Then tomorrow will be a very sudden change (I'm not sure) x). Yuki sees he as a 'friend' and probably she will not understand because Jack will treat her differently.
|D That...that. Rogaine.
I can just imagine Jane seeing him like that, all bald, and freaking out and applying it all clumsily as fast as she can while trying not to get it anywhere it shouldn't be.
Maybe she was getting cocky after their past few meetings. Maybe she was just drawn in by the blood.
Steps heavy on the flattened ground, the careless little greasepelt doe made her way toward the white's stone bed with no hesitation whatsoever. Her scent was lighter now, no doubt thanks to the beads of water that occasionally fell off her. More bearable, maybe. It wasn't her intention; it was water plants she was after. A few of these green, slimy things still clung to her, mainly about her legs. Too lazy to shake them off, she simply marched on, stumbling a bit when one caught beneath a brazen placed hoof.
The stone slab in front of the alter was avoided with curious care, and it was on it that her eyes were focused when she spoke to him. "You look bad." Just as every time before, there was no inflection in her tone. Just a bored murmur that did not change even slightly even as she took note of faintly red-stained white fur. There was enough of that in this place. Clearing the rock, she continued her stomp-like movement toward the little tree in the enclosed area. "And you smell like iron." Slow to emphasize, her head lifted, a long breath drawn in through her nose.
The white was dozing in his favourite spot, eyes closed, ears hanging down in a relaxed pose. He was constantly sleepy after the encounter with the persistant stranger. This tiredness was a sure sign for some higher bloodloss than thought... though the occasionally re-opening wound on his throat was actually onvious enough. Blood loss was one of the few things his body had troubles dealing with...
Ears twitched as the sound of steps reached them. Eyes opened. A blurry figure appeared on sight.... a few blinks and the blurry figure became more clear... he didn't need to hear the voice that spoke to him now to tell who it was.
"Still much better than you..." he replied with a grunt. "...both cases, yes?" he lifted his head from the cool stone, stared down at the shabby doe. "What do you want, Hohlkopf?"
Upon reaching the sapling, she finally turned her head to him, the ever-present lazy stare switching to bore through the tinted lenses of his goggles. They didn't remain there, though. Her pupils shifted after only a moment of pointed staring, seeming to look over his whole form instead. From the top of his well groomed head to the tip of his wind-shaped tail. Wondering. Wondering lots of things.
None of them were spoken. But that feel of calm questioning remained as her stiff legs worked to bend, and lower her to the ground. Eventually they simply gave out, folded neatly upon themselves, sending her stomach flat to the dust. A nonconsentual grunt of her own left her, but her gaze never broke. Call it a talent.
For another beat or so, she retained that silence of hers, before the words she wanted to use were mentally arranged. His initial comment went ignored. "I only want to see another flatter face. Watching deer is dull." An unnatural second of stock-still silence passed...before she finally turned her head to stare straight ahead instead. "Watching Jack is not."
'Watching Jack is not'. He gimmaced. A quick move with his leg shoved some loose pepples and dust into her direction, vaguely hoping he would hit her eyes... or... actually hit her in genral. That movement was neither aimed, nor powerfull.
He snorted. "Jack hates it to be watched, yes?" he snarled, shoveing his body around, trying to fins a position outside her sighe, without actually getting up... impossible, as he had to note after a second. "Better watch the wall again, yes? Won't give you eeh... black eye for that." he huffed... that sudden moving and talking and the anger had made him dizzy again, the wound on his throat burning on and of in the rythm of his own heartbeat.
The debris he kicked toward her faintly made it to her eyes in the form of dust, causing her stare to lessen slightly as her eyes narrowed against the minor assault. Even this wasn't enough to upset whatever strange balance she had, it seemed. After blinking the dust away, the scruffy doe simply turned her eyes to him, then slowly toward one of the mentioned walls.
"Okay." Didn't miss a beat, didn't sound the least bit deterred by his suggestion or threat. Of course she would willingly watch the wall. Large, fluffy ears setting back into a more relaxed position, she lowered her head until her chin came to a rest against the packed dirt, vacant gaze busy with stone rather than him. She didn't quite stop talking, though.
A brief silence was had, before... "...can I ask what happened?"
The white grimmaced again. This balance, this calmness and immunity to what ever sharp comment he may throw on her...it pushed his buttons more than any word she had spoken to him until now. Yet it was also this redicolous calmness what fired his interest and curiousity. There must be something what would even put her off her snaily trails.... no one could be that dull... cold they? He shook his head, forcing down the anger. "Nein!" was the first snappy reply. "Fight, what else eh?!" the second snarl. "Didn't watch out enough... got me... was lucky bastard... just a scratch, yes?" the slightly calmer, but more chaotic explanation.
One ear pivoted toward him as he snapped and spoke. With each sharp word, said ear twitched gently, finally showing a bit of normal behavior. His voice was violent. But everything yelled simply...faded to background sound, to her. Were not even acknowledged as words. Very slight in movement, her chin also turned, an expressionless glance making its way to his face, and drift down to focus on the wound at his throat. "Yes..." Not accustomed to his way of speaking yet, she took this 'question' of his literal. Seeking confirmation. "...just a scratch...by a very lucky bastard..." Her head bobbed gently, complete assurance taking residence in her voice this time. Assured that this was only a minor wound, and assured that getting it was simply a fluke. Why else would he be so insistent on explaining himself?
"Why you..." he started another snarl... literally shook it of with a headshake in the middle of the sentence. Out of reflex he took her reply as another mockery, then he remembered who he was talking to. This doe worked different than all the ones he had met before. He grunted again, head sinking down to the cold stone again. A moment silence followed.
It was hard to get used to this calmnes....this indifference about almost anything... while nosy and senseless questions where asked at the same time.
He stared at her for some time...until he noticed something sticking out under her belly and legs. "What's that eh?" he nodded down at the for him dark grey mass... unable to identify it as waterplants... rather suspecting it to be some kind of lost...fur or something.
Very faint, she felt his rise in tension again, before it lowered and leveled out. Even then, the lack of care just...persisted. If he became mad at her, it didn't matter. If he calmed now, it didn't matter either. Maybe it mattered even less.
The silence felt good on her previously twitching ears, but no fight was put up when it came time to turn one to him again as he addressed her. What was what? Lifting her head methodically, she turned to try to see his eyes, and figure out where he was looking; a trick she had picked up, as this place had few fingers to point with. And plenty of vague residents. But the lenses were dark, and shaded further by thin shadows given by the stone walls.
Perhaps it would be strange to find just how patient she was. Stretching out a bit, she glanced around to be sure nothing in the immediate area had changed from normal. Seeing that it hadn't, she began to focus on what might be on -her- to cause this question. A small jerk of her head swung her greasy, black hair forward, along with it several thin, equally black... "Feathers." Transitioning to the next thing, she lowered her head again, this time to take one of the strange, wet strips between her teeth, and give it a lame tug. "Pond plants." Lastly, she craned her neck even further back, not quite reaching, but gesturing to the round, black mark on her haunch. "Burn."
Sluggishly stretching out again, her eyes turned to him, almost a little expectant. Asking with a look if she had answered his question...though fully intending not to get an answer.
The white continued to stare down at her for several moments. Actually this had been more information he had asked for her... but surprisingly not one of them was really useless. He hadn't noticed the feathers in her hair, neither could he have identified her mark as a burn... both of it had been difficult to impossible to see for him, at least as long it was day. And pond plants... yes... now he could identify it too.
He shook his head, tilted it. "Feathers, eh?" that was the first thing he wanted to know more about. "Where did you get them, hm?" of course... closest explanation would be, she found it in this place. But even then it was a riddle how she made them stuck i her hair.
But... maybe they where just randomly picked up when she rolled on the floor...
A leg finally taking it upon itself to move, she shook one of the leaves off as his question soaked in. It seemed to take her longer than normal, to find her words...which was saying something. A nice, heavy, on-edge pause filled the air...
...
...She smiled. It was dim, pulled at her split lip in a strange way, and wasn't at all reaching her eyes...but it was a smile. "There are lots that wear feathers here." Not an answer to his question, but something to perhaps divert his attention. Or perhaps, just maybe, something to make him understand. "Where did you find your welder's glasses..?" A careful question, and spoken as to mirror his own.
His ears twitched slightly. Welder..? Something he hadn't asked yet, hadn't even considered to put a thought into yet fell ino his mind like a rock, pushing aside any other thought he had in that moment. "... you...eh... is born here... yes? Or... from... 'outside'?" one of the first questions he usually was asking, one of the main things he was interested in about others... their origin. He hadn't bothered to think about it until now. Distracted by the weirdness of her character, her so different character than all the others had.
He started to grin, chuckled... and shook his head about his own stupidity. "..oh yes.. a lot have them, yes? But many where gifts... or born with them... found them.. hm... where come yours from?" he hadn't forget about her question, he simply ignored it. Maybe he would answer it later.
Her eyes followed him closely throughout this, smile never so much as moving. The words had caused change in his behavior...considering what few reactions he had given so far, she considered this improvement. Interesting things, happening. It was why she was here, after all.
His questions were answered in order, neatly and with an extra helping of indifference. "I was not born here." Her tail, just a tuft compared to his, flicked at the dust lazily during her (apparently mandatory) pause in speech. "Are those the only options...? From here, or from outside?" Another pause, her eyes shifting their focus, looking past him rather than at him now... "I am not sure if I am from 'outside'...that means many things..." So many, many things...outside the area, outside these woods, outside this entire miniature world, outside this galaxy, system of stars, entire reality altogether...
Now ready for the next question, she tilted her head, in doing so gathering her hair to one side...conscious now of the oily feathers mixing with the strands. A long time, she stared...seemingly putting too much thought into the answer.
"Hehe... of course... eh there are many 'outside' yes? That makes it so... interesting... Many places... many ways..." he snorted. Movement came into the body again, he shifted back to her, to be able to face her more comfortable. The wound still pulsing on his throat, dizzyness still ther... both ignored for the moment. He just needed food. Good food... that was all. "Of course... there is just in or out, yes? What more should there be? Inbetween...?" his voice trailed off. A strange expression appeared on his face. Technicall he KNEW there was an 'inbetween'. He crossed it each time he shwitched between the worlds... and obviously he had been stuck...
NO.
That was a dream. Yes? Yes.
He shook his head. Besides that, inbetween would still mean 'out of here'.
He continued to stare down at her, slightly frowning, waiting if there would come more.
My page!
haha omg x'D I can't believe
*parks butt down*
.... ... ... ....*pokerface*
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....*pokerface*
*chrocht* XD
Oh my.... maybe a hat will
oh hell yes! Let's decorate
...and five minutes after he wuld have forgotten about the incident <3
LOL WTF! THIS IS BRILLIANT
anyways, I love you and that drawing XD
I JUST GOT UP TOO! Morning
Morning is when you open your eyes again after sleep. Period.
thank you xD
YOU ALWAYS TELL ME THE WORDS
you're welcome. xD and GOOD MORNING.
of corse, for i am a wise old
MORNING!
i get me coffe now and restore me for the day. 8|
AHH of course, how stupid of
Sorry but I can't do anything before I get some breakfast. Go to the store and get me some milk for my cereals! and one starbucks latte please. c:
oheeey while youre at it...
*SIGH* fine. ;__; do make a
do make a sick poor guy go to the store, oh why yes, I'd love to do it! D'X
Aww...grandpa-Jack. ♥
Old fart.
old fart: *shakes cone* D<
Now Jack proves to be
well he basically treats her
...and yes that propably will change in an instand when she is grown ^^;
Then tomorrow will be a very
Yuki sees he as a 'friend' and probably she will not understand because Jack will treat her differently.heh yes the confusion on her
let's see how it developes ^^
XD Will you help with her
Will you help with her set if it isn't a problem? (and if you are connect)
Can't help myself, I have to
Rogaine? 8D
@party1: Sure i can help
@FaintHearted: eeh. What? |D
His hair's back today, I had
bwaha aah... xD well maybe
well maybe he found the fountain of youth
|D That...that. Rogaine. I
I can just imagine Jane seeing him like that, all bald, and freaking out and applying it all clumsily as fast as she can while trying not to get it anywhere it shouldn't be.
Like his face.
...
Forehead mustaches would happen.
forehead.....
*ded*
A little frenchie one. Maybe
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/pops in Hi. Echosong is
Hi. Echosong is sitting (afk) near Jack. Nice to see him again.
Edit: eyebrow mustache? Be careful, you may just start a new trend.
*sexy whistle* BD Dat 'brow.
BD Dat 'brow.
...oTL the way you draw his derpmouth. omg.
*walks in casually* *freezes
@Echo: yes i know ;D Hi
@cic: derpmoutttth...is hellish fun to draw too
Oh god, what have I done...
Something magnificent, that's
Maybe she was getting cocky
Steps heavy on the flattened ground, the careless little greasepelt doe made her way toward the white's stone bed with no hesitation whatsoever. Her scent was lighter now, no doubt thanks to the beads of water that occasionally fell off her. More bearable, maybe. It wasn't her intention; it was water plants she was after. A few of these green, slimy things still clung to her, mainly about her legs. Too lazy to shake them off, she simply marched on, stumbling a bit when one caught beneath a brazen placed hoof.
The stone slab in front of the alter was avoided with curious care, and it was on it that her eyes were focused when she spoke to him. "You look bad." Just as every time before, there was no inflection in her tone. Just a bored murmur that did not change even slightly even as she took note of faintly red-stained white fur. There was enough of that in this place. Clearing the rock, she continued her stomp-like movement toward the little tree in the enclosed area. "And you smell like iron." Slow to emphasize, her head lifted, a long breath drawn in through her nose.
The white was dozing in his
Ears twitched as the sound of steps reached them. Eyes opened. A blurry figure appeared on sight.... a few blinks and the blurry figure became more clear... he didn't need to hear the voice that spoke to him now to tell who it was.
"Still much better than you..." he replied with a grunt.
"...both cases, yes?" he lifted his head from the cool stone, stared down at the shabby doe.
"What do you want, Hohlkopf?"
Upon reaching the sapling,
None of them were spoken. But that feel of calm questioning remained as her stiff legs worked to bend, and lower her to the ground. Eventually they simply gave out, folded neatly upon themselves, sending her stomach flat to the dust. A nonconsentual grunt of her own left her, but her gaze never broke. Call it a talent.
For another beat or so, she retained that silence of hers, before the words she wanted to use were mentally arranged. His initial comment went ignored. "I only want to see another flatter face. Watching deer is dull." An unnatural second of stock-still silence passed...before she finally turned her head to stare straight ahead instead. "Watching Jack is not."
'Watching Jack is not'. He
He snorted. "Jack hates it to be watched, yes?" he snarled, shoveing his body around, trying to fins a position outside her sighe, without actually getting up... impossible, as he had to note after a second. "Better watch the wall again, yes? Won't give you eeh... black eye for that." he huffed... that sudden moving and talking and the anger had made him dizzy again, the wound on his throat burning on and of in the rythm of his own heartbeat.
The debris he kicked toward
"Okay." Didn't miss a beat, didn't sound the least bit deterred by his suggestion or threat. Of course she would willingly watch the wall. Large, fluffy ears setting back into a more relaxed position, she lowered her head until her chin came to a rest against the packed dirt, vacant gaze busy with stone rather than him. She didn't quite stop talking, though.
A brief silence was had, before...
"...can I ask what happened?"
The white grimmaced again.
"Nein!" was the first snappy reply. "Fight, what else eh?!" the second snarl. "Didn't watch out enough... got me... was lucky bastard... just a scratch, yes?" the slightly calmer, but more chaotic explanation.
One ear pivoted toward him as
"Yes..." Not accustomed to his way of speaking yet, she took this 'question' of his literal. Seeking confirmation. "...just a scratch...by a very lucky bastard..." Her head bobbed gently, complete assurance taking residence in her voice this time. Assured that this was only a minor wound, and assured that getting it was simply a fluke. Why else would he be so insistent on explaining himself?
"Why you..." he started
It was hard to get used to this calmnes....this indifference about almost anything... while nosy and senseless questions where asked at the same time.
He stared at her for some time...until he noticed something sticking out under her belly and legs. "What's that eh?" he nodded down at the for him dark grey mass... unable to identify it as waterplants... rather suspecting it to be some kind of lost...fur or something.
Very faint, she felt his rise
The silence felt good on her previously twitching ears, but no fight was put up when it came time to turn one to him again as he addressed her. What was what? Lifting her head methodically, she turned to try to see his eyes, and figure out where he was looking; a trick she had picked up, as this place had few fingers to point with. And plenty of vague residents. But the lenses were dark, and shaded further by thin shadows given by the stone walls.
Perhaps it would be strange to find just how patient she was. Stretching out a bit, she glanced around to be sure nothing in the immediate area had changed from normal. Seeing that it hadn't, she began to focus on what might be on -her- to cause this question. A small jerk of her head swung her greasy, black hair forward, along with it several thin, equally black... "Feathers." Transitioning to the next thing, she lowered her head again, this time to take one of the strange, wet strips between her teeth, and give it a lame tug. "Pond plants." Lastly, she craned her neck even further back, not quite reaching, but gesturing to the round, black mark on her haunch. "Burn."
Sluggishly stretching out again, her eyes turned to him, almost a little expectant. Asking with a look if she had answered his question...though fully intending not to get an answer.
The white continued to stare
He shook his head, tilted it. "Feathers, eh?" that was the first thing he wanted to know more about. "Where did you get them, hm?" of course... closest explanation would be, she found it in this place. But even then it was a riddle how she made them stuck i her hair.
But... maybe they where just randomly picked up when she rolled on the floor...
A leg finally taking it upon
...
...She smiled. It was dim, pulled at her split lip in a strange way, and wasn't at all reaching her eyes...but it was a smile. "There are lots that wear feathers here." Not an answer to his question, but something to perhaps divert his attention. Or perhaps, just maybe, something to make him understand. "Where did you find your welder's glasses..?" A careful question, and spoken as to mirror his own.
His ears twitched slightly.
"... you...eh... is born here... yes? Or... from... 'outside'?" one of the first questions he usually was asking, one of the main things he was interested in about others... their origin. He hadn't bothered to think about it until now. Distracted by the weirdness of her character, her so different character than all the others had.
He started to grin, chuckled... and shook his head about his own stupidity. "..oh yes.. a lot have them, yes? But many where gifts... or born with them... found them.. hm... where come yours from?" he hadn't forget about her question, he simply ignored it. Maybe he would answer it later.
Her eyes followed him closely
His questions were answered in order, neatly and with an extra helping of indifference. "I was not born here." Her tail, just a tuft compared to his, flicked at the dust lazily during her (apparently mandatory) pause in speech. "Are those the only options...? From here, or from outside?" Another pause, her eyes shifting their focus, looking past him rather than at him now... "I am not sure if I am from 'outside'...that means many things..." So many, many things...outside the area, outside these woods, outside this entire miniature world, outside this galaxy, system of stars, entire reality altogether...
Now ready for the next question, she tilted her head, in doing so gathering her hair to one side...conscious now of the oily feathers mixing with the strands. A long time, she stared...seemingly putting too much thought into the answer.
"Hehe... of course... eh
"Of course... there is just in or out, yes? What more should there be? Inbetween...?" his voice trailed off. A strange expression appeared on his face. Technicall he KNEW there was an 'inbetween'. He crossed it each time he shwitched between the worlds... and obviously he had been stuck...
NO.
That was a dream. Yes? Yes.
He shook his head. Besides that, inbetween would still mean 'out of here'.
He continued to stare down at her, slightly frowning, waiting if there would come more.