don’t have to fight.”
That smirk was bad enough, but the words... The stag snorted loudly and stamped his hooves, his eyes ablaze with anger. "Do you feel threatened by me, then? Because I happen to be near your precious doe? Perhaps we shall settle matters when I am not bleeding before you," Sorog growled, the fur on his nape and back bristling. He felt a newfound hatred for the giant Irish; if he had not been in a fight previously, he would have lunged at the larger stag. Instead, he stood his ground, every muscle tense and his legs quivering with fury.
He clenched his jaw as Gehirn turned away, and momentarily flicked his gaze to Herla. She was not looking at him, and she did not want to seem to move. The stag snorted again and shook his head in his frustration, and then contemplated whether he should leave. Surely, she would be more content with that obnoxious Irish now that Sorog had made a complete fool of himself in front of her.
The fight was over in a few minutes when Sorog finally walked away from Reed. Perhaps Sorog had wandered too close in the first place, but the other stag was being extremely territorial. And when two territorial stags cross paths, well... He hardly remembered what had happened during the fight. What he now knew, however, was that he was once again reduced to bleeding and leaning against a tree for support.
He had seen Herla approach in the middle of the fight, and his heart had clenched in fear. He suddenly didn't want to fight in front of her, but Reed was persistent. Sorog had no choice, but now Herla was once again afraid of him. When Sorog laid eyes on the Irish, he didn't even care; Gehirn did not give off an aggressive air when he approached, and so Sorog would not have attacked him even if he were completely healed. He was too upset and angry to think straight, too embarrassed.
Herla's quavering voice made him look up, his gaze meeting hers from several feet away. He let out a defeated sight, his posture now slumping almost submissively. He simply felt ashamed. "I...I have to..." he replied in a low voice, almost a whisper. He doubted Herla had not heard his response. She couldn't understand...no one could. He had to do this...
@ ravynn ~ Thank you! I am sorry that Sorog and your doe didn't meet under better circumstances; he's a very hot-headed fellow, lol. XD;
"Threatened by you?" He let out a slight chuckle. "I have to say, you look like a good fighter, but you don't seem to do very well at.. Hm. How to say, spreading energy? I love a good match." The black giant nodded. "But even I know when to stop. There are more important things in life.."
He raised his eyebrows at Sorog's outburst. "Well now, stag. Herla is not my doe, she is her own. Ofcourse though, she is a pretty thing and I would hate to see her get harmed by overly agressive stags, like yourself." For a moment, his eyes narrowed. Though it seemed Herla was concerned about this stag's wellbeing. He nodded at her words. "Wouldn't be a bad idea to listen to her. I am not posing a threat, please get that into that thick skull of yours." Gehirn scratched the ground with his hoof momentarily. "But hey, things can change if you try to harm her. Then maybe I will.
The boiling within Sorog suddenly intensified tenfold, and with a thundering bellow he reared up to his full height and slammed his hooves against the ground, throwing his antlers wildly, "I would never hurt her!" he roared, hunching over and breathing heavily after his sudden outburst. His eyes were wild, his body set to spring. That Irish sure talked big, and had such nerve to mock the enraged stag. Sorog wanted to say so much more, but he could not find the words; he hadn't felt so enraged in a long time, and yet he could not move. It was baffling, and overwhelming.
"Calm down." Gehirn snarled. "You are surely not behaving like it. To me, and I bet to her as well, you look like a stag that can't control his rage. I will not let you near her unless you proove me you can be calm as well." The irish stood his ground, head held high. This stag was posing a threat, and even though he didn't feel like attacking a wounded stag at all, he would defend himself and Herla if needed. "Don't act like a fool. Calm down."
"Don't you dare order me," Sorog growled, and then began to circling the birch tree that he stood beside out of nervous habit. He soon stopped to face Gehirn again, snorting in disgust. "Are you her keeper? I can be near her as I damn please! Perhaps she should decide if my company is wanted, not you," he spat, ignoring the Irish's plea to calm down. No...Sorog would be calm when the Irish would leave. His blood was boiling too highly to calm down, anyway, and the larger stag's presence wasn't helping. If he could be by Herla, he'd be calm...but the Irish was denying him this. The nerve...
Behind Herla and Gehirn, a small distance away, stands another stag. He is huge, even bigger than the irish, and his pelt is a midnight blue, almost black. Most of his face is hidden behind a black raven mask and his likewise black hair almost touches the ground. He says nothing, just watches the heated discussion waver back and forth between the two stags.
The wounded stag seems to have attracted yet another's interest.
(I think he is a little bit bigger than Gehirn, at least. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mis!)
(Hey there, Apeldille! Thank you; Sorog's just throwing a fit as usual, lol. I don't believe any of my deer have met Ephire yet...that must change! DX)
Herla had met stags like Sorog before, stags that had basically decided to destroy themselves by taking on and fighting others until they were overwhelmed and killed. Death by the horn. And now he was taking on one of the largest stags in the forest, one who wasn’t injured and exhausted from days of fighting. Gehirn was immense and he was committed to protecting her from any perceived dangers. She was afraid to get between them, less she instigate any further hostilities, tensions where high, and Sorog was unraveling even further right before her eyes. But she took a brave step forward. “Sorog, you will destroy yourself.” another step, looking over her shoulder at Gehirn, his features tense, before facing Sorog and looking into his eyes, “Don’t do this, there is no need to throw away your life.” she said, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.
The irish shook his head. "And here I am trying to be friendly. Perhaps I need to stop trying.." Gehirn let out a deep breath. "Honestly, did you take a good look at yourself? You need a tree to keep yourself upright. I am not her keeper, I am her friend. What about you?" He watched the small doe try and approach Sorog. She seemed upset. "He can curse at me all he wants, Herla. I won't be the one attacking him. Nor will I return his agression if he comes at me." At that sentence, he lifted his eyes again to look at Sorog. He was, quite angry. But he would not be the one putting on the bad image here. If Sorog wanted to attack him, he could go ahead. Gehirn would not defend himself. "This stag of yours needs to control his temper a little, love."
(Oh, I think that's quite correct Eph! <3 I drew them in that fasion as well, Eph slightly bigger than Gehirn!)
Sorog tried to block out everything Gehirn was saying to him. He didn't want to listen, for he did not want to grow angrier. He had already made himself out to be a demon in front of the doe; he didn't need the Irish's taunts stirring his blood even more. Herla's soft voice made Sorog freeze, and he looked up at her with a different expression in his eyes. It was that of sadness, of shame and humility. Simply hearing her speak, however, caused him to slump again and take a step back. She was right...there was no point. Not now, anyway. But the caring tone in her voice, the genuine concern...the tears. Sorog's heart clenched, and he had to hold himself back from running over and comforting the doe. But no...Gehirn still stood over her possessively. Sorog hated him with all of his being...
Defeated, Sorog laid down at the base of the tree once more and regarded Herla with tired eyes. He felt like he was losing himself more and more each day. "I am sorry, Herla," he whispered, closing his eyes. He wanted to explain how he couldn't help it, how he must be the way he is...but what was the point? She saw him as a ruthless brute, nothing more. And yet, he was a ruthless brute...but he knew that he would never harm her. Right now, he wanted to harm Gehirn for being too close to her and mocking him the way he did.
She felt warmth in her heart for the large black stag, he could have destroyed the red stag now, but instead he showed restraint. A lot of stags would not have been able to resist the angry taunts of another stag, even one so injured. “Gehirn, thank you.” she said, a tense smile on her face. She took another hesitant step towards Sorog. When he slumped to the ground, she wanted to run to him, but she held herself back. He was very angry, maybe he did not want her close. She took another tentative step forward, keeping her face slightly averted and tucked into her feather mantle. She came closer until she was standing beside him, his head almost touching her neck. “Sorog,” she said gently.
Gehirn nodded at the smaller does words. "Hm. If you trust him, then that is enough for me. But please, atleast be careful." He pleaded, giving her a small nudge with his nose, before standing up. He only glared the wounded stag in front of them. If he was to hurt Herla, he surely would regret it later. He could count on that. The black giant turned, walking away from the scene. He passed Ephire quickly, exchanging a goodbye with him. Gehirn seemed worried but, he was not one to choose for another anymore. Far too many arguments had been thrown onto his plate lately.
And he knew when he was done with them.
(AKA I have to go. See you guys next time, had fun rping! <3 Thanks!)
The stag's eyes opened when Herla spoke his name. Her voice was sweet and gentle, as always. He felt warmth spread within him that only grew stronger when his eyes lifted to meet hers. She seemed so scared...and yet, here she was before him. He did not understand why she would even come near him after all he had done.
Sorog gazed at Herla for a long moment, his eyes soft and tired. And then, slowly, he extended his neck and sniffed gently at the feathers hanging beside her neck. He completely ignored Gehirn even as the Irish began to walk away, but nevertheless he felt a huge wave of relief come over him. He was no longer angry now that the stag was gone; instead, he was just tired and ashamed. But at the same time, he was grateful that despite everything the doe had chosen to come closer to him and give him company. Tentatively, he sniffed her again gingerly, and then let out a long sigh. What was he doing?
(Eep, no worries Misa! Thank you for the RP, I really enjoyed it! :> <3)
((Misako, wonderful to RP with you as usual! Good night! ))
Trust him? She thought at Gehirn’s words. She couldn’t quite say she trusted Sorog, she was even still a little afraid of him, she knew his anger could easily burn her if she was not careful. But he was in such pain and suffering so much, something was driving him so hard and she wanted to help. The way he had looked at her, as if pleading. She wanted to stop the pain and ease his anger. When he tentatively sniffed her and let out a sigh, she let out a breathe she didn’t know she had been holding herself. She gently leaned her throat into him so her feather mantle spread around his face and his head rested nestled below her jaw line. “Sorog,” she whispered again. “I am here if you like.”
(D'aw...this is so cute! I am having so much fun with this since I'm still piecing together Sorog's personality and such. Yay, character development!)
Sorog was not sure why, but for once he did not draw away when his head touched Herla's neck. Rather, he found himself gently leaning into the touch, his body finally beginning to relax. Another sigh escaped him, and he looked up at the small doe with a look of mild bewilderment in his eyes. No other deer would dare to get so close to him. Herla was not like them... "Herla..." he began softly, but then bit his lip and gently nudged her neck. The shielding effect of her feathers helped; no one else would see the weakness and embarrassment upon his face. The mighty stag seeking the comfort of a doe...Gods helped him if he were to be mocked for that. It didn't seem to matter very much now, however. He was just grateful to have her near. "Thank you..."
Herla let out a contented sigh as he pressed into her neck and gently nuzzled her. Her muscles relaxing a little as he seemed to melt into her, needing what? Strength it seemed. She stood embracing him as such and let his face rest within her feathered crown. She heard him speak her name so gently…and thank her. She stood, leaning there, his warm breath brushing against her neck. She sighed again.
She could smell his blood. He had been so injured and he had fought again. If he kept down this path… “Why…” but she cut herself off. Why do you fight, she wanted to ask. Why do you throw your life away? She wanted to say. But she didn’t, she just wanted to hold him like this and protect him from himself.
The stag blinked when Herla suddenly stood, but was relieved that she did not back away. So much kindness...what did he do to deserve it? He did his best to ignore his fresh, albeit minor, injuries; they only served as a painful reminder of his foolishness. Sorog's ears pulled back a little at the question, and with a defeated sigh he silently nudged his muzzle against her neck again. Why, indeed. Sometimes he asked himself this, but he always came back with the same answer: because he must. "It does not matter," he replied quietly, closing his eyes. "I am sorry that I am causing you distress. I just...you don't need to be here with me, if you don't want to," the stag continued after a short pause. The softness in his own voice sounded surreal. Who was the last deer that he spoke to with such a tone other than Herla? He could not remember...
She did not push the matter when he would not elaborate. For now he was resting and she wanted him to stay that way, his wounds needed to stop bleeding. The pain in his voice when he told her she didn’t have to stay was heart breaking. “Shhh, shhh, now.” she whispered softly, “ I will not leave you…unless you tell me too,” she said and gently, tentatively nuzzled at his face, licking between his brow and grooming behind his ear. Gently, trying not to disturb any of his wounds as she did so, she sat nestled beside him and continued her grooming down his neck. She set carefully around the wounds, cleaning around the new gouges that blemished his hide.
The stag sighed quietly in relief when she reassured him, and the gentle shushing noises she made were oddly soothing. He could not help but flinch slightly when she licked his brow and his ear, but the touch filled him with such warmth that he closed his eyes and eventually relaxed, a content murr forming in his chest. A light shiver traveled down his spine as Herla groomed his neck and his injuries, and he found himself missing that gentle attention. He felt strange...light, warm, content. He wished that Herla did not worry over him, but at the same time he was grateful and relieved. He had been enemies with other deer for so long that he had forgotten how wonderful it felt to receive and return affection.
Sorog gaze at her passively, his grey eyes bearing a rare gentleness. "Herla, you are so kind to me...but I do not know why. I...I must thank you for everything," he whispered, giving her nape a gentle nudge. He paused for a moment, contemplating, and then began to gently groom her fur as well. It was the least he could do, as clumsy and awkward as he was at such gestures.
@ Unplugged ~ Right? I was literally just thinking that a little while ago! XD It's pretty reassuring; I'm glad that he has gotten the attention of others. I do hope that more interesting RPs will come out of it! c8
Herla could feel the stag relaxing further under her ministrations. His gentle thanks warming her heart. His wounds taken care of she prolonged the contact, grooming along his neck. When he tentatively mouthed at her own neck and groomed her she started slightly in surprise then relaxed into his touch and closed her eyes. A softly whispered, “Mmmm,” escaping from her lips as some of the fear and tension she’d been holding inside melted away by degrees. She allowed herself to draw comfort from his warm body next to her’s.
Sorog hadn't felt so comfortable and relaxed in a while, especially since Herla seemed to no longer be nervous or afraid. His ears swiveled to the soft noise she made, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile. He shifted his body a little 'til his belly touched the doe's side, and he laid his head down with his cheek lightly brushing against the fur on her chest. Another long, content sigh escaped him, the warmth of the doe's body pleasant and welcomed. His eyelids drooped as he lay there, and he eventually gave in to his weariness. He needed to rest and heal, not just for himself but for Herla as well. He couldn't bear to see her suffer from his rash actions. He did not want to fight before her...but it was not that easy. He couldn't just walk away from a challenge; it was next to impossible for him. But for now, he would try not to worry about it, and concentrated on the company he had.
When the stag wrapped his neck around her and closed his eyes to sleep, Herla gave a contented sigh and buried her face into his neck fur. She gave into her own exhaustion and let herself drift off, secure in the stag’s embrace. She always slept better with a strong stag next to her, her own insecurities and fears a horrible plague at times. She gave a little shiver and burrowed her face closer to the stag, a shaky sigh escaping from her. “No, thank you. she said very softly.
((Yeah, I don’t know either,
The large stag, head against her chest was muttering in his delirium, fighting an invisible demon. Herla fretted over him, licking his face and feeling how hot it felt. But not as hot as a blood infection. This seemed more from exhaustion and blood loss. She murmured reassuring things to him. She did not know him well, but he was helpless now and injured. She had to stay by his side. She was no longer afraid of him, but of what other’s might do to him if they saw his condition. He had made several enemies that night. She continued to keep an eye out. She had no idea what she would do if any of them tried to attack now. Hopefully…they would listen to her. It was the only defense she had for them. “I won’t leave you, Sorog. Rest. Rest now.”
(Edited because we're on page
((Yay! New page fixed leak!
((Hey Ravus
(Meep, you guys are right, it
((Hmm...now that Sorog is asleep, would you like to end the RP for now? I am not sure what else he and Herla could do since it pretty much summed up what happened the other day. But, it's up to you! I'm always up for RPing, so I really don't mind. Any ideas are welcome! c8 Also, for the millionth time...gah, Herla is so freaking cute~ DX))
((Yup, it’s kind of at that,
(Lol, pretty cliche, but it
((Herla and Xetkal met
GAAAAAAAAW :3 That is all.
That is all.
(Ohh, I see! That is very
Lol, Shiori! XD
Silence told me to tell you
Silence told me to tell you that he likes Sorog's mask. xDD'
But seriously, I am quite curious of this fellow.
Excellent CSS, by the way.
Hi! Very interesting
@ shimmy ~ Ah! Well, I quite
@ Misako ~ I look forward to having Sorog meet your deer, Misako! And, thank you so very much; that truly means a lot~ ♥
Ah, so this is the one who is
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Oh! Is Reed the one with the
Yes, that is Reed. (: Ravyn
LOL, you kinda spooked me. There was a flower spar thing going on, and all of a sudden, BOOM, Sorog was there, hahaha.
"What was that, stag? Are you
Oh, I see! I am terribly
Sorog glowered at the giant,
Clenching his jaw, Sorog raised his eyes to meet Gehirn's own. "You are not worth my time or energy, stag. I do not fear you. Just stay away, and don't touch me," Sorog spat, shaking his antlers in frustration.
I had a feeling he thought
Lol yes, Reed is pretty fast.
Oh, good! *whew* Indeed, a
An ever so slight smirk
you've caught my doe's
When Herla had spotted Sorog
And then Gehirn tried to approach him and her jaw clenched in fear and dismay. She cared for Gehrin very much and did not want to see him get hurt. But Sorog was a demon for fighting and she was worried that if Gehirn tried to push matters, it would turn into a vicious battle, and both stags would be gravely injured. “Please, Sorog” she said, her voice wavering,” “You don’t have to fight.”
That smirk was bad enough,
He clenched his jaw as Gehirn turned away, and momentarily flicked his gaze to Herla. She was not looking at him, and she did not want to seem to move. The stag snorted again and shook his head in his frustration, and then contemplated whether he should leave. Surely, she would be more content with that obnoxious Irish now that Sorog had made a complete fool of himself in front of her.
@ Lady ~ The fight was over
The fight was over in a few minutes when Sorog finally walked away from Reed. Perhaps Sorog had wandered too close in the first place, but the other stag was being extremely territorial. And when two territorial stags cross paths, well... He hardly remembered what had happened during the fight. What he now knew, however, was that he was once again reduced to bleeding and leaning against a tree for support.
He had seen Herla approach in the middle of the fight, and his heart had clenched in fear. He suddenly didn't want to fight in front of her, but Reed was persistent. Sorog had no choice, but now Herla was once again afraid of him. When Sorog laid eyes on the Irish, he didn't even care; Gehirn did not give off an aggressive air when he approached, and so Sorog would not have attacked him even if he were completely healed. He was too upset and angry to think straight, too embarrassed.
Herla's quavering voice made him look up, his gaze meeting hers from several feet away. He let out a defeated sight, his posture now slumping almost submissively. He simply felt ashamed. "I...I have to..." he replied in a low voice, almost a whisper. He doubted Herla had not heard his response. She couldn't understand...no one could. He had to do this...
@ ravynn ~ Thank you! I am sorry that Sorog and your doe didn't meet under better circumstances; he's a very hot-headed fellow, lol. XD;
"Threatened by you?" He let
He raised his eyebrows at Sorog's outburst. "Well now, stag. Herla is not my doe, she is her own. Ofcourse though, she is a pretty thing and I would hate to see her get harmed by overly agressive stags, like yourself." For a moment, his eyes narrowed. Though it seemed Herla was concerned about this stag's wellbeing. He nodded at her words. "Wouldn't be a bad idea to listen to her. I am not posing a threat, please get that into that thick skull of yours." Gehirn scratched the ground with his hoof momentarily. "But hey, things can change if you try to harm her. Then maybe I will.
The boiling within Sorog
"Calm down." Gehirn snarled.
"Don't you dare order me,"
Behind Herla and Gehirn, a
The wounded stag seems to have attracted yet another's interest.
(I think he is a little bit bigger than Gehirn, at least. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mis!)
(Hey there, Apeldille! Thank
Herla had met stags like
(( I am so slow with my typing, sorry guys! ))
The irish shook his head.
(Oh, I think that's quite correct Eph! <3 I drew them in that fasion as well, Eph slightly bigger than Gehirn!)
Sorog tried to block out
Defeated, Sorog laid down at the base of the tree once more and regarded Herla with tired eyes. He felt like he was losing himself more and more each day. "I am sorry, Herla," he whispered, closing his eyes. He wanted to explain how he couldn't help it, how he must be the way he is...but what was the point? She saw him as a ruthless brute, nothing more. And yet, he was a ruthless brute...but he knew that he would never harm her. Right now, he wanted to harm Gehirn for being too close to her and mocking him the way he did.
She felt warmth in her heart
Gehirn nodded at the smaller
And he knew when he was done with them.
(AKA I have to go. See you guys next time, had fun rping! <3 Thanks!)
The stag's eyes opened when
Sorog gazed at Herla for a long moment, his eyes soft and tired. And then, slowly, he extended his neck and sniffed gently at the feathers hanging beside her neck. He completely ignored Gehirn even as the Irish began to walk away, but nevertheless he felt a huge wave of relief come over him. He was no longer angry now that the stag was gone; instead, he was just tired and ashamed. But at the same time, he was grateful that despite everything the doe had chosen to come closer to him and give him company. Tentatively, he sniffed her again gingerly, and then let out a long sigh. What was he doing?
(Eep, no worries Misa! Thank you for the RP, I really enjoyed it! :> <3)
((Misako, wonderful to RP
Trust him? She thought at Gehirn’s words. She couldn’t quite say she trusted Sorog, she was even still a little afraid of him, she knew his anger could easily burn her if she was not careful. But he was in such pain and suffering so much, something was driving him so hard and she wanted to help. The way he had looked at her, as if pleading. She wanted to stop the pain and ease his anger. When he tentatively sniffed her and let out a sigh, she let out a breathe she didn’t know she had been holding herself. She gently leaned her throat into him so her feather mantle spread around his face and his head rested nestled below her jaw line. “Sorog,” she whispered again. “I am here if you like.”
(D'aw...this is so cute! I am
Sorog was not sure why, but for once he did not draw away when his head touched Herla's neck. Rather, he found himself gently leaning into the touch, his body finally beginning to relax. Another sigh escaped him, and he looked up at the small doe with a look of mild bewilderment in his eyes. No other deer would dare to get so close to him. Herla was not like them... "Herla..." he began softly, but then bit his lip and gently nudged her neck. The shielding effect of her feathers helped; no one else would see the weakness and embarrassment upon his face. The mighty stag seeking the comfort of a doe...Gods helped him if he were to be mocked for that. It didn't seem to matter very much now, however. He was just grateful to have her near. "Thank you..."
Herla let out a contented
She could smell his blood. He had been so injured and he had fought again. If he kept down this path… “Why…” but she cut herself off. Why do you fight, she wanted to ask. Why do you throw your life away? She wanted to say. But she didn’t, she just wanted to hold him like this and protect him from himself.
The stag blinked when Herla
She did not push the matter
Wow.. three days since this
The stag sighed quietly in
Sorog gaze at her passively, his grey eyes bearing a rare gentleness. "Herla, you are so kind to me...but I do not know why. I...I must thank you for everything," he whispered, giving her nape a gentle nudge. He paused for a moment, contemplating, and then began to gently groom her fur as well. It was the least he could do, as clumsy and awkward as he was at such gestures.
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Herla could feel the stag
Sorog hadn't felt so
When the stag wrapped his