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31.08.12. Started 16:32.
It's been a month since I've posted anything on here and quite honestly, I think I'm done with this place. I've checked back here and there and just...nothing on the site appeals to me anymore. I'm done with trying to stick around and be active, because I just don't see the point anymore. Typically, there's a chance you'll see me in the forest as one deer or another; be it as an original character or a fan-character. Please, if you want to keep in contact with me - add me on MSN.
I'm not going to say 'oh I'm leaving', because there may be a time in the future where inspiration will strike and I'll come back and make characters and lose myself in illusion again, but for now I'll just say that my absence is pretty much just going to continue on this site, unless I stumble across something that I feel I have to comment on.
I've created a sort of 'TEF tumblr' where I can store character information and such and it can be all pretty and such and I won't have to worry about posting it here. As of now, that will be your best bet at keeping up with any characters I make, though if I do put them inforest there'll be information on their pictogram pages.
I don't think the community has had much need for me in a very long time. So, here we are.
I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not.
See you on the flipside, guys.
<3
EDIT: I just realised tomorrow is Rut's birthday. Haha.
((Liiturz~
"If I just told ya that I was sorry... That I couldn't do anythin' about it, would ya take that instead?" he asked, taking a few more uneasy steps before awkwardly plopping to his side in front of the feathered stag, meat-deprived legs sprawled out beside of him.
He briefly closed his eyes in thought before speaking again. "I dunno how to put it, man. I really don't." he shook his head in frustration, taking time to force his head up to study the stag's wounds. "Sorry..."
It was all that he could really choke out.
The air was infected with the smell of roses now, offering an ease onto the unsetting bout of tension that he had. He had to admit, that weird cream stuff that Rosine had made for him was really helping him, at least for the scent alone.
He paused, and shifted himself over to examine one of the golden stag's more... severe wounds, wincing at his own movement. More out of sick guilt than anything else, he craned his neck over and coated his face with some of the blue paste, transferring it over to the wounded stag's cuts.
"My..." he paused. "My partner... Made it fer me, helps take down the pain a bit. Maybe it'll help ya..." he muttered, rather embarassed with himself.
Gingy
The stag chuckled vaguely, honey-coloured eyes closed now, but he could feel Jergens looking at him. Probably staring at the wounds he'd inflicted. "S'allright," he murmered after a few seconds of trying to figure out what he should say. "Weird stuff happens in thees forest."
Rhye's eyes opened just as Jergens' neck stretched forwards, and he had no time to do anything before pain shot through him. Rhye hissed, tensing, the enormous feathers lying at either side of his head twitching. "Fff--!" He bit back his curse, breathing heavily through his nose. Rhye did not like pain.
At least whatever Jergens had just smeared on him cooled the wounds and made them feel a bit less...severe.
"O-oh." Rhye's brow furrowed. "Thanks. Could have warned me though." He winced, shifting a little. "Was it..."
What was the word?
"Was it...foolish of me to--to keep try--tryink--trying to help you?"
Another pause. Most of the
"Ya got that right that right. Goddamn forest..." he chuckled bitterly, stopping his work when he noticed that he had used up all the blue cream that he could reach. "Shit..." he sighed. "Sorry, man... If I could find some roses round' here... I could try and make more of it... Hell if I know how, though." Jergens flopped his head back to the ground, biting back a string of loud curses as the bleeding wound on his head wetly thumped against the ground.
Foolish?
Well...
Maybe.
"If ya hadn't, I probably would have died... y'know? Might've bashed my skull open onto a few trees..." he smiled, that rare, friggen 'prince charming' smile that used to only use for seduction.
"Yer not that bad, Rhye... I feel bad fer being a total douchebad to ya before..." he muttered.
Seeing Jergens smiling made
"S'allright," he said again, gold eyes closing tiredly. "There must be roses somewhere, you know," Rhye eventually decided. "A few deer wear them in their antlers and such..."
The dog-footed stag lifted his head, looking at Jergens again, feeling sick to the stomach at the sight of both dried and new blood. "That wound on your head needs to be cleaned at least," he frowned, wondering briefly if Jergens would object to Rhye cleaning it with his tongue. Which sounded dirty in his head, but he held back the smirk threatening to creep onto his face.
Then he realised something.
He might have actually saved Jergens' life.
What a strange thought.
"I thought ya were the
Hell, it wasn't like he enjoyed it. He friggen hated it, guilt was the only thing that kept pushing him forward.
He didn't like to admit it, but he did have... at least a little respect for the feathered stag.
"Maybe..." he mused. He knew that Rosine's own special blue roses grew right on his antlers, but he didn't know about much else besides that.
((LOLSHORTANDSTUFFISORRY : P))
[QUALITY NOT QUANTITY. SHUT
"I am squeamish," he muttered, then flinched in surprise as Jergens' tongue scraped against one of his injuries. Rhye's face burned, and he wished he had his mask to cover it, but he didn't.
So, even though he hated the sight of the gash on Jergens' head, Rhye began to try and clean it gently, grimacing at the taste of blood on his tongue.
"This is disgusting, darling," the stag announced after a short amount of time, wincing every now and then but continuing to lick at Jergens' wound.
((ILOVEYOUTOOBUTIMMASTILLGUIL
"Shut up and lick it, dahling, I hate it too, trust me." he drew back slightly, nodding to himself at his work before moving onto another uncovered cut. "I swear to God, Rhyers. If yer getting turned on by this, I'll have to take my mask off again..." he chuckled uneasily, his body tenseing as if preparing to flee.
"Like it or not, man, we're animals now. Gotta love it, right?"
[ -JUST DIED LAUGHING-
Rhye snorted in amusement even as his body quivered and flinched away, pain stinging him. "Oh yeah," he said sarcastically while pausing his administrations. "I adore licking up blood and rolling in dirt and listening to fawns screaming in my ear." The stag tossed his head before moving to lick at a particularly disgusting-looking scab. "...Your legs must kill you."
(('Shut up and lick it'....
"At least yer not as creepy as I thought ya were before..." he muttered, wincing a bit, but refusing to draw himself back.
"Yeah... They hurt a little..." he mumbled, ears flatten to his head.
Considering how in some places you could see the unmistakable white of bone, it was no wonder. It should have been possible for him to be able to walk.
Then again...
This was the forest, after all. Full of all sorts of 'magical' shit.
[ ...-dead- ] Rhye snorted
Rhye snorted in disbelief at Jergens, arching a brow. "Darling, I can see your bones," he frowned, though truthfully he wasn't looking at the other's legs and really didn't want to. "They must hurt like hell. How are you even walking? Or not breaking down and screaming?" He sighed, lapping at Jergens' cut again, partially just to show affection - because he was scared to nuzzle the other or lick his cheek, something he would have done to anyone else...if he thought they wouldn't kill him for it.
((*Throws you a pheonix
True, gristle, trendons and all. Granted, there a filmy sort of tissue that one would see go around them, trying to heal it up, but it's not like that did much to help.
"I've already screamed my friggen head off a few hours ago... It's all numb now... Nothin' big." he shrugged, wincing as two wounds on his shoulder blades collided with one another.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Glad to see yer not acting like a total slut around me now..." he muttered, chuckling slightly.
Rhye rolled his eyes, cheeks
[ /SHORTFAIL ]
((NOTFAILSHUTUP...
"There's a nice little invention our there... called 'personal space'." he grinned, pausing between the neverending laps of his tongue. "Hm... Nice way to say that ya have have crush~" he teased, bringing his head back to look at his face. "Sorry, man. I'm the faithful type. I don't cheat." he nodded to himself.
Then again... He wouldn't be as fun to mess with, now would he?
"There's a cut on yer cheek, Rhyers." he mumbled, leaning over and licking it slightly before moving on to other, unclean cuts.
He still found Rhye to be a creepy mofo. But that didn't make him any less fun to mess with.
Queeeen
[ marble; hay! And yes.
Gingy; LOL yes he thought he'd give Jergy some luvins C: ]
Rhye stared at him, lips parted as he struggled to find something to say. "A crush?!" He tossed his head briefly, honey-coloured eyes glaring off to the side, face now burning crimson. "Crush my a--"
The golden stag tensed in surprise as Jergens' tongue connected with the scratch on his cheek, and he found his ears pinned back against his head, feathers twitching backwards too. "...I hate you," he muttered childishly, lapping at Jergens' shoulder-wound.
((ffff... Which he ignored...
"Nice that the feeling goes both ways..." the stag teasted back, looking over to see if there were any cuts that he missed. "There we go. Nice and clean..." he sighed, slowly letting his head rest against the ground, exhausted.
He rolled his eyes, sighing
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-chokes on his own breath + kisses the top of Yo's head- You can--your English 'as improved, kit, Jesus I missed you too. Is everything...good?
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I MISS YOU 8C WE NEVER SEE
WE NEVER SEE EACH OTHER ANYMORE.... *sob*
Sorry... ;;
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Mmf yup. -eventually lets go LOL for fear of crushing Yo or making her uncomfortable, but keeps one arm around her shoulders- Who d'you--who do you live with now, kit?"
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I MISS YOU TOO 8C I KNOW, WE USED TO SPAM EACHOTHER EVERY DAAAAY. -WAILCLING- <3
weeps I miss you bring back
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hello im harmless
This little Taliene is for
*I'm soo going to draw you something when I get hold of the school scanner*
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Heyyy ♥. I miss
I miss you.
Just had to say.
We miss Rut and Tali... Hope
Hope you're doing alright. <3
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