Broken signature, pls excuse me.

I wouldn't really consider his illness a plot, but I'm glad you think it's good. <3 Originally I was going to see him in TEF to the very end of it, but with recent events... I think he'll stay out for the foreseeable future.

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But if anyone's characters want to reach out to him at any point, poke me on Skype.

Mjrn:

fgfgkfk friend I'm not allowed to kill him off entirely LOL. Not after how it affected me last time...
I do have plans on how to work with this though, they'll have an extreme impact on how he'll... 'live'. Big changes and all that stuff. I'll sort it out for the date he's meant to go.

Creepin' in.

;_; ... <3

I'm ngl, I often slack when thoroughly reading through some bio's but I've read through this one a few times and it always pleases me. It's a good read, and also Virgil has always been a special tef icon to me so this page is just like, agh, happy feels. <3

Kimi: <3
J!n: </3
Starling: Aaaa thank you so much. ;; I'm really glad you like it in here. <3 A lot of heart and tears went into every aspect of this bio haha.
Amary: Haha it's okay. He's not meant to be healed anyway.

If she wants! That much is okay. He's had another friend help with that too.

You just HAD to include that Sight Rós video smh you are now responsible for all these feels that I cannot hold

*makes a VirRed sandwich*
help I can't stop calling him Virgil in my head

Watching that video and seeing your comment on it brought me here.
It's been a pleasure to watch The Red over the years.

We'll miss him tons, but respect your decision 100%. ♥ Expect to see us lurking around.

As I've said before, I'll miss him terribly. But I respect your decision, and you have my support 100%. I'm really glad I've had the opportunity to meet and interact with him, and be able to follow his story. <3 Lacie will definitely pop in at some point to see him.

lunaa: Would be glad to see her. ♥ And thank you. I'm glad they got to know each other throughout it all.

day4:
"Hello," the stag answers back. It's also a greeting of confused emotions. While he did not suffer the affects of amnesia, the old hart has been worn by time, and he has not seen this doe for many years. Yet, he knew to receive her with familiarity; a faint nagging in his pain deteriorated mind at least offered that.
He reunites with her warmly, content in their proximity, and bids her a fond farewell when she leaves.

Mary, you honor me more than I deserve. I couldn't possibly put to words how much yours mean to me. I'm so incredibly happy you like him, and see him in such a high esteem. The Red has had by far more love poured into him than any of my other characters... ever. I'm glad you think it shows.

Thank you for following him, thank you for liking him, and thank you so much for telling me this. <3 Fff, still can't bring my feelings to justice but I mean it all, so much. Thank you.

Was excited to see her! <3 Thank you for swinging by.
Hopefully! There's a couple weeks left yet.

She can smell death on his breath.

Unfettered, she walks with a solemn gait to where the red resides. She too had seen the gates of death time and time again, a path both her and the Red seemed to share. However, this was the last gate and one day, she too would run out of gates to pass through.

Slowly she walks until she is by his side, lowering her body to sit by The Red. For a while, she sits still, then presses her head gently against his for a few moments more. She is silent, unmoving and there was no room for speech during that moment.

Finally, she stands to her feet, whispering a few words before she left;

"To the stars once more, Friend Red. I too, will see you soon."

And with that edit, there goes my heart. I'm actually dreading this. ;n;

omg
im gonna tell on u >:[

The nymph leaves some flowers from her antlers.

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Rest in Peace, Red Hart ♥

This is beautiful. Rest in peace, Dear Red. <3

Archived: The last interaction between The Fortress and The Red.

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A selfish corner of his heart told him not to go, but guilt and sorrow overruled and pushed each step. Dag passed his Dandelion - catching just a glance - to be reminded of courage and did not stop until The Red and Saosin could be seen.

They're not there.

The Inferno was all but embers; his kingdom had fallen, and the crown was on the ground. What Dag saw took time to process, his oldest and dearest friend looked so weak and so... small. How could this be? The Red is the biggest part of the forest. Everyone knows that.

Feeling weakness in his legs, Dag greeted the pair without words and sat close to his dying friend. His whole body was tense and even his jaw ached from clenching - trying to hold back whatever it was that wanted to spill. Even the gentlest of touches can wound, and that is exactly what happened when the giant felt the stag's frail body lean into him.

A fissure ran through Dag's core and all the guilt from time lost bled from it. Missed opportunities to run, laugh, even fight. He closed his eyes tight, trying to remember "the last time we..."
But he couldn't remember. There was no definitive moment he could capture and burn to memory right now, because the only thing that overwhelmed his mind is that nothing would ever be the same. There was no 'one last game' they could play to make it all better.

"Brother."

His voice is quiet and shaken. Repent. Repent.





The elder Hart greeted his friend upon approach, but was quick to fall once again from the pain and weakness that overcame his very existence. Not a moment goes by where the Red is reminded of this; the gripping fear, agony, and difficulty to comprehend the world around him. However, even in the face of death, he offered what he could to Iaurdagnire by leaning against him, pleased to see him once more.

Had circumstances been any different, the Fortress would sooner realize that time apart has not tainted their bond. The Red continues to hold him with the same high regard as he has done for the longest time. What he gets instead is the Hart's trust; he closes his eyes and lowers any guard he would have had for most others - it's the least he could do.

Hardly able to breathe through loudly wheezed breaths, he said nothing back, but hoped the actions spoke louder than words.





Intensely focused on hoping to hear his voice, Dag's heart sank a little further. But, to feel him breathe is enough; it is the silence to come that filled him with dread. When you've known a creature for so long, they are woven into your world. The forest is alive with all manor of creatures, yes all the chatter is ignored in favour of the calls of your friends. These days... they are less and less... but they always seem to come back some-when, like Dag himself. But this stag's roar will be gone. The scent on his birch trees will be gone.

You never know how loudly someone will come in to your life, and Virgil was certainly the loudest. The pain of his departure will be felt by many, and Dag hoped that in this moment the hurt he felt was some of the Red's pain unburdened onto him to carry for the last mile.

"I'm sorry." He didn't notice that his eyes had welled to the point he could no longer see, "All I can think about is how I was never here for you the past few years. Whether you needed me or not, I just... Regret. Regret is all I have."

A deep breath.

"You built this. All of it. Don't you get it... You're a bigger, more permanent part of this forest than the Oak, the statues, everything." Tears fell, exposing himself as the emotional child he was for a brief moment before gathering himself again.
"I'm afraid of what will be."





The Red laid still, quiet if not for the loud wheezing breaths and frequent gulps of air he had to take in order to exist. His eyes opened to receive his friends words, and found no comfort in them on behalf of the both of them. A glance is spared for his lover nearby, then back to his friend beside, then he closes his eyes again and takes a deeper breath, "you are here now." Any communication came with greater effort, but the Red gives what he can, "do not regret." Then a mournful pause as fear grips him once again, he didn't want to go. "Live," and remember.





"Live?" Dag sniffed loudly and a single laugh escaped him. It wasn't because he found the advice funny, but... well, maybe it was? A dying stag telling another that is fully alive and well to just continue doing so.
"Living... Is very hard, isn't it. Harder than merely existing. You don't really have to do anything to exist.... Years from now, you'll still be here." He sniffed back more tears and the tone of his voice changed.
"And I'm not talking about all the children you covered the forest with. Honestly, did you need that many?"
Slowly, Dag moved his head so he could rest the side of his nose onto Red's neck, closer to his ear so he could speak more calmly without needing to draw attention from others.
"You know, right now looks a lot like many other days we've had. All sat around close to each other enjoying each others company... Like we've been running about the forest and play-fighting in flower patches all day. It's in those moments I find meaning."
He paused, choosing to listen to Red's breathing before continuing. Although it was a painful sound, it offered some comfort to Dag that his words were being heard even if they weren't being listened to.
"Your name carries more weight than the Gods; I won't be the only one telling stories about you and all the dodgy things we all got up to back in the day. We're quite the historical trio after all." A sympathetic glance escaped to Saosin as a reminder of how dire the situation was, and that he couldn't sit there talking forever...

... There was no forever left.

"Yes.... You are our history." With that realisation, Dag came to terms that a huge chapter of his life was closing with Red. He had taught him... everything.
"Brother, we'll race through a forest again one day. Remember that feeling of running so fast that your legs feel like they may give out at any moment? But you still keep going because the air can't stop you no matter how much it burns your lungs. It's even more amazing when that running becomes contagious, and the forest is just a din of thundering hooves. When I think of what freedom is, that's the feeling I think of... running to fast you chase the sun and feel closer to the sky."
Dag's heart raced as he imagined it, trying - and failing - to spare Red's coat of his tears.
"Keep running; I'll race you to the end."





The elder Hart listened the entire way through, with eyes mostly closed and the odd pained grimace breaking through his already strained expression. But among that mix there was a calmer presence; a secret smile, hidden by the old stag's inability to produce such, as Iaurdagnire describes some of the fondest memories of their past. As a result of his brother's words, something changes dramatically in the Red, as though an oppressive air slipped away like fading mist, replaced with a warmer dawn. In this moment, the hart manages to let go of the fear that had weighed him down so terribly, and with the promise of his long term suffering finally coming to an end, the Red finally accepts his fate.

Iaurdagnire would surely notice this change, but if not, the dying stag leaned into his touch anyway - a silent act of gratitude.





The reaction, however subtle, would be all the closure Dag would receive. He maneuvered his head and embraced the frail stag for what would - unbeknownst to him - be the very last time.

Dag came to The Red in an emotionally complicated state. The first facet being an overwhelming sense of regret for missing out on much of the twilight years of Red's life, and facing the impossibility of trying to make up for the lost time he wished he could have back; a second time to be a better friend; a better brother. The other was of sheer grief-stricken panic from having to face the loss of his dearest and oldest friend and the inconceivable thought of a tomorrow without him in it. These feelings would not go away overnight, and as he fell back in love with the memories of their early days, one thing was certain.

'The Red will never die as long as his name is spoken, and I am a storyteller.'





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