Recently: Woke from a very strange, very long, very deep sleep. Couldn't remember his dreams, but....he had been somewhere else? Noticed that he was in a bed of woven ferns, with two pale roses set beside him. Strange...Without much question he ate the roses as a small breakfast and went for a drink from the Idol.
Met a tall, dark stranger there (Israel); greeted him and went for a drink. However as he turned to climb up the bank, slipped on some ice and fell into the frigid water. After pulling himself out quite embarrassed, at that, Israel offered to make a fire so that Ambrose wouldn't freeze. Agreed and followed him, ending up cuddling with the stag beside the fire for warmth as his coat dried out.
The next day was found by Virus during yet another nap. Was scentmarked, and cuddled with as they spoke, admitting how much they'd missed each other. Asked about the rest of the 'family' and was assured that they were all doing well. Received a thorough grooming; once again reminded Virus of his promise to take the buck to the human world. Once again excited at the prospect.
Took a walk to refresh himself after Virus left; after visiting the Gods' Hill, found Israel once again. Glad to see his new friend, went to snuggle with him some more. Was scentmarked for the second time that day. Once more the subject of the human world was brought up, and Israel offered to take Ambrose to go see India with him. Ambrose gently declined...for now, however tempting the offer stands. Talked a bit more, and started grooming Israel as the stag began to doze off. Finally started feeling dozy again himself, and used the stag as a pillow.
Previously: urhurhur
Ambrose (~) Gender:// Male - androgynous Orientation:// Unknown; (currently) nonexistant? Has little knowledge or care of such things Age:// Adolescent (about the equivalent of a 16-17 y/o human) Speech:// #6d5e60 Voice:// Sounds like Jen; sometimes speaks with an odd, vaguely old-fashioned dialect Scent:// Crushed leaves, rain, wildflowers - masked by the scent of roses Size:// x (A tiny bit taller now; need to update this)
Set:// Permadevout pelt, Fan mask, Purple flowers
(Alt. Set: Secretary pelt, Fan mask, Red flowers; wears this when 'painted')
'Treasures', gifts:// A small pouch of rose petals made into a pendant (from Virus)
♦Currently at that awkward point in development; not quite one thing yet no longer another
♦Has very poor vision. Physical touch is almost a necessity to him and he will groom, cuddle, and touch the face of whoever he might be with (if permitted).
♦Almost childlike; doesn't know how or if he should 'grow up'.
♦Places an exceedingly high value on aesthetics. Frequently decorates himself with flowers, perfumes, and dyes and becomes embarrassed if his appearance isn't up to par.
♦Unaware of any confusion regarding his gender due to his appearance or mannerisms. He has only ever been praised for his looks and elegance and sees no need to change this; he's a sucker for compliments.
♦Increasingly curious about the human world as he's been told it may have something to do with his past. Hardly remembers his life before entering the Forest.
♦Easily overwhelmed and disoriented by too much noise, movement, or negative feelings from himself or others. Tends to avoid crowds when he can because of this.
♦Prone to nightmares, extremely vivid dreams, and fitful sleeping. Dislikes falling asleep by himself, though this is fading.
♦Superstitious; refuses to step into mushroom rings and is very wary about using magic unsupervised.
♦Has a tendency to avoid others when upset, but can grow whiny at times. Whining increases with his low pain tolerance.
♦Affected by early-onset ocular nystagmus: brought on by his albinism, his eyes tend to involuntarily 'quiver' back and forth
♦Finds it difficult to distinguish bright colors; sees mostly in pastels
It should be noted that Ambrose is played IC; his thoughts and actions do not represent my own.
Also, please let me know of any coding screwups and/or spelling errors and such. It's a bad habit for me to try to pull off these things while half-asleep.
Feel free to start some sort of rp with him, on here or though MSN/email c: I'll always be more than happy to oblige; this little one desperately needs more interactions and development.
I may be contacted at <3
@Torturer: Awww <33 He just gets so worried because she always seems to be injured when he sees her :'D He just doesn't want it to get any worse even if he can't do much about it...^^'
LOL. It's okay XD; I can't see anything that's going on though anyway; the lag got so bad that everything, just....stopped :I I need to get my butt on msn don't I
Edit: Kay, so, I signed up and updated/messenger whatever since my game is being weird again, and...I'm totally lost |D orz I have no idea what I'm doing. /noob
I know :c
Though honestly I feel more sorry for Candlewick...he's already paranoid about the deer Ambrose meets and keeping him safe, and now he has to deal with Ambrose whining constantly xD;
I know!! ♥ So awesome seeing you and Myszka back in the forest ;u;
Pffft. You never know when a storm will pop up here XD The other day I had to run through thunder and rain at work to serve tea in another building...fun times.
Bellows ringed in the air as Vier cantered towards the blue bowl, the hollow where he had often before withdrawn from the annoying hubbub of the forest. The roars of the other deer reached the spot only as faint echoes. He had come to notice that the sun warmed hollow was one of the exceptional spots which was usually serene and where no one came to bother him. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered visiting the Forest as often as he had recently done.
But something was different today. Vier could smell it. The air nearby the blue bowl didn't normally carry a fair scent of...roses? He slowed down to a walking pace. Upon entering the hollow he immediately noticed a figure laying almost in his favourite spot. He grit his teeth as he approached the figure. Perhaps under better circumstances he wouldn't have had acted so crudely, but the Forest was noisy and he wanted his peace and quiet. Alone. Who the heck are you?
// Hi! We sat in the blue bowl for a while and I thought I'd try to start a short rp with you. Urm, I might not reply fast and haven't roleplayed in years, but, ahaha, the bowl is Vier's favourite place and he prefers his solitude there, so I thought it'd make a perfect reason for them to start interacting. ': D
Rhhya: Oh, I didn't see your comment till now, sorry! O: I must have been afk when they were sitting close, but thanks for the track~♥
mellion: Ah, so that's who that is! For some reason the map was bringing me to the wrong link or something and I couldn't figure out who was there with Ambrose ^^' And I don't mind the rp at all, take your time dear! (apologies in advance for the fuzzball being a total poutyface today)
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The white buck only looked up when the unfamiliar scent and hoofbeats drew closer. His wavering eyes couldn't quite focus on the approaching stag but he still drew back at the unhappy posture, attempting to hide the mess of purple-and-red blueberry stains across his downy coat that were the remains of his botched painting attempt. Long ears flattened submissively when the stag spoke. He seemed unhappy, that was almost a given. Was Ambrose not supposed to be there?
"I'm Ambrose," he replied quietly, and ducked his gaze to the ground. He wanted to add something along the lines 'I'll get out of your way if you'd like' or 'I'm sorry if I'm in your place.' But after being run off earlier he simply didn't have the energy to go out of his way to be polite this time. Nor was he going to stand for being run off again; it was getting a little ridiculous.
The retiring manner in which the stranger had responded to him irritated Vier more. Ready to take the submissive role in an instant when confronted by a crumpy deer like himself? Hmph. He wondered how the white stag managed with deer who were truly aggressive and even potentially dangerous as he eyed the younger deer vexed. The shapeshifter couldn't help taking notice of the smudges that reminded him of bruises on the pelt of the intruder. What on earth had they done to themselves? Vier snorted and scrabbled the ground with his foreleg as a sign of irritation. What's the purpose of your visit? Do you come here often?"
Ambrose frowned at the stranger's aggravation and tried to rub some berry juice from his face against his dye-soaked foreleg, but the gesture only resulted in a smear of indigo across his cheekbone. Oh no. "I don't frequent this spot, no." The buck shook his head and felt a little grateful when part of his mane fell into his face, hiding the new stain. "I was only here to...to..." Ambrose exhaled and bit his lower lip in frustration at the thought. "I was trying to dye some of my fur with the berries, that's all." His long tail thrashed a bit; he was irritated not at the stag, but at himself. This day simply refused to go on in his favor at all. Ambrose felt that awful lump in his throat again and he quickly ducked to hide more of his face in his hair, hoping the stranger didn't see his eyes water.
"Great," Vier sighed in relief. The idea of having visitors on a frequent basis had tensed him up, but the white stag had uttered just the right words to wind him down a little. His presence was only temporary, he could endure that much. The shapeshifter took a deep breath in an attempt to further calm his mood before taking a few steps closer to his visitor, yet staying so far away that he couldn't see the face of the white stag from all of his hair that drooped over his profile.
Vier tilted his head, his ears perking up a little."Excuse me? Did you say you come here to dye your fur?" Now that he didn't feel threatened by the stranger anymore he began to take an amused interest in the younger one. Dye one's fur? Who does something like that?
Ach, I fell in love with this
Track ~ ♥
Awww, he seems to do that to
Thanks a bunch cx -adding the drawing now-
Track~ c:
cx ♥
Love this
He's such a lovely boy. I
@Embyr: Thank you ;u;
@Torturer: Awww <33 He just gets so worried because she always seems to be injured when he sees her :'D He just doesn't want it to get any worse even if he can't do much about it...^^'
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oh oh I'm in love))
Excellent biography! Track!
Thank you both~ cx ♥
Tracking
Sorry 'bout my hotkeys.
LOL. It's okay XD; I can't
I need to get my butt on msn don't ILOL well that would help XD
PFFF XD But I'm not used to
Well now it's time to... get
Bahaha. Fine. XDDD You win
this timeEdit: Kay, so, I signed up and updated/messenger whatever since my game is being weird again, and...I'm totally lost |D orz I have no idea what I'm doing. /noob
Awwwh xD Well I added you,
Yay it works! ouo
and hello again.
track c:
-luffs on you both-
And yaaay for bio makeovers :U
Asklfjdg! Why haven't I
Lovely CSS makeover! ♥
Lol, thank youuuu~ cx
'Feeling a little ill..' }:
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I know :c Though honestly I
Though honestly I feel more sorry for Candlewick...he's already paranoid about the deer Ambrose meets and keeping him safe, and now he has to deal with Ambrose whining constantly xD;
Haha, I keep seeing Ambrose
Ha, yeeaaah...he kind of gave
Oh, Can...he doesn't even know you're his brother yet. You'd better get used to it.
soo my little brother was
soo my little brother was looking up 'funny penguin' on google- and ths came up |D
-giggling so much right now
Ffffff, now I want to draw him as a moody albino penguin XD ♥
I don't think I'm tracking
Hn, so TEF's been deciding to
Myszka was happy to see Ambrose pop out of nowhere, though :3
I know the feeling :c Yes, it
Yes, it was delightful! They need to hang out more, mhm~
*nodnod* yessiree. + Looks
+ Looks like Ambrose taught one of the fawns how to 'paint' his coat with that secretary bird spam :3
Bahaha, yes~ xD Ambrose
Ambrose certainly approves. Soon it will be a trend >D
not sure why i'm not trackin
so grown up ;0;
he's so cute/ ; A ; i love
Thanks ;u;
Fancy seeing Ambrose again |D
+'isane weather'.. Don't get struck by lightning :3
I know!! ♥ So awesome
Pffft. You never know when a storm will pop up here XD The other day I had to run through thunder and rain at work to serve tea in another building...fun times.
gotta retrackkkk
never you mind, death professor
love is life, my love is better
retrack
TRACK! Sitting near the
Sitting near the Vittani. x)
Bellows ringed in the air as
But something was different today. Vier could smell it. The air nearby the blue bowl didn't normally carry a fair scent of...roses? He slowed down to a walking pace. Upon entering the hollow he immediately noticed a figure laying almost in his favourite spot. He grit his teeth as he approached the figure. Perhaps under better circumstances he wouldn't have had acted so crudely, but the Forest was noisy and he wanted his peace and quiet. Alone. Who the heck are you?
// Hi! We sat in the blue bowl for a while and I thought I'd try to start a short rp with you. Urm, I might not reply fast and haven't roleplayed in years, but, ahaha, the bowl is Vier's favourite place and he prefers his solitude there, so I thought it'd make a perfect reason for them to start interacting. ': D
Rhhya: Oh, I didn't see your
mellion: Ah, so that's who that is! For some reason the map was bringing me to the wrong link or something and I couldn't figure out who was there with Ambrose ^^' And I don't mind the rp at all, take your time dear! (apologies in advance for the fuzzball being a total poutyface today)
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The white buck only looked up when the unfamiliar scent and hoofbeats drew closer. His wavering eyes couldn't quite focus on the approaching stag but he still drew back at the unhappy posture, attempting to hide the mess of purple-and-red blueberry stains across his downy coat that were the remains of his botched painting attempt. Long ears flattened submissively when the stag spoke. He seemed unhappy, that was almost a given. Was Ambrose not supposed to be there?
"I'm Ambrose," he replied quietly, and ducked his gaze to the ground. He wanted to add something along the lines 'I'll get out of your way if you'd like' or 'I'm sorry if I'm in your place.' But after being run off earlier he simply didn't have the energy to go out of his way to be polite this time. Nor was he going to stand for being run off again; it was getting a little ridiculous.
The retiring manner in which
Ambrose frowned at the
"Great," Vier sighed in
Vier tilted his head, his ears perking up a little."Excuse me? Did you say you come here to dye your fur?" Now that he didn't feel threatened by the stranger anymore he began to take an amused interest in the younger one. Dye one's fur? Who does something like that?