haha thank you! i hope he doesn't frighten sabastion too badly.

Yay! I'll just slap a post down, then. c:

Ly moved slowly about, drifting toward The Playground with fear in every step. The night terrified him like this. Taunting and silent and laughing at him. He felt whispered to in the cold, misty depths of night. He sought warmth and perhaps some comfort in this new sanctuary. He stopped short when he saw the figure sitting there on the largest rock. He didn't want to be afraid, but it was inevitable. He timidly approached, "H-hello?"
It smelled like a stag, he decided this as he moved closer. His steps got quiter and quiter with his growing fear. His bells sang a little as he mistepped. He hissed at them in his mind, wishing them to quiet. "H.. Hello?" He asked again.

Sabastion was lost in thought again, but there was hardly ever a time when he was not. A pleasant humming swirled in his ears, in his very soul. His eyes were fixated on some indiscernible point on the horizon, looking but not seeing. They were glazed over slightly, unblinking as he drifted through that endless, waking dream. Indeed, this was a way of life, sleeping while awake.

An ear suddenly flicked to the sound of a timid voice behind him, and the trance was immediately broken. So untrustworthy was he of his surroundings that he was on his feet in an instant, his eyes wide and fully alert from behind the skull that he wore upon his head. It was not as he had feared, however: his visitor was in fact not threatening at all. There was a charming look about the smaller stag, his blonde curls giving him a touch of innocence and youth. A gentle smile tugged at Sabastion's lips, and he offered a half-bow from where he stood. "Hello," he began softly, his own voice bearing a timid tone. "It's alright...I won't hurt you. Are you okay? You look terribly frightened," Sabastion continued, his smile slowly melting into a subtle frown.

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parler - Ooh...that's understandable, certainly! Inevitably witnessing such a thing would frighten Sabastion, but right now he's pretty much at ease just sitting with Dmitri.

Ah, gotcha! I do admit that I am curious as to how he would go about hunting in-game, LOL. Unfortunately I don't have MSN or AIM at the moment; I don't really use either. I tend to avoid instant messengers, but if it comes down to it I will put my contact info on the bio!

LOL yeah, I'm a little out of the loop with the whole MSN thing. You can post your info here if you want, so that I may add you whenever I get it.

Awesome, thank you!

No worries, and likewise! Sabastion enjoyed Dmitri's company as well; hopefully they can meet again soon. 'Night!

Of course! That can definitely be arranged, especially if 1Antidote is up for it. He isn't really afraid at this point, just a little uncomfortable and uncertain with how Bryn has been following him. This is of no offense to Bryn of course, because he's just being friendly. Sabastion's just used to being alone and keeping to himself, so to be followed is a little unnerving to him. But he is definitely making progress, thankfully. X)

LOL! No worries, I'm brain dead most of the time myself! I do think that a RP would help move some progress along. Maybe next time they meet up, since Bryn appears to have poofed, we could start a little session? I'm very curious as to how all three would interact together.

No problem at all! Hm...I don't particularly mind if we start now, but I will have to turn in soon since it's past 5 AM for me. I can manage to get a post or two in, though, or even start the RP if you'd like. Whatever you guys are comfortable with is fine with me.

I can't seem to log in again at the moment, so I think we might have to do without it?
Maybe we should do posting here so that we can each go when we have time?
And i'd rather not start if that's okay. Bryn can stalk into the rp that way /pfft

That's perfectly fine with me! I'll go ahead and start then, and you're right, posting in a blog gives us some more freedom time-wise. I'm not sure if I'll be able to reply right away tonight, but I will as soon as I can. That being said, onward!

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That stag was back, the one with the pale face. As Sabastion gazed at him from the security of the moss-ridden log, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Why this stag insisted on following him, he did not know. However, he was no longer afraid. Oh, he was still wary and a little uncomfortable, but he was also curious. Approaching this mystery stag had been proven unsuccessful on Sabastion's part when an interjecting deer with large antlers spooked him, prompting him to flee. Seeking refuge in the blue bowl and remaining hidden from sight, he was surprised if not a little devastated when the pale-faced stag managed to find him. He had been devastated in the sense that one of his most frequented shelters had proven to be entirely unreliable now that he had been found out. Dejected, Sabastion retreated from the blue bowl shortly thereafter, slipping from under the pale-faced stag's notice.

As he wandered aimlessly, a familiar scent graced his olfactories and prompted him to search his memories. His head was foggy as always, but somehow he was able to place which deer the scent belonged to. Sure enough, as he crested a nearby hill, his eyes locked with Martin's. A sense of great relief overcame the blue buck, and he soon closed the distance between the two and sniffed at the familiar deer. A fond smile formed on his lips, largely obscured by the skull. "Martin...I am very happy to see you. How are you this evening?" Sabastion asked softly, even shyly, and being as awkward as he was he found it very difficult to keep his eyes on Martin's own. The smile remained, however, his ears perked delicately atop his head.

LOL, no worries about Martin's speech color; that's what cursor highlighingt is for! And your post is most certainly not a fail!

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His smile did not wane as Martin responded almost as shyly as he had himself. It was a relief to be able to be on friendly terms with another deer, and a buck no less, that connected with him on a personal level. There was nothing overtly masculine about Martin, which really did put Sabastion at ease. Martin's body was a little smaller and noticeably lither than Sabastion's own, mimicking a doe's frame. How interesting. An ear twitched to a brief whistling of wind, though Martin would not have heard it for it wasn't a natural occurrence. Sometimes the noises were pleasant, but other times...well, he didn't want to think about that.

"I'm doing well, thank you," the blue buck replied softly, his eyes finally shifting up to meet Martin's again. If they were indeed becoming friends, then he needed to learn to at least look him in the eye. It was the polite thing to do. "Although, I guess I'm a little unnerved. That odd stag from the other night...do you remember him? He was watching me tonight, following me. I know he means no harm, but...I don't know what he wants. I just feel so uneasy when I look up and see that he is watching me," Sabastion continued with a small shudder. It wasn't the best small talk, and he felt a little bad for bringing it up, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't have much else to talk about. Sabastion was not a social deer after all; he saw more than he spoke.

LOL. I didn't wanna post my new bio. Anyway, I guess I should try meeting Sabastion whenever I have the time. Sounds good, right friend?

(( I think I went a bit overboard, rofl ))

It was nearing the time when Brynhried knew that Velocity would arrive, and zombie deer would be running through the forest. He had no inclincations to join them; those huge, red antlers were not something he liked. They frightened him far more than the skulls did; he remembered his father in them. A heavy swing of antlers to crash down on him, as a fawn...it was an uncomfortable memory in his mind, and more than once that eve, he found himself cowering at the sight of one wearing them, later embarrased by his actions.

It had been some months since he'd bothered to remember any faces; what some might call friends. He was becoming more confident; atleast, up until this night. He'd beaten his father; he could do it again. Whiteface threw his shoulders forward proudly and kicked at a tree at the thought. There was a lot of chaos in those thoughts; he could defend himself from the one who had brought terror into his whole life, but he was also making him proud and happy at the same time. And inaction was not a choice.

Deciding that maybe this wasn't going to help his mood, Brynhried thought instead of the stag he'd tried to approuch a number of times. First was with his friend; both of them had seemed skittish, and so he'd left them at a distance when they showed discomfort. He didn't want to scare anyone, but he wasn't sure what else to do. So he persisted. When he saw that his friend was gone, he supposed the job would be easier, and for a while it had been; but a stranger had come and ruined that. He'd tried dancing, throwing flowers around, clearly inviting him over. And when he'd made progress, some fool just had to ruin it.

Now, awake and leaving the blue bowl, the large buck sighed impatiently. He wanted some connections in this forest; he'd done very little so far in that way. But when he tried...it had all gone wrong. Hmph. How stupid this whole thing was.

Flicking his now lengthy hair back from his face, Brynhried soon picked up on the trail of the blue-pelted stag, after waiting around and listening. He was with that other one too; double the challenge, especially considering that he didn't know what it was about himself that frightened them. He was coming in close to them, and was probably well into view when he started that cautious slow walk; they were talking, but he didn't hear them from that distance. And just when he was distracted, one of the many zombie deer of the night arrived out of nowhere, sprinting past but coming very close. Whiteface turned on his heels lithely, only to cower and shrink away, burnt orange eyes widening in fear as he saw the rippiling patterns of red.

He kicked out, feeling defenseless, but the stag was well on his way and didn't even notice Brynhried there. And then he was gone.

It was admittedly a little disconcerting when Martin couldn't seem to meet his own eyes, but at the same time Sabastion found some comfort in it. There was no obligation to force himself to act like, well, a normal deer. He was never too fond of looking anyone in the eye anyway. Sadly, he had never trusted anyone enough to do so. But with Martin, he found the task to be a little easier to accomplish. A small frown touched the blue buck's lips when he picked up on the frightened tone in Martin's voice. Just the mere mention of the pale-faced stag was scaring his new friend, and Sabastion mentally berated himself for bringing it up.

When he looked up again, he was surprised to see that Martin was frantically looking him up and down. To his own surprise, he was not entirely uncomfortable with this; after all, Martin seemed more concerned than anything. "I...n-no, he didn't do anything," Sabastion replied quietly, feeling a little flabbergasted. No one had ever asked if he was alright, at least not so sincerely. Even when the distortions got really bad and he stumbled around with a glazed-over expression, the other deer were more prone to fleeing than asking of his welfare. He supposed he couldn't blame them; it must have been an unnerving sight to witness, him crying out to some being who wasn't there and begging for it to leave him alone.

Despite Martin's calm expression, Sabastion could read his disposition very well. His body was stiff, tense, ready to take flight. His chest was heaving and his ears were flicking about; it was easy to see that Martin was very nervous. Taking a step forward, Sabastion tilted his head slightly, his brow knit. "Martin, are you alri-" His voice trailed off and his eyes went wide as a large deer with zombie antlers suddenly burst into his line of vision, a little too close for his taste. The blue buck automatically jumped back with a small cry, and he then gasped when he finally noticed the pale-faced stag. He had followed him as usual, and curiously he too seemed to be in distress due to the zombie deer's sudden appearance. The pale-faced one was not close to them, but he also wasn't far either, and he had begun to buck and kick out his legs in frustration which did nothing for Sabastion's nerves. "H-He's here...he followed me again," the blue buck managed to speak in a strangled voice, his legs locked in place and his anxiety building. He wished he could be strong and brave for his friend, to set an example, but he just couldn't. He was and always would be a coward.

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OMG! 1, I absolutely love this: he looks so sweet, and you draw him so well! You are quite talented; why would you ever say that you don't have art skills? ;; Don't worry about it not being colored, but I'm sure that you wouldn't mess it up at all. After all, you drew him perfectly! <3 Thank you so much dear, and please, don't feel any pressure. He looks wonderful, even without color! T_T

Blissful ignorance was a part of Sabastion's being...well, perhaps not blissful, but there was ignorance nevertheless. And so, even as his eyes were locked on the pale-faced stag that had been following him, he failed to acknowledge the turmoil that crossed the larger stag's features. If he were less jittery and concerned for Martin and himself, Sabastion would see that Bryn was just as frightened as he was.

A soft gasp fell from the blue buck's lips as Whiteface's gaze locked with his own, and he quickly looked away, his nerves climbing steadily. He was walking towards them now, slowly but deliberately. Sabastion's heart raced, his ears turning in every direction as a low humming buzzed in his skull. He could barely think through the noise, and he shook his head violently to clear it as he took another step back. "Martin...what should we do?" he whispered anxiously as he desperately searched the other buck's face for any kind of closure. Oh, hwo strong that instinct of taking flight was...yet something held him back, kept his hooves grounded in the earth.

No problem at all dear, I completely understand! There really is no rush; after all, this blog isn't going anywhere.

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An ear twitched as the bells that were threaded along the smaller buck's body rang softly against the gentle breeze. It was a pleasant sound, one that continued to ring softly in the blue buck's ears. A small smile touched his lips as warmth began to spread through him. He had almost forgotten how wonderful some sounds were; for too long he had been exposed to those that were harsh and grating, tormenting and undying.

Sabastion stood still as he observed the fidgeting buck, tilting his head slightly. It was curious, being approached but one as timid as he, and out of nowhere no less. In fact, this little buck seemed even more nervous and flighty than Sabastion himself usually was, and the blue buck inexplicably began to feel this need to protect growing within him. It confused him, because he had never felt such an emotion before. Why would he feel the need to protect when he himself was a coward? At the first sign of aggression, he would tuck his tail and run.

Ly's voice brought the blue buck back to reality, and he blinked. "Disturb me? No, no...I have a feeling that you couldn't disturb anyone," he replied reassuringly with a soft chuckle. He then nodded slowly in understanding. "I'm a wanderer myself. Not just through this forest, but through life. My feet carry me, but I have no destination," he continued, noticing the growing anxiety in the smaller buck's tone. Sabastion remained silent for a moment, and then pawed gently at the mossy rock as he tilted his head once again. "Come...you can sit by me if you'd like. I wouldn't mind the company, but I won't be offended if you'd rather be alone." Deep down, he did hope that Ly wouldn't deny his offer. After all, he felt that he could relate to the bell-ridden buck, and to seek some comfort in that familiarity would give him some closure at least.

i hope you don't mind me starting a small rp~

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"Hello," he said, his voice echoing behind the spider-like mask he wore. Dmitri bowed down and dipped his head, the motion smooth, before rising back on to all four of his legs in his usual manner. "I believe I failed to introduce myself properly yesterday. I'm Dmitri." His tail flicked to swish away a fly. "What is your name?" Dmitri asked, nodding his fangs forward.

"It's nice to meet you, Sabastion," Dmitri replied, dipping his head once more. His ears were flicked forward in an attempted to hear the smaller buck speak. Admittedly, he felt a bit insulted when Sabastion didn't look at him for a good amount of time, but there was no use in blaming him. Some deer refused to look at him, though he was too curious about the other deer to accept that Sabastion would be one of them. All offense was cleared, however, as a smile was offered and Sabastion began to speak again. "I am glad that you aren't scared of me, and find me to be kind," Dmitri replied. Though invisible, a smile appeared underneath his mask.

The other buck's nervousness was apparent, especially compared to Dmitri's virtually stoic presentation. His body was larger, his legs longer, and his posture confident. "I'm also glad you told me your name," he responded. The spider-like deer noted the blushing, but didn't comment on it for he didn't want to embarrass Sabastion more than he might have already been. "Would you like to join me for a walk?" The question was asked in hope of easing the tension.

A little smile tugged at the corners of Martin's lips after he heard the blue buck to be alright. Suddenly, he pulled back as Sabastion stepped forward and made him realize that he should probably calm down. Martin was about to start speaking when Sabastion jumped back and suddenly gasped. After hearing Sabastion's last sentence, the buck began looking around until he finally spotted the pale-faced stag in the distance. His anxiety and aggression grew as the stag walked closer. The thought about fleeing was lingering in his head, but he didn't want to leave Sabastion behind. He felt the growing need to protect the blue buck, as well as comfort him, despite how frightened he himself was. ''We could..'' beat him up ''Err.. be polite and greet him, or..'' gut him ''Just tell him to back off..'' or run. Martin had many thoughts crossing through his mind, though none of them seemed to be appropriate. Despite how scared he was, he turned forwards to the approaching pale-faced stag and locked himself in place, standing still and staring at the other stag. One could only wonder if whether he was ready to strike or flee.

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I'm so glad you like it. ;u;

The buck's eyes watched the other stag, carefully examining every muscle and movement he makes. Martin's ears flickered forward as he heard the pale-faced speak. The buck wasn't one of those to quickly warm up to those who had once frightened him. He stepped back. ''What do you want?'' He asked quietly. ''Why do you you keep following him?'' He slightly lowered his head, eyes still looking up at the stag.

Hooran - Thank you so much! T_T <3

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Subconsciously, and also instinctively, Sabastion had begun to take refuge behind Martin, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. He would never use his new friend as a shield, no...but he didn't want to run, either. There was no way he would leave Martin behind, but then there was also this small sliver of sanity within him that demanded that he stayed where he was. And so he did, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't continue to shiver and crouch like the coward he was.

He couldn't bring himself to look into those piercing, orange eyes, and so his gaze remained fixated on Martin's back, taking some comfort in his friend's presence. "Wh-why do you follow me? I j-just want to be left alone, and I look up and you're looming not too far away, watching me. You w-wouldn't leave me alone...how can I not be nervous or afraid? It just...it makes me very uncomfortable, and I don't know what your intentions are," Sabastion explained slowly, his voice quiet but hopefully loud enough for Bryn to hear.

The blue buck hadn't been followed like this in a while, and the last encounter had unnerved him greatly. He'd almost forgotten how much being followed frightened him, and really, it was more of a human reaction than anything. Who would get up and greet someone who had been following them for a couple of days? "You have to understand that this isn't a way to make friends...stalking them, making them uncomfortable," he continued in a mumble, although he felt as if he'd been talking for hours. He never thought he'd say so much to a stranger at one time, but hopefully Whiteface would understand.

Awh, thank you so much dear! T_T <3 Ahaha, yes, I love Litwick and Chandelure!

Thank you dear, I very much appreciate that~ T_T <3