Personality Development
Insecure - Untrusting of those around him, very few constants exist in his short life. The less he trusts a deer, likely the more possessive he will be of them, as long as they have a positive relationship. This behaviour stems from a fear of abandonment or loss. Obedience dwindles as insecurity and fear heightens. He feels it necessary to constantly confirm his relationships, and may act aggressively towards strangers if they get too close, both physically or socially, to those he cares for.
Determined - He is extremely passionate about many aspects of his life. He is highly driven and persistent - at some times, obstinate and stubborn - especially when he has his mind set on a goal. The end justifies the means, even if it sometimes means causing conflict with his own morals.
Daft - While his actions may come across as naive or unintelligent on occasion, Mire is far from stupid. He can be extremely rash and careless, and most times, he acts in full awareness of his own irrational behaviour in spite of the potential consequences. On the flip side, however, this gives a very playful and light hearted side to him, which can be seen when in the company of those he loves. Different isn't always bad, and isn't always good, but in the end, it is part of him.
Sharp - Highly alert and observant, he is quick to pick up on things around him - whether it be from the environment or his company, most things usually don't tend to slip past him. This of course, like anything else, has its exceptions. He is usually very empathetic and aware of the feelings of those around him. A sense of curiousity leads him to investigate that which he does not understand. Mire takes advantage of most any opportunity to expand his knowledge.
Emotional - He has quickly proven to be an extremely sensitive and moody individual. Whether this stems from his insecurity, lack of trust, an unstable childhood or a combination of the three is uncertain. He has shown time and time again the tendency to go from happy to miserable and vice versa in the blink of an eye. He himself is still trying to understand it, but regardless of the cause, this is something that he will have to learn to live with.
More to be added.
Feeding Habits
Survives on blood from a living host or fresh meat. Current intake requirements - 2 litres of blood or 5 lbs of meat every forty-eight hours. Function - the hormone ghrelin, which triggers the appetite, alters the chemical makeup of the saliva in such a way as to encourage consistent blood flow (such as seen in vampire bats to prevent a wound from closing). Leptin is triggered when full, altering the saliva's composition once again, this time in the opposite direction. Leptin-induced saliva promotes the sealing of a wound using a false, thin layer of skin, created during solidification.
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I swear to you, I will get you that art of Kartex. Been going through a really, really bad artblock. Lines are done (after like 50 different poses...) and some base colors. Gonna try to work on him again once my stupid cough goes away x.xOmg don't even worry about
Oh but you made me the little
But if you want someone else instead, please just let me know, else I will continue with Kartex x3 I have to give you something else as was agreed, and I am ashamed its taking me this long to work myself into it
Aww ;__; I made you a Teapoof
You're too sweet Xemi!
Oh yes! Totally will! I have seen Mire around lately (though his picto wasn't on the map and I couldn't figure out who it was :V!!!!)
But I would be more than happy to draw him! And yes! Send it to me on skype
I probably won't be able to work on it til Thursday, but by then I should have a good idea ^^
NOOO noo I'm really not ;;
heeee it's no problem happy
She knew he'd find Phai
Words were unnecessary. She gently brushed against his side, nuzzling his face gently. Then she wandered off.
A gentle, agonized grunt from
Perhaps later he could properly express his gratitude when words were found once again.
pretend she came back
Isobel sat down beside Mire again, her frills tucking in behind her ears as much as possible. She stared at the tree, sighing. So many emotions were swirling in her little head. Finally, the first thing that kept repeating itself inside it blurted out.
"She's not coming back, you know. No one can fix her. It's not like Papa and Moro. It's like Mama. Some people don't get chances. They don't get fixed."
For days he had laid in
Her words did not bring him comfort; only woke up a deep-rooted fury in him. Quills and fur alike bristled, and his lips curled back in a snarl.
"What do you know about death?" A mask of anger patched itself over the underlying sorrow.
"She's coming back. She's obviously left to do something important and when she's done, she'll be back. And I'll be waiting for her." His features softened, though the tension of a grimace remained on his muzzle. More likely than not he knew he was lying to himself; false hope was better than no hope at all. Acceptance was beyond his reach.
Isobel's own quills raised,
"What does Iso know about death? Your Mama wasn't killed. I may not have known her very well, but she was my Mama. I didn't get a chance to know her, Mire. And she won't come back. So don't you tell me I don't know about death.
I watched Moro and Papa kill themselves and rip themselves apart in front of me and bleed to death. Maybe they came back but they still -died-.
You think I don't want Phaios back? She was like another Mama to me too. I want her to be fixed. But I know better."
She growled and stood, walking away from him to sit across from him.
"How dare you brother. How dare you. Iso knows."
Both eyes eased open,
'Your Mama wasn't killed.'
"No, worse. She left me. Abandoned me. I was dead to her."
'I didn't get a chance to know her, Mire.'
"Then you've even less of a reason to miss her." A rough, hollow snort follows as he sways where he sits. Hungry. Tired. Dehydrated. Her figure splits and wavers before his very eyes, and he moves with her, trying to keep her centered.
"Do you know what happens after someone dies? Have you been to the land of the dead, dear sister? You'd best pay it a visit. Perhaps you'll learn something."
Isobel stood up immediately,
"DON'T TELL ISO HOW SHE FEELS!"
Isobel ran toward him, stopping inches away. She was still growling, teeth bared and eyes narrowed, breathing heavily and enraged.
"Land of the dead, huh? Who's gonna send me there, you? Don't act like you know everything. "
Her rapid movement startled
"DON'T TELL ISO HOW SHE FEELS!"
"Then DON'T tell me something YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT!" The tension is released like a viper lashing out; a snap, and he lunges at the other quillback. Poor orientation leaves him with a mouthful of sheared, split wood that cracked clean off the birch tree by which he sat, shattered on impact. It's cleaved through like warm butter, nary a sliver of resistance, and then the pieces are dropped from his jaws. Waste. Useless. Not what he was aiming for.
"Don't act like you know everything."
"Practice what you preach, sister." A remaining sliver is spat in her direction carelessly. Part of him hopes it will wedge itself somewhere inconvenient. A stronger part recoils from premature guilt that may not be necessary should it miss.
Isobel shrieked in
"I don't know everything, brother. I only know that they leave and WECAN'TFIXIT. You want to send me off to die and not be fixed? FINE!"
Her logic had left her. In her mind, she was trying to comfort her brother. He'd lost it and went after her, and now he wanted to hurt her.
A jolt as tiny teeth raked
"N-no.. no, Iso.." Though he was far from seeing sense, or seeing at all, his morality was alive enough to fill him with guilt.
"I didn't mean it.."
ugh now i see grammar up
Isobel swallowed. She was hurt. He had hurt her. No doubt she had hurt him somehow with what she had said, but it was hard for her to comprehend that. Her ears pinned back. Was Mire going to go, too, now?
"Is don't smell good. You need food. I'll make sure I fix you."
"M'sorry Iso.." Mire edges
"N-no, no, I'm not hungry," he murmurs, an unintentional lie. Very likely, he was starving, but far too much so to even recognize the feeling as hunger anymore. Even if it was there, beneath the other feelings, thirst pushed it down and out of the way but even this he would not admit.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Isobel.. m'sorry.."
"Need to eat. Both need to
"You stay." Like he really had a choice. Isobel stood, making her way slowly to the squirrel. She'd gotten good at hunting; practice had made it easier on her and though she was still a bit clumsy, she managed to catch the squirrel. She made her way back up the hill, dropping the rodent in front of her brother.
"We share."
Finally with a defeated sigh
Stretching his neck out towards it, his jaws parted timidly; a quick nip down and his canines punctured the small rodent's skin and kept it held firmly in his grasp as blood trickled down his throat from the newly inflicted wounds. It was a meager amount, but generous considering the size of the prey. Within minutes, it would be drained entirely.
He nosed it in the direction of his sister. In this way, he would not need to take away from her meal.
"Don't need the rest. It's yours. Can't use it much anyway." A faint smile.
"Thank you Iso. Are you okay?"
Isobel was pleased to see
"Don't know if I'm okay. Feel empty. Angry. Want to hurt things."
"You can hurt me." Said
"I made you hurt, right? Would it make you feel better?" A sense of calm overtakes him, relieved as she eats as well. He had been worried she may go back on her word simply to get him to eat instead.
"No", she said
"Just anyone who hurts us."
A smile, and then he reaches
She stood, making her way
"It'll be okay. Somehow."
isobel not eve ;_;
Ugh sorry I was super tired
Iso: i biet u agin
Mire: ill fart on u
Iso: & i catch dat frat & put
i'm all kinds of toxins k
omg no dutch ovens kimi no
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*drinks tea* .w. well hello
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Aww, I feel so bad for Mire.
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♥ Agggggggh I wanna
Agggggggh I wanna start drawing deer again but I have no way to upload it.
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Aww ;; you don't have a
OwO... maybe. With my luck
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Pfft XD better than nothing
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