"I've got a few close friends. That's it." Indeed, the lack of leaders may have made the forest somewhat chaotic. But to Lieva, it was better that way. She'd be damned if someone tried to control her. Many have tried, and they failed horribly. "I find that life in a large group can get messy around here." By trying to kill each other, for example.

Ahhh sorry for the small pause with the replys. Was a busy weekend. Halloween. B)

Chromai - The 'speaks in' thingy is a HEX -color code for the color of Marrok's speech in RP's. Many characters here seem to have their own speech color. :>

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Marrok had lived in a group nearly all his life and living alone felt harder to him. It hadn't been even a week until he already had regretted leaving the herd and even more he regretted it now. He wouldn't be here if he had stayed.
He flicked his ear as if to shoo away his thoughts like a bugging fly. "H-how *cough* - can it get messy..?" He coughed. His mouth started feeling rather dry after not drinking all day. He had visited the near by stream time to times but getting there was such a pain.

"Ah, well.." If she told Marrok, he'd probably want to get out of the forest even faster. But since he had no plans staying here in the first place.. "Attempted murder, for one. Multiple occasions. But that's just one group, I don't know about the rest." Lieva went on. "Tends to happen when you put a lot of unstable and unrelated deer together. But I do see a lot of peaceful families, so maybe I was just unlucky."

Addressing his cough and dry voice, the doe raised some concern. "You okay, though? Do you need something to eat or drink?"

I need to buy you and like four other people new computers. 8/
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  Haytham’s brow raised to Lieva’s summary. Something he guessed was her past experience, and just about as fickle as he expected it to be. Attempted murder wasn’t a subject too foreign with the Reynard. “‘Least you got out of it,” he said when she was done. “Seems like one Hell of a mess.” He wondered who the group was, and wrote down a mental note to ask the doe later should she not bring up more of it during their current conversation. Information like that was always good. Kept him on his toes.
  The idea of water sounded great, honestly. While it was cool out, the arid climate was obvious, and as he quietly ground his teeth together Haytham found he was a bit parched. The weather in this place was often or not strange and unpredictable. It irked the fox sometimes, and yet he’d lived with it for almost a year and a half now. Most times, he bit back and dealt with it. Most times.
  Getting to his paws the fox shook himself. Stepping lightly out of Marrok's way as his own two ears perked in the direction of the pond. Listening for movement, voices. Normally he didn’t go to the wide circle of water. Not on his own, at least. It was too open for something as small as him to walk freely through without a care. With the much taller duo however, he felt a little more comfortable with doing such a thing

"For the most part, yeah. Can't really avoid them completely, though." It didn't worry her, it just made things more difficult.

Lieva nodded to the pair, a drink sounded pretty good right about now. Rising to her feet, the doe finally took notice that Marrok was about as big as her - maybe a little taller than she. Kind of made her feel better about her stature, considering that a good portion of the forest was made up of giants.

Assuming Marrok was able to get around on his own without much help, the doe moved off towards the Crying Idol, pausing only briefly to browse the blueberry bushes and pick off any berries along the way.

Indeed, the buck had gotten a hang on walking without relying on his wounded leg which wasn't let to touch the ground. It merely swept the hay gently along the way.
His dark ears were turned back to listen to the conversation between the two others - especially when the fox mentioned about getting out of the forest he listened more closely than he let it show. He wanted to learn anything about travelling out of the forest.
After a while of walking - and limping, birch trees turned into pine trees and the dry ground under their hooves and paws into lush grass and moss. Marrok glanced the weird looking statue once before he approached the running water and lowered his head for it, small white beard soaking.

  Haytham found himself smiling at the doe’s words. The tip of his tail rotating a bit in thought. The fox tended to like people with a bit of passion for their ways. “True,” he agreed. “I’ve seen some people conjure up the things,” he spoke of portals, “but I’ve never been able to do so unless it was by accident.” He’d only been through a portal in what he deemed "the natural way" when it came to this place. That venture had only lasted a few months before he was thrown back into the forest. Almost as if something was keeping him in.
  Or maybe he just lacked something that kept him out. Whatever it was, Haytham wasn’t fond of not having it.

*sits & stares*

('w')

Haha 'welcome, this interaction was fun.

AMG This made me so happy!;;
Love how he looks kind of sad/anxious in this piece, pretty sure that's exactly how he looked some time after entering Endless Forest.
Thank you for sketching him <3!

You don't know what's good for yourself. They know. B|

Make way for the growing egos of the new forest fashionistas! They could start some fashion/lifestyle blogs or film youtube videos. |D

"This mask really makes your eye color pop out while these antlers frame your face nicely and make it look smaller."
#MAKEUPHACKS #FASHIONTIPS #HASHTAG

Suddenly I'm feeling the growing urge to murder them.

_{thanks <3}