The stuttering of Whiteface's voice was puzzling, to say the least. It isn't what Sabastion had expected at all. He believed that the stag would have a booming voice, deep and frightening. Instead, he was speaking timidly as he struggled with his words. Sabastion slowly lifted his head, his brow knitting slightly from behind his mask as he observed the stag. He felt confused, as he didn't understand what Whiteface was trying to say. His sentences were broken, fragmented. Taking a risk, or at least it was a risk in his mind, Sabastion stepped over to Martin's side and tilted his head slightly. He didn't feel as frightened now; the stammering stag was proving to be not so intimidating after all.

"I don't understand," he replied softly, "How...how do I do what?" The blue buck was still a little nervous, but he was no longer flighty. He was more curious than anything, really. Slowly his ears began to slide forward, trying to think through the humming in his head. Suddenly, it dawned on him. "Do you mean...how do you make friends?" he asked timidly, hoping that he understood correctly. If that's indeed what the stag meant, then Sabastion was taken aback. He couldn't help but feel ashamed that he had reacted this way to Whiteface's friendly intentions, but he had went about it so wrongly. He did react correctly...didn't he? It was all so confusing.

The buck started to calm down after he saw that Sabastion was no longer afraid of the other stag. Perhaps the pale-faced one meant no harm after all. Martin remained quiet, and listened as the other two spoke, his eyes remained on Bryn the whole time. Sabastion's question that was given to Bryn made Martin realize how wrong they have thought about the blue stag and his intentions. The buck never thought that someone would ever try to make friends in such a strange way. ''Hah..'' He quietly laughed to himself. ''There are other, better ways to make friends, if that is what you're trying to do by following us and creeping us out, mister.'' He spoke rather harshly, though no offense was meant to be taken.

"How do you....," he bit his lip, embarrased. But the blue stag got the message, and Brynhried immediately nodded.
He turned to the other, with his scolding words, and pulled his brows down in a frown. "And how am I supposed to know that? I was trying to approuch you. You didn't like it. I thought i'd try later."

"I wasn't exacly raised on the right side of the fence. The closest thing i've had to a friend is the one who woke me up here. And I have no idea where she is now. Atleast I didn't have to approuch her."

I really adore this character and the artists of the music and surreal images on this page and they were all rather inspiring so I drew Sabastion and I hope you don't mind. ;w;

/this is also a track :>

His ears went back at Sabastion's growl. Why were they still so defensive? His frown had lifted by now but he was purely confused by their reactions. Even more so when Sabastion came closer, stepping inbetween them. Brynhried was taken aback but didn't move.

"Wait, what? I never wanted to hurt you...why would you think that?" he queried, tilting his head a little. "I.....understand. But I never wanted to fight. I was just trying to introduce myself." He cracked a weak smile here, a little downput by the conversation. "I must look like a fool. If....you want me to leave, i'll go."

ooc; sorry this is late! ): i hope you don't mind them being short.

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"We could avoid crowds, yes," he responds. He is intrigued by the other deer and his skittishness. He circles the smaller deer before starting to walk on toward the cemetery. It is his favorite place, and he enjoys the atmosphere that the graveyard carries along with it. But he is not rude, and before he walks too far away, asks, "Is the graveyard fine?"

No worries parler, I don't mind at all! <3

The blue buck perked up a little when the spider-deer granted his request, his ears tipping forward. "Thank you," he replied softly, although shrinking into himself slightly as Dmitri circled him. It was more of a bashful reaction than one of fear or discomfort. He watched as Dmitri began to walk in the direction of the ruins, and at his new acquaintance's inquiry a soft smile brightened his obscured face. "Yes...that'd be just fine. It's so quiet and peaceful there," Sabastion said as he trotted up to Dmitri's side, walking alongside him in sync. He remained silent for a moment as made their pilgrimage, his eyes focused on the gravestones not far up ahead. Casting a sidelong glance, he realized that he could make out the outline of a human jaw hidden behind Dmitri's rather unnerving mask. "Are you...really a spider?" the blue buck asked softly, hesitantly. He was curious, intensely so, but he wasn't sure if he was being rude asking such a question.

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Awh, I am very happy to have introduced Beksinski's work to you! It's simply incredible, and oddly beautiful in its own surreal and post-apocalyptic way. It really transports you to another world, and I'm so glad that it helped inspire you. Thank you so much again for the beautiful sketch dear, I absolutely adore it~ T_T <3 Awh, yes, I would love for Sabastion to meet one of your characters as well!

"Of course," Dmitri said, noticing the smaller buck shying away at the circling movement. He didn't blame Sabastion, however, because if he had been in the same situation Dmitri might have shrunken back, too. "It's beautiful there," Dmitri agreed. The gravestones, surrounded by the poppies, relaxed him and he considered it to be an interesting parallel of life and death. His sight had been fixed on a certain spot that had sunlight casting on it, but then his attention moved back to Sabastion. The question shocked him, causing him to snap his head to look at the blue buck. "No. No, I am not a real spider," Dmitri explains. He pawed at the sunlight patch that was now underneath him, digging up a few weeds and tossing them aside with the pincers attached to his mask. "I am simply something created by the Gods."

(I apologize for my delayed replies; I've been a little busy, but it's all clearing up very quickly. Thanks for your patience! <3)

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Sabastion's ears twitched as Martin spoke at his side. He was surprised to find that he was a little relieved when his friend confirmed that Bryn may stay, perhaps because he feared that everything would just quickly escalate into a conflict. He remained silent when Whiteface spoke again, looking away as he felt a little embarrassed...maybe even ashamed. He didn't give Bryn a chance for a while, but he had every reason not to...didn't he? When the stag announced his name the blue buck looked back up, a surprised expression on his face. "Brynhried," he replied slowly, letting the name roll off of his tongue. He quite liked it. "That is an interesting name. Mine is Sabastion," he continued as he gave a half-bow out of politeness.

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When the spider-masked buck snapped his head back, Sabastion started a little in surprise. He shrank into himself slightly, his gaze casting to the side nervously. "F-forgive me, I meant no offense," he replied softly, hoping that his voice wasn't shaking. The mask was even more unnerving when Dmitri appeared even slightly agitated. Slowly his eyes moved back to watch as the other buck uprooted weeds with his pincers, and he found himself becoming fascinated all over again. "You are a child of the Gods," Sabastion pondered aloud in awe. "So...they do exist? Do they really look like those statues by the pond? Are they deer also?" The questions were flowing out of him as he moved closer to Dmitri, his eyes still focused on the task at hand. His curiosity was getting the better of him, but he'd rather be curious than be afraid.

He bowed back, looking at Martin as he turned away and raising an eyebrow, but not mentioning his actions. "My name is a little odd. Call me Whiteface if you prefer. I don't mind." He turned a little from Sabastion, sniffing for identications of others around the forest. He paused, wondering if he should bother mentioning what was on his mind, in the end deciding it was worth it. "I really am...sorry. I should have stopped earlier. I've never really bothered to try and introduce myself to anyone before...," THAT'SALIE, he yelled at himself mentally, but never showed it on his face. There was no reason to mention the fawn to these two, not just when he'd....befriended them. That was correct, wasn't it? They were friends now? Was that it?

(No worries at all, I understand! I apologize for my delay as well, gyah. T_T)

Starling - Oh, thank you so much! ♥

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A small smile formed on Sabastion's face when Martin bowed and introduced himself, mostly out of relief. There wouldn't be fighting...good. That was good. "Whiteface," the blue buck echoed, cocking his head slightly. Admittedly, it was an endearing moniker, one that did anything but strike fear in one's heart. And now, something was bothering Whiteface. Sabastion could see it in his face, read it in his body language. The stag was distressed, yes, but Sabastion refrained from speaking up about it. It was none of his business after all, and they had just finally introduced each other rather awkwardly.

"It's alright, Whiteface. I'm sorry as well, for reacting the way I did and for not giving you the chance you deserve," Sabastion replied quietly, swallowing out of nervous habit. "I know what it's like to keep to myself, to not know how to meet others. In a way, you and I are somewhat alike in that respect." He glanced to the side to gaze at Martin for a moment, and knowing and reassuring look in his eyes, before turning back to Whiteface and pawing gently at the ground. "Come. Would you sit with us, friend?"