Yep, I decided to start another one.
Characters available:
Lacie
Myu
V
Nechtan
Mie
Tobari is unavailable, because I'm trying to fully figure out her personality.
God, I need to redo the CSS on most of these guys. Wtf lawl.
Just let me know what character you want, and whatnot.
Game, set,
match. 
May I?
I shall join, if that's
Both of you may! (:
I'm thinking Nechtan please
Sure! Do you want to start,
Depends, would you rather
Actually, yes, because I'm
Anything particular you want
Anywhere in the Forest is
Sometimes, Nathaniel simply
The chaotic fire that was associated with the minds and bodies of the deer of the forest were a little quieter here, the energy of choas was a bit darker, more associated with death. That was probably from the residual energies of the long departed in the caskets underneath the ground around the ruins, which he assumed was some kind of church, though he had yet to find a marking that indicated it's relgion definitively, and the energies inside the cold stone gave nothing away to him. Perhaps an earth elemental may have felt something, but not a Raelin...or Relic, as most that were aware of his kind called him now.
A relic, the name brought a smirk to his face, that was how he felt this day. He sat his golden body inside the ruined building, where a little beam of light hit the ground. Here it was that he came to rest when he was feeling his age.
If you want any information on him, feel free to ask or, there's his Bio
Nechtan was no stranger to
He walked towards the one grave he knew best; the dug up grave of a mother and child, hidden from view in the back of the Ruins. He knew the story all too well; though he was not one to hold grudges, he felt a sting in his heart upon recollection.
He had been there, after all.
He bowed to the grave, a small flower growing just under his hoof; a small gift for the departed, a small prayer that they were in a better place. His emerald eyes wandered to the golden figure seated not too far from him within the Ruins.
He is older than you, you know.
The plants nearby spoke to him, and his head slowly turned to them.
Hm? Is that so? He questioned, his curiosity perked.
Yes, yes.
The plants were not one for much conversation, and when they did speak, they often sounded tired; it was as if it took all their strength just to speak. He nodded to them, acknowledging their answer.
He did not approach the stag, however. He preferred when company came to him; save for the sick, injured, or birthed. His body found its way to the ground in front of the grave, his body creaking like old wise trees, not quite ready to die. His eyes remained trained on it, as his mind started wandering, thinking of the past, present, and future.
Could I pop in maybe?
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Sure! (:
It would be nice to Have V
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He had looked around him
Perhaps there was a spirit of some description that Nathaniel could not see. There certainly was enough chaos around the man for there to be another being that was outside of the range of normal vision and hearing. Nathaniel had many powers, but gazing into worlds which he wasn't actively looking for was not one of his, and there were thousands of pararell worlds that a ghost could be inside. So he could not detect them all. Perhaps there was some other explanation that he had yet to think of. He supposed that perhaps this stag could speak to the winds...or the trees. He had seen others with that ability before. Regardless whatever the reason, he had spoken to something. That had intrigued him.
He wandered slowly over, his steps short and somewhat hesitant. Nathaniel had learned that this method of slowly approaching another deer gave the other time to recognise the presence and determine it's own reaction. There were many reactions that the deer had given. Some immediately vanished, others greeted back, before politely asking to be left alone, others became aggresive. The slow approach gave both deer time to decide what was going to happen here. Though Nathaniel did not feel like simply leaving this deer with no answers. That was one of his flaws, Nathaniel liked having as many answers as possible. Though in some cases that was more out of self interest. The forest, for instance, the more of it's rules he learned, the easier it became to use his powers around the magical rules.
"Hello," Nathaniel said politely with a bow. His voice was smooth, but yet had a little rock in it, and another feature was that unlike most people, even most ancients, he had never quite developed any lasting accent so his voice tended to sound, extremely old, like it was from a time before there had been accents. Which was true in some ways, his people hadn't developed any real regional accents. There had been dialects, but very few accents and they had faded as his people grew closer as they grew older. Before their war, they had essentially become a single society of people, without countries or regions.
I think I prefer to RP with
Splinters is a crazy overprotective doe, and Joansy is a lonely, unstable, doe.
FauxFoxes - Sure, that's
Splinters - It's totally up to you. Mie can speak with both. (:
Mick
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The spirit watched the stranger approach, his gaze fixated on him. He watched the hesitance in the stag's steps, and he in turn rose, slowly, deliberately. He meant no harm.
His bow was deep and slow, creaking like old trees. When he spoke, his voice was warm, welcoming.
Greetings, Lord of the Forest. He always addressed everyone as "Lord" or "Lady" of the Forest; it was simply the way he spoke. He watched the stag still, his gaze soft.
The Forest is quite lovely today, I must say.
The small copper toned fawn
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Nathaniel chuckled at the
He pulled his thoughts back to the present before they began to appear upon his face. He retained an amused smile after his chuckle ended.
"There is no need for the title, good stag," Nathaniel said, for the deer was definitely male. Or...seemed to be most likely. He hoped he would not be wrong. "Adress me simply as Nathaniel." He said politely, before asking "What should I adress you as?" with a curious tone. There seemed to be an air of something...a little regal about this deer. Perhaps he was a true 'Lord of the Forest'
Nathaniel turned his thoughts to the comment of the deer. Looking around him to see the brilliant rays of sunshine illuminating the emeralds of the trees and the grasses, and the deep greys of the Ruined building, the forest was indeed a most beautiful place.
"Yes, it is rather lovely today," He spoke, now with a more simple pleasantness to his tone, the kind of friendly tone that someone discussing weather normally takes.
FauxFoxes --- The small fox
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The small fox was one more inclined to simply watch and follow.
Today, however, she preferred to simply sun herself. The sun caused her coat to shimmer, the orange markings giving the impression of her being on fire. She stretched her body out, the cool stone beneath her giving the edge she needed to counter the warm touches of the sun.
V was in complete control of -
The fawn's voice jolted her to attention, and her eyes glowered dangerously at the young deer. At least the fawn wasn't too close; V preferred to not be the one under someone's hooves, if at all possible.
Calming herself, she laid back down on the stone before speaking. Her voice was low, calm and sultry as always; never once did her tone betray her annoyance.
Hello, little one.
She remained quiet, her eyes watching the fawn. She contemplated the question.
Though they are certainly pleasant, I shall politely decline your offer. Thank you, little one.
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Mick
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Nechtan nodded at the stag's words.
Nathaniel, then. It is a pleasure to meet you. You may address me as "Nechtan."
The spirit gently pawed the ground in front of him; a gesture for company.
Would you care for a seat?
He seated himself down in front of the grave again, careful to not crush the flower he had recently grown there.
Spring is in full bloom, and Summer shall follow. And then Autumn, then Winter. Then Spring shall come again.
His eyes looked to the flower in front of him.
An endless cycle of Life, Death, and Rebirth. And even now, I find it all fascinating and beautiful. Ah...
He looked to the stag, apologetic.
Do forgive me for my ramblings. I do such at times.
When the other brought her
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Nathaniel listened to the
He took a seat next to the other stag, noticing the flower that Nechtan had seemed to delibarately avoid, so Nathaniel figured that he had better avoid that flower also, and so moved to the other side of the stag as he continued talking, and sat beside him.
"So you like the cycle nature of things?" Nathaniel asked, intrigued. It was a more common like here than it had been at his home. There were everything revolved around the chaos, the burnings fires of winter in some world, the freezing storms of summer on others. That was the kind of thing that Nathaniel had seen as beauty.
"Ah ramble away," Nathaniel said. "The views of others fascinate me so. I have to say that I'm the opposite though, I like to see the things that disobey the rules, break the mould, make everything new again. That spark, that chaos. That's what I like." He knew that his voice got a little faster as he spoke, the excitement of his like for it seeping into the way that he talked, but Nathaniel was someone who let his emotions fill him when they so chose to, that inevitable rush of something or other was always a good thing in his mind, particularly after so many years of living.
However, it had it's downsides. The voices...the nightmares. But he wouldn't dwell on them whilst talking to this stag.
Faux --- The vixen noted
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The vixen noted how the fawn was swaying; she knew that gesture. Curiosity. Desire. She had seen it so many times before.
Simply sunning myself. It is a nice day for doing such. She stretched out a bit.
Though, a bit hot as well.
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Mick
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Nechtan paused momentarily as the stag seated himself beside him.
Yes, I do. What may seem redundant after a while actually seems quite fresh to me. For the very reason you just said.
He shifted again, slightly, again minding the flower, and the grave.
Chaos is inevitable, in any world. His voice begins to drift as his eyes lock onto the grave in front of him. On the surface, the circle of Life and Death seems mundane. And yet, when Chaos rears its head, anything can happen to either end a life, or begin a life.
He glanced at the stag beside him.
That is how it remains interesting to me. Though, of course...
His eyes reverted back again to the grave, before scanning the entire Ruins.
Interesting as it is, it can also be vile, cruel.
Nathaniel pondered what had
Nathaniel glanced to the grave that Nechtan kept looking at, and the flower. Were they connected? It was certain possible, perhaps this flower was growing above the bodies, or was meant to mark something connected to the people that were buried. Should he ask? He was unsure of whether or not that would go well, Nechtan may think that the question was an intrusion on his privacy, and become angry with Nathaniel, and that was something that Nathaniel did not yet wish, he was interested by this one and his views. They were very different from many that he had heard before. Still, Nathaniel's curiousity was his fault, overruling the sense of his head.
"Chaos is indeed inevitable," Nathaniel agreed with a chuckling tone. Though, ever since his people had basically died out, some of the chaos in the universe had vanished. Not to say that they were totally linked with each other. Nathaniel was aware that the universe would correct it's chaos levels if he were to die, or were he to remain alive, but still, it was strange. "I wouldn't say that it's crueler than anything else in the universe. It has no thoughts of it's own. So I would say that, it is what it is. Cruelty being something that we simply choose to feel that it is."
Nathaniel wasn't new to the feeling that things that the universe did was cruel. Though he felt that far less often than that cruelty was unique to the things in the universe that could comprehend their own existence. Sentience, he had yet to find a cruelty in things that did not affect the sentients in someway. He would sigh, but that would probably lead to Nechtan probing into his thoughts, like most people, and Nathaniel did not wish to speak the things that came into his mind.
"If I may..." Nathaniel began, finally asking the question that he really wanted the answer to. "Who is buried here?"
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Mick --- Nechtan quietly
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Nechtan quietly listened to the stag, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He was relaxed; not completely, but enough to do so.
When Nathaniel asked about the grave, he remained silent for a moment. He wasn't angry at all with the stag; he understood that some things simply weren't known. He had learned that much in his long life.
A child and a mother, once.
His tone carried a fond air, but once he began to explain their story, it took a grim tone.
I believe it was about a hundred years ago...these Ruins used to be a church, where faithful humans would gather on the 7th day of each week.
He remembered it so clearly.
A child had been born, in the center of this church. Normally, such children were considered blessed. However...this one was born out of wedlock; and he carried a birth mark on his cheek. The mark was because of birthing complications, but the people of the church concluded it was a spawn of the Devil.
He paused briefly, swallowing hard.
They attacked the mother and child. Afterwards, they were buried in the same grave to shame them. A year, and the people purposefully dug the grave up to add insult to injury.
He shook his head, stray petals from his tines falling to the forest floor.
I make it a point to visit this grave whenever I'm here. I am quite fond of them both; I do hope that they are happy, wherever they are now.
Suddenly, another flower grew and bloomed next to the one already there.
I leave the flowers as a gift for them.
He didn't say anything else. Silence was his witness now.
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Faux
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The vixen stretched again.
Do not worry, little one. I know when to stop.
She watched the way the ears flopped, the way the child moved closer, eyes swollen with curiosity begging to be satiated. Children were such curious things; it was no wonder they were such easy targets for danger. V sat up, in the event the fawn came closer.
I am what you would call a "fox" little one. Her smile was broad, cunning.
I would love to RP my Roe!!
Here's Roe's BIO
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I'm tracking this because I
LOL, you're just like me; I
Nathaniel said nothing
He looked to the flowers that had appeared, they were pretty enough. Nathaniel felt the earthen energy that had created the flower, but only vaguely, it was not his domain, so he was unaware of anything much to do with it other than it was around somewhere. Much the same that any elemental would feel chaotic energy should he manipulate it in some way, though it worked better for non chaotic elementals feeling chaotic energy, since unlike the others it was not as...subtle in it's way. Even fire could be called with a certain subtly. Chaos was a force that when manipulated was very obvious due to the currents and twists that came with the flows of the energies, especially when centered around somene like him.
It was interesting to learn that it had only been a century or so since there had been humans in the forest, the Ruins appeared much older than that.
"What happened to the people that lived here? Did they simply leave?" Nathaniel asked, curious to know the answer from someone that had been here when it had happened.
Roe trotted around the pond's