Picked up on a now-familiar scent while going on a sprint out of sheer boredom. Followed it and found Lats'vel alone (or so he thought; didn't see a sleeping Kaeltiir at first). Took this as an opportunity to personally thank the boar for his help the other day, and to apologize for being an ass. His apology took the form of a clumsy bow because let's face it, he's awkward enough as he is, but the boar seemed to get it and was pretty welcoming. Watched in confusion as Lats'vel began to stomp the ground, unsure of what was going on. Was it a threat, a warning or something else? Stared uncertainly like an idiot, finally getting it when the frustrated boar plopped down and back up. Ohhh...right, yeah, knew that all along. Finally settled down, embarrassed but at least Lats' was satisfied. Felt a little annoyed with himself for taking orders, but A) Lats'vel is freaking huge and scary, and B) he owed the boar that much anyway for looking out for him. Feels a twinge of, gasp, respect developing for Big Bacon, though yeah he would totally never admit that. Pffright.
Almost instantly felt bored just sitting. Scoped out Anonymous off in the distance and went over to check him out. Erratically sniffed and rubbed experimentally to see how macho and menacing he could make himself out to be (and mayyybe trying to show off for Lats' as well but lolyeahsure dream on kid), but Anon only seemed confused. Meh, oh well. Decided the stag was interesting and tried to get him to romp/spar. Anon couldn't quite seem to get the hang of it and soon wandered off. Allllrighty then. Huffed and plopped back down near Lats' again. Itching to spar with a tree, but wondering if that would annoy the boar/make him wonder if he was trying to bust his head open again.
Spazzed a bit when a few deer came crashing by; twitchy weirdo mode initiated. Smacked a tree and refocused attention on Anon, who had wandered back. Messed with him a little more, then started a staring contest. Getting really creeped out by that mask. Basically everything resulted in the two trying to out-weird each other. Stared warily at Rajih when he appeared, contemplated, then went in for a couple of sniffs. Satisfied when the Thing backed up. Returned to his former position by Lats' after Anon left again and when he got fed up by random deer shenanigans. Later sneezed/spat at by Rajih, too stunned to do anything except watch the Thing leave.
Sat stewing for a bit, not wanting to let that go. Hell no. Finally got up and followed Rajih's scent back to the Old Oak. Hesitated when he saw that the Thing was sleeping near his equal. He had no intention of fighting, but seeing as how the Things seemed close to Lats', he might as well try to make peace. Rajih stiffly got up and mock-charged, but the buck stood his ground. Made a couple of friendly yet wary gestures and got a sniff in. The Thing seemed to loosen up at this, and to Hannibal's surprise he invited him to sit. Did so, stiffening when Rajih nuzzled him but took this as a good thing. Didn't expect everything to be forgiven so easily, but hey, works for him. Was tense for a bit, but soon relaxed when Rajih showed no signs of changing his mind. Decided that he really needed to stop being so paranoid all the time (good luck with that, bub).
a loyal and giving friend a cocky weirdo to strangers fast talker, quick thinker standoffish to authority "big brother" complex day-by-day mentality self-destructive trouble-maker insomniac wanderer sarcastic thief
past is a mystery; wishes to recover his memories entered the forest through De Drinkplaats stole his skull mask from a creature who cursed him curse left him antlerless and changed his picto into a 'target' makes up for it with speed, footwork and powerful kicks very bitter over the matter; will not recount it to anyone puts on a 'tough guy' visage; utterly fails at it but persists does his damnedest to not show weakness getting his arse handed to him is inevitable hyperactive; can't stay still for extended periods of time plays by himself a lot; 'spars' with rocks and trees less likely to be a spaz when with quiet company has a soft spot for kids; playful, protective; a brotherly figure
something else goes here idk
relationships?? stuff sdkjf
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Zash stared at him for a long moment, debating. He could just be filling his head with stories and half truths. He didn't like to lie. It always found a way to come back and beat him upside the head and if that wasn't bad enough the guilt would eat at him. "It...it could be possible..." he started haltingly, "I mean...I honestly have no idea. I don't know much about how this place works for sure, just from what I've come to understand. If you don't remember who you were before you came to your home, then maybe you still do have memories locked up in your head...maybe you were human before this new chapter in your life started. I honestly can't say for sure."
Waning-Sun The buck frowned a little at this, but he did expect a cryptic enough answer. It wasn't fair to ask for an explanation from Zash; after all, he was just as confused and lost. But even now, a bit of fog was starting to clear up in the deeper recesses of his memories. Whether this was a good thing or not, he wasn't sure yet. He didn't know if he was ready to accept what would eventually be revealed to him, but he couldn't continue to be lost in the fog lest he ended up going crazy...or worse. He had to accept everything, and learn to live with it. Even the harder truths. "So I guess that means...it's possible that I also died, like you. Somehow, maybe when I was a human," he said quietly after a long moment of pondering silence. His throat was parched, and it made an odd clicking sound when he swallowed. A lightheaded sensation began to creep up on him, and he lowered his cheek to the ground as well with a long sigh. "This is all so heavy... I won't lie, I'm pretty scared as to what I'll find out. But...meeting you and hearing your story helps me. And, I mean...I think it would be cool if we stayed in touch. I think we could help each other out...you know?"
After a few more moments of silence, Ariana finally turned to face the buck, eyes closed before she opened them. She saw how he scanned the horizon, and he almost looked hesitant; as if speaking would trigger an explosion of some sort. Tilting her head gingerly, the timid doe took in a breath before breaking the silence. "I don't know what possessed you to think that you have to protect me.. but thank you," She spoke quietly, eyes almost looking lost as she gazed at him.
-slowly turns around in a swivel chair, fingertips touching in a steeple formation- You know what you must do, Poppy. BI
Rofl awwh Bunny, stop apologizing, you are totally fine! c: ♥
Blinked out of his trance when she spoke, a little startled but did a good job of not showing it. Turned to her with a small smile, bowing his head slightly as a rosy tint spread across his cheeks. "Well, I mean...as long as you're okay with it. I couldn't just walk away, yanno?" Paused for a moment and then quickly added, "You're welcome." Shifted his weight slightly, taking in a deep breath. The air was feeling cooler, and crisp. It was nice. "Hey um, I can totally leave if you'd like me to. I don't want you to think I'm a creep for hovering around. I know I sure as hell like my privacy too, so it won't bother me if you'd like to be alone," he went on with a reassuring smile.
It took him a moment to fully understand what Hannibal was asking, but when he did a smile flashed across his face. How long had it been since someone actually asked for his friendship? Not since he had been a young boy, at the least. After that it was a mutual understanding. Or he sort of...made it obvious in little ways he wanted to be friends.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "You make it sound like you're asking for a business arrangement." His smile flickered into a more serious face, "But yes...I would like to be your friend..." He looked away, "I haven't had a friend my own age...in...never. I'm not sure how to act anymore...always around someone older...or watching after children...you know?" He paused a moment before adding, "I'd like to help you out if I'm able..."
More often than not, Hannibal was pretty good at being straightforward. It definitely depended on the situation, however. This was not one of those situations, as he rarely asked (indirectly) for anyone to be his friend. It made him feel embarrassed, even a little weak. But why should it? He was always under the impression that having friends would make him soft...but hell, he was already soft. As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew that he was not a badass. And he wouldn't lie, it was pretty lonely here in this weird world that he was still adjusting to. He could use a friend, and Zash fit the bill for a very good one.
A rosy tint deepened on his pale cheeks to accompany the sheepish half-grin, though he felt great relief when Zash voiced his wish to be his friend also. It was comforting that the other buck didn't see him as a joke, though Zash didn't know him too well yet. But Hannibal wouldn't need to worry about that for now. As the grey buck went on to explain, Hannibal's smile softened as he bowed his head slightly in understanding. "Yeah...I can relate to that, believe me. I mean, kids are great, but until you I haven't met anyone around my age either." Tipped an ear when Zash offered his help, and the buck's smile brightened. When it wasn't a mischievous grin, it was a handsome smile that lit up his youthful face. "I would like to help you out too, Zash. I think we can both help each other, really. There's more to both of us than we think."
Zash merely watched him while he waited for some sort of response. It felt awkward to just ask for a friend, especially at this age. When he was little it was just something that happened. He studied Hannibal while he waited a for an answer, half wondering how genuine he was. He seemed honest and genuine, especially when he smiled, and it was almost easy to forget that he hardly knew this young male. So positive...
He smiled back, allowing his uncertainty to fade away. "Yeah..." he rolled himself to his hooves, holding the other's gaze for several moments before offering a nod, "I'm not sure how I can help you, to be completely honest, but I can give it the best shot I have, Hannibal..." he trailed off, looking away for a second, only to refocus his brown eye on Hannibal, "if anything I can offer the support of a loyal friend."
Ariana watched him as he spoke, head tilted to the right just slightly. This was one of the things she did when she was listening, other than her mouth being open just slightly as if she were about to speak. The air was feeling cooler, though due to thin fur, it chilled it. Shivering slightly, the next thing he said caught her off guard. Leave?"No, no, please stay. I don't think you're a keep in the slightest.." She paused, looking away, before looking back. "If anything, I'm glad to have someone with me right now."
Waning-Sun If the buck were to read the other's thoughts, he may have laughed a little. Positive? Not so much, but he tried to be. Like many others Hannibal bore a tough shell, but when peeled away little by little it revealed the true nature beneath. Namely, a confused and scared child who put all of his energy into trying to prove otherwise. But he didn't feel that he had to be that way with Zash, this gentle kindred spirit that seemed to understand him more than anyone else he had encountered here...or ever. Wasn't sure how to take it...gratefully, yes, but with a little skepticism. He didn't want to be too crushed when Zash inevitably decided that a friendship with an insecure spaz wasn't worth it. Or maybe he would. Maybe Zash was different after all.
As the grey buck stood he was roused from his thoughts, and he grinned lopsidedly up at the other. "Yeah, I gotta admit that I'm not sure how I could either. But I will do my best, too. I mean, I'm here anyway." The grin melted into that rare, genuine smile that accented his freckles and bright eyes. Hesitated then, wondering if he should stand up as well. Did Zash want to leave? Didn't want to ponder on it too long in awkward silence and so Hannibal stood up as well, stretching and popping his back with a satisfied groan. Stared at the fireflies for a long moment, beating himself up on what to say but couldn't quite find the words. Ugh, why did he have to stand up as well? He was making everything so awkward, undoubtedly.
[Awwh thank you! So is Zash, oh my gosh. Such a doll~ ♥ And now that he has a friend he's being totally self-conscious, haha. Poor babbu. ;u;]
Bunnycorn Her answer was a relief; he was afraid that he was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Well, not in a creepy way, just more in a 'hey can you please give me some space' kind of way. The doe seemed that she was happy with the company however, and so he bowed his head slightly and crossed his forelegs. "Well, I'm glad I could help you out with that. I guess I just wasn't sure; a lot of people here seem to be touchy." Fell silent for a moment, then realized what he said and quickly added, "I mean, you're not touchy like at all, but...ah, I'm sure you know what I mean." Chuckled nervously and mentally slapped himself for fumbling around his words and being too apologetic.
[Awe thank you! I think it's adorable. Zash feels just as awkward. Hopefully that'll pass the more they understand each other.]
Zash knew he wasn't helping matters by staying quiet, but he really didn't know what to say. Usually he was the talker, trying to lure the quiet newcomer out of the silence they barricaded themselves behind. Yet that was trying to get does to accept his presence. Bucks were a different matter. They were...more judgmental, as far as he understood. Females pitied him; males tried to judge. He felt he had to watch what he said or mentioned. He felt he could open up to Hannibal if he wanted to, but didn't want to jump to trusting him too soon. He had a habit of doing that, and that usually just led to heartache or being betrayed. Or make the other feel like they were being smothered. He'd rather not smother the poor guy. "Sometimes the best is all you can do. Just be there. Help them through it. Be a friend." he shrugged and looked back at him from where he was watching the fireflies.
The blue-tinted doe closed her eyes as he spoke, ears swiveled lightly in his direction to hear him better. Breathing in the surrounding scents, she tucked her front appendages beneath her petite frame, before exhaling and opening her eyes again. She felt refreshed for some reason, and wanted to run. Run as far as she could, as fast as she could, only giving up when her sides screamed and yelled at her to stop. It was unlikely that she'd actually do that, though, as she already knew that she was stuck in this never-ending forest forever. Nodding her head, she glanced over at him from half-lidded eyes, eyelashes almost clouding her vision. "Mhm.." At his nervous laugh, a small smile would find it's way to her face, and the doe would fully turn to face him. She said nothing after that, simply gazing at the young buck and the fireflies that buzzed past.
Waning-Sun Hannibal had been guilty of being judgmental a few times in his life, but not without reason. He took everything for face value first, and then dug around later when he wished to know that person better. He supposed he could describe himself as a decent judge of character, rather than simply making wild assumptions about another. As such, the process could have positive or negative merits. In Zash's case, it was definitely the former; there was nothing negative to be had here. Or least, nothing that Hannibal wished to recognize.
The buck offered another nod and smile, and he didn't have anything to add to an already perfect statement. Giving it your best, and your all. He no longer wasted such energy of those who weren't worth it, but he could already tell that Zash was. The moment lingered into an extended period of silence, but it was not uncomfortable. Hannibal did not feel any impatient or tense energy from the other buck, and so he assumed that he did not wish to leave. And so, the words came out before he could stop them...as usual. "Hey, you know...you could stay here tonight, if you wanted to. I'm probably not gonna sleep, but if you want the company...I mean, if you're not wanted anywhere else. You don't have to stay, but...ah. Yeah," he fumbled before looking away as his cheeks tinted once more. Why could he never talk like a normal person? He just made that whole offer way more awkward than it needed to be. A-plus job, Hanni.
[Haha, they are both so sweet! And it definitely will pass. n_n]
Bunnycorn Despite the forest being endless, the buck loved taking long runs through. Actually, the fact that he always ended up in a familiar place was reassuring to him; he could never get lost. A run at dawn always helped him clear his head, at least somewhat. He did think a lot while running, but he did not get too lost in them, nor did they smother him. Hearing his thoughts was almost like having a friend beside him as they took on the morning dew and the lazy beginnings of sunlight shyly peeking through the sleepy canopy. And there he was, waxing poetic out of nowhere as usual. He always surprised himself.
Eventually he found her gaze again, and her smile was reassuring. One question had been nagging at him for a while however, and he could not help it from slipping out. "Ariana...were you born here in the forest? Or did you just...come to be? Like...do you have early memories of this place?" he asked slowly, hoping that the question wouldn't disturb her. He didn't want to give the impression of digging into her personal backstory, because that wasn't the case. He just needed to know if there were others like him who simply became and were not born.
[Sleepover! I hope so, Zash finds his fumbling humorous, though sad.]
Zash stared at him for a long moment, half wondering if he was serious. The flush that crept across Hannibal's face proved otherwise. "I suppose I could," he replied after a few heartbeats, trying to save some of Hannibal's face by pretending he didn't mind the awkwardness of the question. He settled back down, "I don't really have anywhere important or pressing to be..." he got up to settle a bit closer. "Mind you I might end up falling asleep."
Ariana paused at this question and closed her eyes, turning her head away from the buck. "I honestly just came to be.. I do feel as if this place is something I'd dream about, but at the same time, I don't know. I was once a fawn, yes, but I do not remember my mother or father at all. It's kind of sad, actually. How I'm still alive to this day puzzles me, too.." She looked back to him after that, though her gaze wandered to the side a bit as she thought of something else to say. Nothing slipped from her mouth though, and so she stayed silent.
[Woo-hoo! All that's missing is a pillow fort, but alas, no pillows and no thumbs! ;n;]
Hannibal wouldn't have been surprised if Zash decided to book it without answering; in fact, that was exactly what he was expecting. And so it was a bit of a shock when the other buck appeared to not mind at all. Shrugged off his awkwardness, even. Wow, this guy was a lot more than Hannibal gave him credit for. Chuckled a little and settled down when Zash moved closer, tucking his legs beneath him at the edge of the flower patch. "No worries at all. I wouldn't want you to stay up for my sake; I usually can't fall asleep anyway," he replied with that lopsided grin. There was that feeling of gratefulness creeping up again, a feeling that used to be so foreign to him. "But if you have to leave at some point, that's fine. Just figured we could both use the company, y'know?" Saying so felt more natural and less awkward this time.
Bunnycorn The buck listened intently and nodded along to the doe's explanation. It was eerie just how accurate his own situation was: no parents, no real memory of childhood and wondering just how the hell he survived. "You're not alone in that. I can relate...and it seems to me that almost everyone here can too," he said softly, and then fell silent for a moment as he pondered. "I mean, I'm not from here, but even my home was similar to this place with just as many people who were unsure as to where they came from. It makes no sense, but...I dunno, I've been trying to not think about it too much. It's pointless, and it gives me headaches." Kind of like the one he was getting right now; a throbbing ache was making itself known behind one of his eyes.
[Awww....I can totally see these two building some epic pillow castle or something. lol. Too much time on their hands....hooves]
"I really don't have anywhere to go," he replied with a half shrug, "my friends seem half alright on their own and my kids are off in their own little worlds as it is. I don't mind keeping you company...sorta saves both of us from spending this time alone." he trailed off into silence, resting his chin on the ground. It was several moments later that he spoke up again, "Why can't you sleep...if you don't mind me asking?"
The doe looked around, seeming rather confused at this. So it wasn't just her? "That's.. interesting. And yeah, I've never really thought about it before until now. Then again, I honestly don't care about where I came from or whatever."
( Ahh so short, I feel like crap right now, sorry. ;; )
Kids? What the... But Zash wasn't much older than Hannibal; hell, he might have even been older than the grey buck. He almost wanted to ask, but kept his mouth firmly clamped. That's a wee bit too personal of a question to ask: what is it with you kids having kids? Unless Zash meant that these kids of his were not biological. That made sense; Hannibal had 'adopted' a couple of kiddos over the years himself, back at home anyway. That led him to wonder how they were doing. He would need to visit them again soon, once he found that portal...if it even still existed. Ugh, too much stuff to think about. He wished he didn't have to think at all.
Smiled a little as Zash trailed off and rested his head, warmed by the other buck's words despite the gazillion thoughts and questions slamming against the walls of his skull. He simply nodded in understanding; after all, they had plenty of time and opportunities to learn more about each other. Why dig in so deeply and quickly tonight? The question caught him a little off-guard admittedly, and he chuckled softly as he shrugged. "Beats me. I've had that problem for as long as I could remember...I think since I grew up, if you want to call it that." Grinned at this, but it soon melted away. "I think I just got used to it...like I taught myself to adapt without much sleep. I had nightmares all the time, and sometimes they got so bad that I would wake up running. Sometimes I was awake, but I was dreaming and I couldn't move."
Trailed off for a moment and chewed on his bottom lip, brow furrowed. "I can't really remember any of these nightmares, but I knew that I was in danger in each one. And someone was...trying to hurt me. I think the same person...or more than one person. I dunno." Exhaled slowly, which ended in a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry. I'm sure you didn't want to hear that, but it's no big deal. They're just dreams. I just...I don't find much use in sleeping anymore. It's no big deal. Really." The fact was, he knew exactly who that person was in his nightmares. But he did not wish to share that information, not yet anyway. He felt that he could trust Zash, but certain details of his past were too intimate and personal to disclose right away. And so, he left it all up in the air for now.
Bunnycorn The buck grinned at this, and then chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Who cares? It doesn't change a thing whether we know or not. I mean we're kinda stuck here, so...yeah, really no point in knowing." Eh, that sounded a little more morbid than he intended coming out. Quickly he added, "But it's always nice to know about your past, I guess. Just helps to keep you grounded in who you are and where you came from. I dunno, I guess it gives you some security."
[It's totally fine, sweetie! I can wrap this up for us in the next post if you'd like. ♥]
( You don't have to do that! I just may not post right away. <3 )
She nodded, allowing her head to drop to the ground with a soft sigh. Her silver hair lay scattered around her, and honestly, she wanted to just cut it all off. Closing her eyes, she thought of things like where she came from, or what her mother looked like. "Yeah, I guess it does. And it kind of makes me sad when I see fawns with their parents, or others my age who still have their parents around." She looked over to him, blinking once. "Ya' know?"
Zash was quiet for a bit, but he nodded, "I had that too, for a little while. Bad nightmares were I was being attacked. But I didn't know who was behind it. I....I thought I was going to die, to be completely honest with you," he murmured, turning his blind side to him, "I...I obviously didn't know. I got my ass handed to me in the end, but we sort of reached a mutual understanding...I guess." he shrugged again.
Bunnycorn The buck frowned softly at this, relating quite a bit to that statement. As much of a rebel as he was, and as much as he convinced himself that he was independent, that missing piece of his past still got to him. It was a bummer knowing that you never had parents at all. What did that say about him? That he was less than alive, or natural? When she looked at him again, he offered a weak half-smile. "Yeah, I definitely know how you feel there. But you seem to be doing okay...er, encounters with jerkwads aside anyway."
[Alrighty, no worries! n_n]
Waning-Sun Grimaced as Zash went on to explain, surprised and saddened that the other male could relate. It wasn't very fun at all. That feeling that he was going to die...yeah, Hannibal was very familiar with that too despite not saying it out loud. There were certain memories that he could not block, as much as he tried, because they impacted his life in such a hugely negative way. Even in sleep he could not escape them, but they were easier to deal with while he was awake. At least when he was awake he had more control; while sleeping, he was helpless to his dreams. Helpless to him. Chewed on his lip some more, glancing at Zash's blind side. A little bit of blood had been drawn in his nervousness; he tasted the iron on his tongue. "That sucks, but...I mean, at least there was a mututal understanding like you said. Even if it hurt, it got resolved one way or another. The worst is when there is no stalemate...you're left with the feeling of being haunted." His voice trailed off into nothing, and the buck let his eyes slip shut with a long sigh. So much heavy stuff, all the damn time.
"Yes..." He allowed quiet to blanket his simple response, tilting his head to see Hannibal looking distressed, or if anything sad. He had touched a nerve, making Zash feel upset that he had drawn out something painful for him. Before he realized what he was doing he was getting to his hooves, limping over to settle himself down beside the young male and place his neck across Hannibal's in a hug. It was the only thing he could think of doing and he couldn't just sit there and let Hannibal hurt on his own. He just hoped he wasn't crossing some sort of line.
[-dies of cute- Omg Zash you're such a sweetie~ ;u;]
The buck's eyes remained closed even as he heard Zash shift beside him. Maybe he was leaving after all; he couldn't blame the other male for not wanting to listen to his own problems. Well, Hannibal would just have to face the facts: not every will sta- Oh, hello. He opened his eyes at the gentle weight he felt against his neck, Zash's scent flooding his senses. Hannibal blinked in surprised and stiffened a little, but only briefly; he was not used to being touched in such a forward manner, but...this was nice. It surprised him just how welcomed the affection was. Relaxing with a quiet sigh, Hannibal leaned back into the buck, hearing the other breathe gently. He was warm, and surprisingly comfy...wait, what was he thinking? Hannibal's face began to heat up again, that rosy tint bringing life to his cheeks, and he was grateful that Zash could not see it.
Without a word, as words weren't needed at all, Hannibal continued to remain where he was, gently leaning into his friend. He wanted to return the same amount of comfort that the grey buck gave him. As some time went on and the two remained glued to each others' side, Hannibal was amazed to find himself actually growing sleepy. Like, legitimately and pleasantly sleepy. The kind of sleepiness where you knew you had nice dreams ahead of you. A lazy smile crossed the buck's lips as his eyelids began to flutter. "Thank you," he mumbled softly against Zash's fur, hardly aware that he was speaking at all.
[djscjenf Hanny is going to kill me with his sweetness. So cute!]
Zash just smiled a gentle smile and slowly brought his head up, only to shift over a bit to where he was resting stretched out beside him, "Don't mention it.That's what friends are for," he murmured, catching the sleepy look that crossed his face, "You rest alright? I'll be here when you wake up again." He kept his voice gentle, trying to soothe the other into some form of sleep. Even a bit if it came down to it. He knew what a lack of sleep did to someone. He had been there too. I'll keep your demons away he thought, but didn't want to upset him by saying it aloud.
"Just rest..." He stifled a yawn as he made note of the other having buried his head in the gray's fur. A bit too late now that he had already moved, but he didn't want to wake Hannibal up later in case he too tried to catch some sleep and couldn't continue comforting him in a hug.
"I'll be here when you wake up again..." Those very words brought the buck all of the comfort and security he had subconsciously been seeking since he had stumbled upon this place. He never thought he would find it so soon, or even in another person. But here was Zash, and there was Fate smiling in their direction as it stepped off to the side. Its work here was done, and Hannibal was happy. And...oh, sleepy... A mumbled jumbling of nonsensical words left Hannibal's lips as he slipped deeper into a subconscious state with ease. Who even knew what he could be saying? The odds were good that they were words of praise and thanks, regardless. The last things he remembered before leaving this world behind was the way Zash's sides rose and fell against him as he breathed, his warmth and his gentle voice. It was all Hannibal needed to find peace at last, even briefly. He only hoped that his new friend could join him there as well.
[Oh gosh I cannot wait for them to finally meet in-game. Such dolls, ajdshs ♥]
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Zash stared at him for a long
The King of Pop,
Waning-Sun
The buck frowned a little at this, but he did expect a cryptic enough answer. It wasn't fair to ask for an explanation from Zash; after all, he was just as confused and lost. But even now, a bit of fog was starting to clear up in the deeper recesses of his memories. Whether this was a good thing or not, he wasn't sure yet. He didn't know if he was ready to accept what would eventually be revealed to him, but he couldn't continue to be lost in the fog lest he ended up going crazy...or worse. He had to accept everything, and learn to live with it. Even the harder truths. "So I guess that means...it's possible that I also died, like you. Somehow, maybe when I was a human," he said quietly after a long moment of pondering silence. His throat was parched, and it made an odd clicking sound when he swallowed. A lightheaded sensation began to creep up on him, and he lowered his cheek to the ground as well with a long sigh. "This is all so heavy... I won't lie, I'm pretty scared as to what I'll find out. But...meeting you and hearing your story helps me. And, I mean...I think it would be cool if we stayed in touch. I think we could help each other out...you know?"
If that's his roundabout way
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Haha, bingo! He's pretty
[edit] ;u; Coming from you Hraeth, that means quite a lot. Thank you! ♥
OR PERHAPS THE QUEEN(S)
THE QUEEN(S) OF ROCK
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Your art is so clean and
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/SCREAMS Poppy you are the
Poppy you are the best SOB
Aihnna, eeee thank you so very much!! You are so sweet omg ;u; ♥
QUEEN IS MY FAVORITE BAND MAN
YOU ASKED FOR IT
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Haha, I am totally not
SCREAMS oh my god I am imagining it, and it glorious. GLORIOUS.
sashay them hips and hit dat falsetto note Flammibal aw yeeaccording to my friend,
according to my friend, Tumblr is full of them
TO TUMBLR
And yep
complete with perm and big blue eyes and of course sass
Frednibal/wheeze
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/WHEEZE CAN'T HANDLE ALL
CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS FABULOUSNESS
thank u tho tumblr, ur grate sob ;u;HEHEH MUST GO ON TUMBLR NOW
MUST GO ON TUMBLR NOW EVEN THOUGH I STILL DON`T KNOW HOW TO POST GIFS FROM TUMBLR
maybe if I got an account/sob and paints a mustache on Hannibal
Or should I say Stashnibal
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After a few more moments of silence, Ariana finally turned to face the buck, eyes closed before she opened them. She saw how he scanned the horizon, and he almost looked hesitant; as if speaking would trigger an explosion of some sort. Tilting her head gingerly, the timid doe took in a breath before breaking the silence. "I don't know what possessed you to think that you have to protect me.. but thank you," She spoke quietly, eyes almost looking lost as she gazed at him.
-slowly turns around in a
Rofl awwh Bunny, stop apologizing, you are totally fine! c: ♥
Blinked out of his trance when she spoke, a little startled but did a good job of not showing it. Turned to her with a small smile, bowing his head slightly as a rosy tint spread across his cheeks. "Well, I mean...as long as you're okay with it. I couldn't just walk away, yanno?" Paused for a moment and then quickly added, "You're welcome." Shifted his weight slightly, taking in a deep breath. The air was feeling cooler, and crisp. It was nice. "Hey um, I can totally leave if you'd like me to. I don't want you to think I'm a creep for hovering around. I know I sure as hell like my privacy too, so it won't bother me if you'd like to be alone," he went on with a reassuring smile.
It took him a moment to fully
He couldn't help but chuckle, "You make it sound like you're asking for a business arrangement." His smile flickered into a more serious face, "But yes...I would like to be your friend..." He looked away, "I haven't had a friend my own age...in...never. I'm not sure how to act anymore...always around someone older...or watching after children...you know?" He paused a moment before adding, "I'd like to help you out if I'm able..."
More often than not, Hannibal
A rosy tint deepened on his pale cheeks to accompany the sheepish half-grin, though he felt great relief when Zash voiced his wish to be his friend also. It was comforting that the other buck didn't see him as a joke, though Zash didn't know him too well yet. But Hannibal wouldn't need to worry about that for now. As the grey buck went on to explain, Hannibal's smile softened as he bowed his head slightly in understanding. "Yeah...I can relate to that, believe me. I mean, kids are great, but until you I haven't met anyone around my age either." Tipped an ear when Zash offered his help, and the buck's smile brightened. When it wasn't a mischievous grin, it was a handsome smile that lit up his youthful face. "I would like to help you out too, Zash. I think we can both help each other, really. There's more to both of us than we think."
Heyhey gurl ♥ left
Gosh I love Hanny. He's such
Zash merely watched him while he waited for some sort of response. It felt awkward to just ask for a friend, especially at this age. When he was little it was just something that happened. He studied Hannibal while he waited a for an answer, half wondering how genuine he was. He seemed honest and genuine, especially when he smiled, and it was almost easy to forget that he hardly knew this young male. So positive...
He smiled back, allowing his uncertainty to fade away. "Yeah..." he rolled himself to his hooves, holding the other's gaze for several moments before offering a nod, "I'm not sure how I can help you, to be completely honest, but I can give it the best shot I have, Hannibal..." he trailed off, looking away for a second, only to refocus his brown eye on Hannibal, "if anything I can offer the support of a loyal friend."
Ariana watched him as he
Xemibutt ~ ♥
Waning-Sun
If the buck were to read the other's thoughts, he may have laughed a little. Positive? Not so much, but he tried to be. Like many others Hannibal bore a tough shell, but when peeled away little by little it revealed the true nature beneath. Namely, a confused and scared child who put all of his energy into trying to prove otherwise. But he didn't feel that he had to be that way with Zash, this gentle kindred spirit that seemed to understand him more than anyone else he had encountered here...or ever. Wasn't sure how to take it...gratefully, yes, but with a little skepticism. He didn't want to be too crushed when Zash inevitably decided that a friendship with an insecure spaz wasn't worth it. Or maybe he would. Maybe Zash was different after all.
As the grey buck stood he was roused from his thoughts, and he grinned lopsidedly up at the other. "Yeah, I gotta admit that I'm not sure how I could either. But I will do my best, too. I mean, I'm here anyway." The grin melted into that rare, genuine smile that accented his freckles and bright eyes. Hesitated then, wondering if he should stand up as well. Did Zash want to leave? Didn't want to ponder on it too long in awkward silence and so Hannibal stood up as well, stretching and popping his back with a satisfied groan. Stared at the fireflies for a long moment, beating himself up on what to say but couldn't quite find the words. Ugh, why did he have to stand up as well? He was making everything so awkward, undoubtedly.
[Awwh thank you! So is Zash, oh my gosh. Such a doll~ ♥ And now that he has a friend he's being totally self-conscious, haha. Poor babbu. ;u;]
Bunnycorn
Her answer was a relief; he was afraid that he was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Well, not in a creepy way, just more in a 'hey can you please give me some space' kind of way. The doe seemed that she was happy with the company however, and so he bowed his head slightly and crossed his forelegs. "Well, I'm glad I could help you out with that. I guess I just wasn't sure; a lot of people here seem to be touchy." Fell silent for a moment, then realized what he said and quickly added, "I mean, you're not touchy like at all, but...ah, I'm sure you know what I mean." Chuckled nervously and mentally slapped himself for fumbling around his words and being too apologetic.
[Awe thank you! I think it's
Zash knew he wasn't helping matters by staying quiet, but he really didn't know what to say. Usually he was the talker, trying to lure the quiet newcomer out of the silence they barricaded themselves behind. Yet that was trying to get does to accept his presence. Bucks were a different matter. They were...more judgmental, as far as he understood. Females pitied him; males tried to judge. He felt he had to watch what he said or mentioned. He felt he could open up to Hannibal if he wanted to, but didn't want to jump to trusting him too soon. He had a habit of doing that, and that usually just led to heartache or being betrayed. Or make the other feel like they were being smothered. He'd rather not smother the poor guy. "Sometimes the best is all you can do. Just be there. Help them through it. Be a friend." he shrugged and looked back at him from where he was watching the fireflies.
The blue-tinted doe closed
( Idon'tevenknowanymoresobs )
Waning-Sun Hannibal had been
Hannibal had been guilty of being judgmental a few times in his life, but not without reason. He took everything for face value first, and then dug around later when he wished to know that person better. He supposed he could describe himself as a decent judge of character, rather than simply making wild assumptions about another. As such, the process could have positive or negative merits. In Zash's case, it was definitely the former; there was nothing negative to be had here. Or least, nothing that Hannibal wished to recognize.
The buck offered another nod and smile, and he didn't have anything to add to an already perfect statement. Giving it your best, and your all. He no longer wasted such energy of those who weren't worth it, but he could already tell that Zash was. The moment lingered into an extended period of silence, but it was not uncomfortable. Hannibal did not feel any impatient or tense energy from the other buck, and so he assumed that he did not wish to leave. And so, the words came out before he could stop them...as usual. "Hey, you know...you could stay here tonight, if you wanted to. I'm probably not gonna sleep, but if you want the company...I mean, if you're not wanted anywhere else. You don't have to stay, but...ah. Yeah," he fumbled before looking away as his cheeks tinted once more. Why could he never talk like a normal person? He just made that whole offer way more awkward than it needed to be. A-plus job, Hanni.
[Haha, they are both so sweet! And it definitely will pass. n_n]
Bunnycorn
Despite the forest being endless, the buck loved taking long runs through. Actually, the fact that he always ended up in a familiar place was reassuring to him; he could never get lost. A run at dawn always helped him clear his head, at least somewhat. He did think a lot while running, but he did not get too lost in them, nor did they smother him. Hearing his thoughts was almost like having a friend beside him as they took on the morning dew and the lazy beginnings of sunlight shyly peeking through the sleepy canopy. And there he was, waxing poetic out of nowhere as usual. He always surprised himself.
Eventually he found her gaze again, and her smile was reassuring. One question had been nagging at him for a while however, and he could not help it from slipping out. "Ariana...were you born here in the forest? Or did you just...come to be? Like...do you have early memories of this place?" he asked slowly, hoping that the question wouldn't disturb her. He didn't want to give the impression of digging into her personal backstory, because that wasn't the case. He just needed to know if there were others like him who simply became and were not born.
[Sleepover! I hope so, Zash
Zash stared at him for a long moment, half wondering if he was serious. The flush that crept across Hannibal's face proved otherwise. "I suppose I could," he replied after a few heartbeats, trying to save some of Hannibal's face by pretending he didn't mind the awkwardness of the question. He settled back down, "I don't really have anywhere important or pressing to be..." he got up to settle a bit closer. "Mind you I might end up falling asleep."
Ariana paused at this
[Woo-hoo! All that's missing
Hannibal wouldn't have been surprised if Zash decided to book it without answering; in fact, that was exactly what he was expecting. And so it was a bit of a shock when the other buck appeared to not mind at all. Shrugged off his awkwardness, even. Wow, this guy was a lot more than Hannibal gave him credit for. Chuckled a little and settled down when Zash moved closer, tucking his legs beneath him at the edge of the flower patch. "No worries at all. I wouldn't want you to stay up for my sake; I usually can't fall asleep anyway," he replied with that lopsided grin. There was that feeling of gratefulness creeping up again, a feeling that used to be so foreign to him. "But if you have to leave at some point, that's fine. Just figured we could both use the company, y'know?" Saying so felt more natural and less awkward this time.
Bunnycorn
The buck listened intently and nodded along to the doe's explanation. It was eerie just how accurate his own situation was: no parents, no real memory of childhood and wondering just how the hell he survived. "You're not alone in that. I can relate...and it seems to me that almost everyone here can too," he said softly, and then fell silent for a moment as he pondered. "I mean, I'm not from here, but even my home was similar to this place with just as many people who were unsure as to where they came from. It makes no sense, but...I dunno, I've been trying to not think about it too much. It's pointless, and it gives me headaches." Kind of like the one he was getting right now; a throbbing ache was making itself known behind one of his eyes.
[Awww....I can totally see
"I really don't have anywhere to go," he replied with a half shrug, "my friends seem half alright on their own and my kids are off in their own little worlds as it is. I don't mind keeping you company...sorta saves both of us from spending this time alone." he trailed off into silence, resting his chin on the ground. It was several moments later that he spoke up again, "Why can't you sleep...if you don't mind me asking?"
The doe looked around,
( Ahh so short, I feel like crap right now, sorry. ;; )
[Right?! Haha, so
Kids? What the... But Zash wasn't much older than Hannibal; hell, he might have even been older than the grey buck. He almost wanted to ask, but kept his mouth firmly clamped. That's a wee bit too personal of a question to ask: what is it with you kids having kids? Unless Zash meant that these kids of his were not biological. That made sense; Hannibal had 'adopted' a couple of kiddos over the years himself, back at home anyway. That led him to wonder how they were doing. He would need to visit them again soon, once he found that portal...if it even still existed. Ugh, too much stuff to think about. He wished he didn't have to think at all.
Smiled a little as Zash trailed off and rested his head, warmed by the other buck's words despite the gazillion thoughts and questions slamming against the walls of his skull. He simply nodded in understanding; after all, they had plenty of time and opportunities to learn more about each other. Why dig in so deeply and quickly tonight? The question caught him a little off-guard admittedly, and he chuckled softly as he shrugged. "Beats me. I've had that problem for as long as I could remember...I think since I grew up, if you want to call it that." Grinned at this, but it soon melted away. "I think I just got used to it...like I taught myself to adapt without much sleep. I had nightmares all the time, and sometimes they got so bad that I would wake up running. Sometimes I was awake, but I was dreaming and I couldn't move."
Trailed off for a moment and chewed on his bottom lip, brow furrowed. "I can't really remember any of these nightmares, but I knew that I was in danger in each one. And someone was...trying to hurt me. I think the same person...or more than one person. I dunno." Exhaled slowly, which ended in a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry. I'm sure you didn't want to hear that, but it's no big deal. They're just dreams. I just...I don't find much use in sleeping anymore. It's no big deal. Really." The fact was, he knew exactly who that person was in his nightmares. But he did not wish to share that information, not yet anyway. He felt that he could trust Zash, but certain details of his past were too intimate and personal to disclose right away. And so, he left it all up in the air for now.
Bunnycorn
The buck grinned at this, and then chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Who cares? It doesn't change a thing whether we know or not. I mean we're kinda stuck here, so...yeah, really no point in knowing." Eh, that sounded a little more morbid than he intended coming out. Quickly he added, "But it's always nice to know about your past, I guess. Just helps to keep you grounded in who you are and where you came from. I dunno, I guess it gives you some security."
[It's totally fine, sweetie! I can wrap this up for us in the next post if you'd like. ♥]
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@u@ ♥ -mops up
-mops up buttrail- 8U
( You don't have to do that!
She nodded, allowing her head to drop to the ground with a soft sigh. Her silver hair lay scattered around her, and honestly, she wanted to just cut it all off. Closing her eyes, she thought of things like where she came from, or what her mother looked like. "Yeah, I guess it does. And it kind of makes me sad when I see fawns with their parents, or others my age who still have their parents around." She looked over to him, blinking once. "Ya' know?"
Zash was quiet for a bit, but
EHEHEHE. - scootsfaster- =w=
Bunnycorn The buck frowned
The buck frowned softly at this, relating quite a bit to that statement. As much of a rebel as he was, and as much as he convinced himself that he was independent, that missing piece of his past still got to him. It was a bummer knowing that you never had parents at all. What did that say about him? That he was less than alive, or natural? When she looked at him again, he offered a weak half-smile. "Yeah, I definitely know how you feel there. But you seem to be doing okay...er, encounters with jerkwads aside anyway."
[Alrighty, no worries! n_n]
Waning-Sun
Grimaced as Zash went on to explain, surprised and saddened that the other male could relate. It wasn't very fun at all. That feeling that he was going to die...yeah, Hannibal was very familiar with that too despite not saying it out loud. There were certain memories that he could not block, as much as he tried, because they impacted his life in such a hugely negative way. Even in sleep he could not escape them, but they were easier to deal with while he was awake. At least when he was awake he had more control; while sleeping, he was helpless to his dreams. Helpless to him. Chewed on his lip some more, glancing at Zash's blind side. A little bit of blood had been drawn in his nervousness; he tasted the iron on his tongue. "That sucks, but...I mean, at least there was a mututal understanding like you said. Even if it hurt, it got resolved one way or another. The worst is when there is no stalemate...you're left with the feeling of being haunted." His voice trailed off into nothing, and the buck let his eyes slip shut with a long sigh. So much heavy stuff, all the damn time.
Clare; /SCREAMS AND MOPS FASTER SOB TnT
"Yes..." He allowed quiet to
[-dies of cute- Omg Zash
The buck's eyes remained closed even as he heard Zash shift beside him. Maybe he was leaving after all; he couldn't blame the other male for not wanting to listen to his own problems. Well, Hannibal would just have to face the facts: not every will sta- Oh, hello. He opened his eyes at the gentle weight he felt against his neck, Zash's scent flooding his senses. Hannibal blinked in surprised and stiffened a little, but only briefly; he was not used to being touched in such a forward manner, but...this was nice. It surprised him just how welcomed the affection was. Relaxing with a quiet sigh, Hannibal leaned back into the buck, hearing the other breathe gently. He was warm, and surprisingly comfy...wait, what was he thinking? Hannibal's face began to heat up again, that rosy tint bringing life to his cheeks, and he was grateful that Zash could not see it.
Without a word, as words weren't needed at all, Hannibal continued to remain where he was, gently leaning into his friend. He wanted to return the same amount of comfort that the grey buck gave him. As some time went on and the two remained glued to each others' side, Hannibal was amazed to find himself actually growing sleepy. Like, legitimately and pleasantly sleepy. The kind of sleepiness where you knew you had nice dreams ahead of you. A lazy smile crossed the buck's lips as his eyelids began to flutter. "Thank you," he mumbled softly against Zash's fur, hardly aware that he was speaking at all.
[djscjenf Hanny is going to
Zash just smiled a gentle smile and slowly brought his head up, only to shift over a bit to where he was resting stretched out beside him, "Don't mention it.That's what friends are for," he murmured, catching the sleepy look that crossed his face, "You rest alright? I'll be here when you wake up again." He kept his voice gentle, trying to soothe the other into some form of sleep. Even a bit if it came down to it. He knew what a lack of sleep did to someone. He had been there too. I'll keep your demons away he thought, but didn't want to upset him by saying it aloud.
"Just rest..." He stifled a yawn as he made note of the other having buried his head in the gray's fur. A bit too late now that he had already moved, but he didn't want to wake Hannibal up later in case he too tried to catch some sleep and couldn't continue comforting him in a hug.
[-horks up a rainbow and sobs
"I'll be here when you wake up again..." Those very words brought the buck all of the comfort and security he had subconsciously been seeking since he had stumbled upon this place. He never thought he would find it so soon, or even in another person. But here was Zash, and there was Fate smiling in their direction as it stepped off to the side. Its work here was done, and Hannibal was happy. And...oh, sleepy... A mumbled jumbling of nonsensical words left Hannibal's lips as he slipped deeper into a subconscious state with ease. Who even knew what he could be saying? The odds were good that they were words of praise and thanks, regardless. The last things he remembered before leaving this world behind was the way Zash's sides rose and fell against him as he breathed, his warmth and his gentle voice. It was all Hannibal needed to find peace at last, even briefly. He only hoped that his new friend could join him there as well.
[Oh gosh I cannot wait for them to finally meet in-game. Such dolls, ajdshs ♥]
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