Ohohohoho

She responded with a low note humming in her throat, turning her lithe frame to chastely brush his weathered shoulder with her cheek. Some years had forged their friendship, and while there were others they were each closer to, the Knight's admiration and respect for the Inferno was palpable. There were few she trusted at the same magnitude. Her jade eyes followed him as he slipped away from her, down the sandy bank and into the stream of the Idol's tears.

Here she hesitated, and a single hoof dipped into the water below. She found its temperature tolerable and followed him then, watching him with a quirked brow.

"Thank you," Ryff said finally, wading between Saosin and the cool stone to the falling water at the other side of the Idol's face. Briefly, she wondered why she cried. There was never any tale of the Idol as there was for other places; she had simply always been. Hadn't she? Perhaps there was no purpose. The sunstriped hind exhaled heavily and rested her forehead on Uhl's expansive neck in familiarity. He would know. But it seemed an intimate question. Her teeth combed idly through his fur where it had not yet been soaked, expertly removing debris and dropping it into the creek below.

love the new layout. seamless.

Holymaria - And to you.
Ravyn - Seamless is perfect. Thank you.
Din - It could probably be a bit prettier/flashier than this though. Thanks.
Thelittleraven - Someone keeps cutting onions in front of it, that's why.

'Mm...' He emitted. Pleased with the light treatment, relished it, even. How rare it was now. Intimacy. He dipped his head, let the water stream down his skull, forlorn. A turquoise eye rolled within its socket to focus on the Knight. It climbed her chestnut side to watch how the running water framed it and turned the coat there darker. How it would proceed to float out across that uneven and torn hide. There were very few females like Ryff, and for that, the War stag held her in high esteem. He soon returned the favor, lapping out his tongues at her neck, a surprisingly gentle and purely animal-like gesture.

it's okay Sao you don't have to be ashamed of your heritage we're all friends here
embrace your inner swamp

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His voice was a brontidal rumble in his throat, comforting. The cool water trickled away from his skull and onto her withers, what twitched and trembled as if deterring flies. Times like these were few and far between, indeed. She paused then as her affections were returned. A sigh gently rushed through the stag's crimson mane. Ryff took a step closer and lifted her head to the point of his jaw, where hard alabaster bone met dampened hide, and placed there an affectionate kiss. Many feared their combined tines; for some, they were the Reaper's scythes. Behind Saosin's bleached fangs, some found death and fear. The Knight had only ever been shown kindness. Her cheek cooled where she rested it against his.

How odd it was to her that this legend could show such gentleness. Whispered stories in her fawnhood told her of his supposed genesis, his deeds. Still, their similarity brought her comfort. One brought forth by the Gods from the Idol, one from sand and sun. She allowed her mind to wander as she watched his turquoise orbs flicker in their sockets.

Hi^^

Vee I can't fucking deal with you

Thanks for playing. I enjoyed it...until I lost connection. I can still see my ghost sitting in the tree. XD

Thelittleraven - Mm... I think we'll leave it at this, given how late my reply is. As always, thanks for roleplaying with me(even tho im a shit rp partner really).
Luksus - Hey there. Thanks for taking an interest.
Vee - Faggot.
Din, Mjrn, Woma - Noooo.
Floraelle - Aw. Anytime. <3

jfghf

saosin the blue balled reindeer

omg
OMFG MR KOSTYA NO

oh god

Pardon my bluntness, but do you rp? I'd rather like to meet him sometime.

Excellent. And, no worries. I tend to take some time as well, though...generally not as long as I just took to answer this. Yikes...
Starts are my bane, but with a little luck what comes after will be better. (And shorter.)
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There were much safer places he could have trekked through. There were, he could plainly see, several alternate routes to his objective- and not one of them through the slick, half frozen silt of the riverbank. Yet, it was after real calculation that he chose this path.

The young stag steeled himself with each step, the vibration of hoof to packed earth a muffled war drum to his ears, and his ears alone. He rather wanted to keep it that way as well. War, incidentally, was the last thing he was after.

His carefully placed hooves carried him to a spot just out reach of the spitting streams that cascaded down the front of the great idol his interest adorned. A pointed look skyward granted him a view of the Inferno's chest, but little else due to the mere sliver of sight that was granted by his heavy helm. No matter. He held his head high and stood firm, waiting in absolute silence for the statue's guardian to express how welcoming he felt.

jesus that header art. hnng.

Mjrn - Mmm. Quamar is amazing.
Mary - Highly fitting. Pleased to hear you've got such a clear perception of him. I really love that panting stance and mid-combat feel this portrayal instills.

Sapphireskye - Things like that make me super happy to hear.

oh

B)

Hah. More trivia about Sao please.

no homeo me bromeo
Fairly certain it's all me homeo me bromeo.

this guy

Supermexico - Yes.
Fallingtoofast - Thanks for the interest. <3

Silentlikethat - Thank you for letting him near again. It's far more than he's worthy of.

Updated the song.

Mjrn - It was. Anytime. <3

Vee - <3

Good to see you, as always.