I'd love to RP with you! >w< Dorian needs some work TwT So, have ya got some bad guy he can interact with? >w< He tends to attract the wrong crowd, see TwT;;

Kiri sounds nice, then! >w< would you mind starting? TwT Or could I just use the start from my own RP-blog? >w<

Alright, I'll just use the one from my own blog, then, if you don't mind >w<

Alrighty! ^w^ here goes~

Trembling... Shaking...
There were so... so many!
All around him, drawing closer, hunting him...
The shadows he had experienced at Willowhill Asylum were still chasing him, keeping just at the edge of his sight, intangible, invisible, but still so terrifyingly close!
He bucked, lashing out with trembling hind-legs, hitting nothing, the wind rushing in the trees, the sound of hooves getting closer, a shadow past the full, round moon, something touched his leg!
Yelping, the purple stag jumped forward, running, fleeing... until clumsy hooves snagged on an exposed root, landing him face-first into the blue bowl.
There he stayed still, trembling, ears flat against his deformed head, working, yellow eye wide, staring into the closing darkness...
...
He was alone...
Or was he?...

(I am! I just can't reply until I get home and can think better. I'm sorry.;_; )

LOL! Around 5pm my time.. I'm in the states.

for me, like three hours. I'll try to get something in as soon as possible.

The black wolf was not a large wolf; by comparison her species was much smaller than a grey or european wolf. She had lived in this forest quietly, not harming the deer and preferring to live on the edge, merely observing the deer with her best friend, a fox.
Mostly she kept to the birch where she had made herself a home, and was surprised to hear such a calamity near the blue bowl. Someone seemed to be injured- she smelled a bit of blood in the air.

Holding back her instincts as she always had (which was hard for a predator), she slowly made her way to the blue bowl, sniffing the air to read for signs of danger.

Ooh, I'd like to try, though I'm pretty new to it as well... and Sionnach's a bit of an odd one to rp, having multiple personalities. Maybe it'd help me figure him out more xD

(oop, I interrupted. Carry on >.>)

(I agree! join if you want!~ Though, you don't have to join in if you don't want to, you can start a solitary one with Kaoori too >w<)

(Alrighty, mate! ^w^)

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Hey, you there, Kaoori? >w<

Yeah! I posted yesterday, Chicken! Look up. xD

(ack! oh! sorry! Give me a bit and I'll reply. I'm not at home. xD; )

The wolf padded up, stopping at the edge of the blue bowl, ears pricked forward. Once again the metallic smell drifted to her sensitive nostrols, and her muzzle quivered, her tounge slithering out to taste the air. She repressed her instincts once again, and blinked, focusing in and seeing a figure. It was obviously a deer, but a frightened one, who didn't seem sure of its surroundings.

You are not from here, are you.

Kiri paced, her nose wrinkling at the smell of decay. She was a fussy wolf, never been one for decaying meat. She preferred fresh. Something was definitely wrong with this deer. Was it hiding something? She did not come closer, but stayed at the edge, eyes glowing in the night.

You smell strange.

(Would it be all right if Cross was to join in with Dorian and Kiri? And Kimi, would you be interested in letting Umi and Sandro interact here?)

(Oh, sure, the more the merrier! >w<)

Kiri crouched low, slinking foward slightly. There were some instincts she could not suppress.
So you are injured and in a strange place. This will not do, will it? She tilted her head, thinking a moment. Her eyes disappeared and reappeared in the night as she blinked. Those berries are good for you. You should have a bite or two of them. And perhaps find yourself some shelter for the night. I suppress my instinct to eat deer so I can live here. Others.. not so much.

At the words of the wolf, Dorian calmed a bit down...
(Berries?...) He looked around at that word, as if he hadn't noticed the things before now, as if eating them was a foreign notion for him...
But this slowly gained calmness evaporated immediately as the fox jumped out from absolutely nowhere, making the buck give s shrill shriek and jolt up from his laying position, only to be dragged down by his one hoof being snagged on that root from before.
He landed on his side with an almost comical "Ooph!", the air knocked out of him, effectively keeping him from panicking, as a slight pain took over his senses.
Gasping for breath, he focused on the fox, looking terrified as ever.
"Hey, I'm not a weirdo!" He protested, meekly. Not very convincing, either.

Immediately, the deer's ears went flat against his head and his eyes wide... or, at least the one of the two pairs that were working...
He swallowed, trembling badly as he leaned slightly away, wanting to put a further distance between him and the claws and teeth in front of him... times two. He was never good with pain...
"I-I won't do anything, see?... I'm as harmless as they come! _{Sopleasedon'teatmethankyou!...}" The tiny stag whimpered, a nervous smile on his crocked lips, though the prospect of these two predators' teeth getting any closer was a though he did not like ONE bit.

Shifting away in fear initially at the closing predator, Dorian's expression soon grew offended as he tossed his head slightly, looking like a kid who'd been denied a toy... A damn ugly kid.
"Hey, what's your problem?" He grumbled, voice shrill as always and cracking just slightly, though he was well beyond puberty... He truly was a strange fellow. Luckily, the lavender drowned the smell of decay out just slightly... And so did the smell of blood. Blood from a new wound where the root held him in place.
He didn't seem to even have noticed it, though.

Swallowing in slight discomfort at the constant mention of fat rabbit, Dorian inched slightly away from the measuring teeth of the wolf, a chilling feeling of being in a snare, ready for the slaughter creeping up his spine quickly and mercilessly.
He didn't mean to be ungrateful that the two predators wanted to help him, he just couldn't help feeling uneasy and paranoid... After all, they were predators and he a smaller-than-average, sickly deer... They could probably take him down easily if they wanted... Still, they helped him...
Maybe it was just to make the hunt more interesting... He thought as he beheld the two, their sharp teeth and pointed claws...

-Which he did as soon as the chance showed itself, stumbling slightly, even in his laying position, rolling onto his side, almost looking desperate to get away from root and predators.
A small moment of silence went by with the buck inspecting his slightly damaged leg, licking it gently once... before he looked up at the two with a small, crocked, hesitant and insecure smile.
"Heh... Thank you..." he said, a true shimmer of gratitude in his eyes, below the layers upon layers of starved paranoia.
And he kept where he was.
(I'm not gonna run away from the people who help me... Even if they are Predators _{andcouldeasilykillme...})

A nervous chuckle rose from the buck at this question and made him look around, slightly frantic, a smell of fear coming from him strongly.
"I -heh!- I honestly don't know anymore! I was running from this crazy stalker-lizard who won't leave me alone, and I dont' know where to go now, this forest, it's... it's endless! I can't find my way out of it!..." He said hastily, looking more lost than the fawn who got separated from its mother - he really was quite pathetic to behold...

Cross allowed for herself to be swept back by the wolf. However, Dorian's reply left her with a puzzled expression upon her face. "...I'm sorry. You lost me at crazy stalker lizard."