(LOL ill just throw in Cerelia for no reason... and maybe Mercutio LOL no, he would ruin it XD)
Cerelia sighed. Today was very warm, the snow seemed to melt a little more every day. Mud was showing up in big patches, and everything just seemed wet. She was lying on her orange, decorated back, looking up at the clouds. They were interesting today. She loved watching the clouds, ever since she was a little girl.
Mercutio trotted up to her, "Cerelia, Cerelia... How long must you gaze up at the sky uselessly?"
Cerelia shot him a look, then huffed, "Thou must try it, brother, perhaps it would bring thee some inner peace." She rolled over to sit normally, and continued the conversation with her brother for a few more minutes. Before long, he left, leaving Cerelia all to herself.
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An Argus-pelted stag watched Cerelia from a distance, his almost-black eyes focused on her. He was resting among some ferns between two trees, hoping that noone would bother him, that noone would make him abandon his little comforting "nest". However, he did plan to leave it soon.
Tybalt wanted to speak to Cerelia.
Cerelia caught sight of one cloud, in the shape of a long-faced deer. It made her smirk at first, many deer had either long faces or a long-faced mask. She watched it slowly move by, thinking of all the deer she knew with long faces. It didn't take too long before he landed on him. He had a long face, too. She didn't notice it often, only when he was right next to her brother, or some other Montague. Her white pupils twinkled against the black of her eyes.
She yawned. Enough of this, she needed to do something more useful. She flopped back onto her side, then climbed up onto her legs. A breeze flew by her face, carrying various scents. One was very familiar. She turned her head, spotting two towering antlers in the distance. She smiled, a faint blush coming to her face. She was rather glad Mercutio left.
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Tybalt's dark eyes brightened when Cerelia stood. He, too, rose to his hooves, standing majestically a distance from the doe. He wasn't sure whether to be the first to move, or to keep his pride and wait for her to come to him.
Tybalt half-smiled. He hadn't changed.
Cerelia smiled, scuffing a hoof slightly. She knew he noticed her. A devilish look came into her white pupils. She lifted her tail slightly, and trotted away, over to the Crying Idol. She passed through the tall grasses and poppies, and finally met the idol.
Cerelia padded down into the water, shivering slightly at its cold touch, then dove into the two streams. She hadn't bathed in days. It felt great to wash all the dirt away. She looked to see if the stag had come closer, and continued to bathe, taking in deep breathes of fresh air.
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A frustrated look came over Tybalt's face as he watched the doe trot away. His head and tail rose automatically, and he followed her quickly, eventually stopping at the river, and looking down at the doe.
"Good morrow, fair Cerelia." He murmered.
His usual greeting.
The doe raised her head slowly, her back turned to him. She smiled, but it faded slightly when she turned around. "Ah, Tybalt!" She looked around and shuddered a little, "Oh, do excuse me..." She crawled out of the water, climbing onto dry soil. She shook out her fur, shaking out her small mane a little longer. She threw her hair back, keeping most of it out of her face. Then she turned to him, smiling warmly. "What bringest thee to this area of the forest?"
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Tybalt narrowed his eyes and turned his head away as a few droplets of water splashed onto his long face. He studied Cerelia's features for a few moments, silent, then snapped out of his almost-trance-like state and answered her.
"T'would seem my gaze was drawn to thee." The golden-brown stag frowned, tempted to simply blurt his feelings out to the doe and be done with it.
However, words could not truly explain them for Tybalt.
"Thy gaze?..." She looked up at him, a faint, unviewable blush forming on her face. She scuffed the ground again, "H-how interesting..." she muttered. Her heart seemed to speed up a little. The Forest seemed brighter for a moment, but she didn't really notice. All she saw was him. What was this? She remembered this kind of feeling from long, long ago, when she was still human. She couldn't even remember who it was for. She knew not to be too overtaken. "How fairest thee this day?" Was all she could find to say.
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Tybalt pawed the ground for a brief moment, turning his antlered head away from Cerelia. His heart was racing, and he wishes that it wouldn't; the thumping was starting to irritate him.
"All seems well...But how hast thou fared?" The stag tilted his head, once more looking at Cerelia's eyes, which reminded him a little too much of Mercutio.
Cerelia smirked at his shyness. She knew he wasn't normally like that, she found it rather cute he was trying to be more polite around her. Or was it something else? She knew with other does he acted normally, what made her so different? Maybe she could find out... "Ah, the days have all been the same. I cannot keep track of what happened when!" She looked into his eyes, and noticed he was doing the same. But there was an aire of pensiveness. Oh, blast those eyes... "Art thou worried about Mercutio? He is not here, thank the heavens. He just left to feed..." She turned her head slightly in the direction of the Ruins, where she and Mercutio usually grazed.
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Tybalt snorted at the mention of his rival, and Cerelia's brother. He, too, looked in the direction of the Ruins for a moment, and the light breeze carried a familiar scent to his keen nose.
"I pray he does not return for now." The stag muttered, glancing at the ground. He dipped his head, but looked up at Cerelia with his eyes.
Cerelia chuckled, as if she wanted Mercutio to come. "Indeed... He can be a bit of a bother sometimes, but..." She blinked, seeming to remember something, "I wouldn't have him any other way..." she said, almost in a whisper. Cerelia flicked an orange-tipped ear, her brow furrowing only slightly. "Pray thee, Tybalt..." She turned to him, "Why dost thou and he fight? What happened to make the two of you rivals?" She already knew, but it was from Mercutio's point of view. A story didn't mean much with only one side, at least to her.
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Tybalt's ears flicked for a moment, and his head rose slightly, his tail doing the same. He'd automatically become defensive, but answered Cerelia's question despite this.
"...Mercutio hath long been an ally of the Montagues...And of course, Romeo had offended me; what could I do but challenge the fool to an honourable, fair duel?" He hesitated, then continued. "But when that time did come...Mercutio...Interrupted, and he and I both sparred and fought....Until..."
He was quite sure that Cerelia knew what had happened.
Cerelia's gaze slowly lowered to the ground as Tybalt told his nutshelled story. When he trailed off, she only nodded. "I see... So, 'twas not originally meant for you two, but this Romeo person instead? And the consequence being.... Mercutio's death..." Her eyes seemed to glitter, tears forming in their black corners. "Was is intended?..." She looked up to him, "Didst thou slay my brother on purpose?" she pleaded, wanting an answer. What would it make him if it was on purpose? A brute, a murderer, someone she had clearly mistaken... She prayed for him to deny it.
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Tybalt glared slightly before shaking his head with a stamp of one hoof. "Nay! I ne'er slayed Mercutio on purpose...T'was an accident..." His head turned to one side, his ears flattened against his head as he looked up at the sky.
Cerelia gave a soft sniffle, before sighing. "Then all is well..." She turned away, an uncontrollable tear streaking down her face. "I almost thought for certain thou didst slay him in cold blood... 'Tis what he thinks, my brother." Her ears lowered a little. "And I thought I would never see him again..." she mumbled. Why were these memories coming to her, now of all times? She didn't want to look like a fool in front of Tybalt.
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Tybalt lowered his gaze, his ears drooping. He then looked up, tilting his head and moving quietly to Cerelia's side, looking sideways at her. The stag frowned; was Cerelia weeping?
"Forgive me, fair Cerelia."
The apology was very quiet, almost timid. Tybalt rarely apologised for anything at all.
But the pain he knew he'd caused her...It made him feel...guilty.
She caught that. He apologized? He almost never did that... Cerelia took a deep, slightly shaky breath, and swallowed the rest of her tears. She turned to him again, "'Twas not something to blame on anyone. 'Twas only destiny. And here we are, is that not the truth?" She let out a soft smile, "Let us forget the matter, 'tis a grim topic for such a beautiful day..." She looked around for a moment, "Shall we go for a stroll? I'm actually quite famished, perhaps we could stop by the blueberries..." She shrugged, smiling.
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Tybalt nodded silently, then began walking slowly, his head no longer held as high as usual. His body brushed against Cerelia's as he started to move, making his heart race, which made his face turn slightly pink.
Cerelia looked away for a moment when Tybalt brushed against her. She smiled, looking ahead, walking at the same pace as Tybalt. "Pray tell, for I have always wondered... What was fair Verona like?" She let out a soft chuckle, "I had always dreamed of visiting, but I suppose I was kept away by other things."
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Tybalt smiled ever so slightly as he walked, his slightly longish fur ruffling in the light breeze. "T'was beautiful..." He murmered. "Yet more beauty hath I seen here..."
"Beautiful? Hmm..." She nodded, still smiling. "Indeed, this place is beautiful... And many secrets are hidden, yet to be uncovered. Truly better than my last home..." She mumbled the last sentence. She stopped for a moment, then gasped slightly. "Tybalt, look!" She ran over to a little patch of flowers. There were five of them, vibrant yellow daffodils. She gazed at them, her black eyes wide. "I have never seen such a flower! Tybalt, dost thou know what it is?"
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Tybalt had been about to ask her what her "last home" had been like, but then her attention had been drawn by the bright yellow flowers. He frowned and walked over, looking down at the daffodils. The stag shook his antlered head. "I have ne'er seen flowers like these..."
Cerelia looked up, a little disappointed, but the shrugged. "Such a wonderful color... I wonder if there are other flowers like these in the Forest..." She bent down to sniff at it.
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Tybalt's mind raced, and he came to a decision. He opened his mouth slightly, and bit through the stem of one of the flowers. Very gently, the stag picked the flower up, and looked at Cerelia, moving his face close to hers.
((....*SHOT* SO SHE CAN YKNOW, TAKE IT. AND THEIR NOSES OR SOMETHINGWILLPROBABLYTOUCHSHOOTMENOW.))
Cerelia raised her head, staring at the flower, then Tybalt. A small smile spread across her face, along with a heavy blush, turning her orange face more like a dark peach. She extended her neck to retreive the flower, but as she was doing so, her top lip lightly brushed against his. She took the flower quickly, letting in a little gasp, then giggling quietly. Somehow, she maneuvered the flower onto her head, entwined in her black forelock, so that is sat delicately between her left ear and her antler.
Tybalt's eyes widened slightly as Cerelia's lip brushed his own, and he raised his head and examined the flower between her ear and antler. He remained quiet, unsure of what to say.
"...A true beauty..." He murmered uncertainly.
Cerelia, still giggling, dipped her head a little. "Why thank you..." They stood there for a while, just staring. Cerelia kept her eyes on Tybalt, whether it was his eyes, his face, his antlers, it was all in the same area. Her heart felt like warm water was pouring on it, running down into her stomach. After a moment, she started to regain her memory, "Oh, um... What were we talking about before?"
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A brilliant grin flitted across Tybalt's face, and he cast his gaze downward before looking back up at Cerelia. "T'would seem it hath slipped my mind," The stag admitted, dark eyes twinkling. He felt very, very strange.
What was the warmth inside him?
Cerelia smiled at Tybalt's grin, making her join him by his side. "Nevermind, then. Let us press onward... I'm quite hungry." She started to walk to the blueberries again, inviting Tybalt once more.
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Tybalt's tail flicked up, and he trotted after Cerelia, feeling very young and carefree as he did so. He no longer had the urge to hold onto his pride and close himself off, or pick any fights.
He almost felt caring.
Perhaps he did.
It was hard to tell.
He'd never cared much before.
It wasn't long before they found the blueberry bushes. Cerelia sighed happily, trotting over to one side of them. She dipped her head, chomping up a mouthful of blueberries. She chewed, raising her head happily, waiting for Tybalt to make the next move. Tybalt was acting very strange now. More than he was before. There was something there, she knew. And she felt like she felt the same.
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Tybalt looked nervously at Cerelia, watching her eat the blueberries joyfully. He slowly lowered his head and nibbled on the berries delicately, the fur on his neck hanging down. His antlers caught on a few of the stems of the blueberries, and when he rose his head, they were twisted around the intricate ivory bone. Tybalt frowned and attempted to shake them off. He didn't want random fawns or birds trying to chew his antlers.
She giggled, swallowing the last of the blueberries. "Here, let me help." She balanced on her back legs, and managed to bite off the few stems on his antlers. Cerelia threw them to the ground, chuckling a little more. She lowered her head again, taking a few more berries, but never leaving Tybalt's side.
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Tybalt couldn't help but smile slightly. 'Let me help', she'd said. He'd never allowed anyone to help him before.
"You have my gratitude," Tybalt said quietly, dipping his head for a moment. He turned his head off to the side, flicking his ear as he did so.
He couldn't figure his feelings out.
So she was bolder than she thought. This was boring to her now. She wanted to have some fun. Unfortunately, she wasn't so sure she could make him even do that. She smiled, "Care to go for a run? Perhaps lay in a mushroom circle.." She shrugged. She needed something to do.
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Normally, Tybalt would have snorted and refused, would have strutted off proudly, head and tail held high. However, this time he smiled.
"If you wish..." He answered, dark eyes twinkling.
Tybalt was glad, very much so, that noone -- particularly Mercutio -- was watching. Not that he could see, anyway.
Cerelia laughed, taking off, looking behind once in a while to see if he was still following. They ran for a few minutes, but Cerelia caught one hoof in something and tripped. She toppled to the ground, skidding slightly to a halt. She lay on the ground for a moment, then let out a soft groan as she picked herself up. She saw her daffodil was crushed and torn on the ground before her. Her heart sank a little, but something caught her eye. She slowly looked up, to find Mercutio directly behind the shredded flower. She gasped quietly, then sighed. "Oh... 'Tis thee, brother..."
"Aye, 'tis me. Art thou alright? That was quite the..." Mercutio's eyes trailed up, to see Tybalt not too far behind. "Cerelia... is this one bothering thee? That's why you were running, is it not? Fear not, I'll drive him away." He spoke angrily, stepping front of Cerelia defensively.
Cerelia glared at him, "No, brother, do not lay one hoof on him!" She stepped in front of him, shoving him to the side slightly.
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Tybalt's smile soon faded as he spotted the Kabuki-pelted stag. He felt his own heart sink slightly for a reason he'd begun to question. Doth she protecteth me...? The stag wondered, as he trotted closer, watching Cerelia in surprise as she pushed her brother lightly.
He was unsure of what to say.
"Art thou insane??" He commanded, flattening his ears at the stag.
"Please, do not hurt him, nor fight him. He is not what thou thinkest."
"I do not think, I know. And I know that he is a lying, bloodthirsty hound." He scowled at her, "He has clearly entranced thee as well! I will not trust one who has taken my life!"
"'Twas not his fault!" She shouted, glaring. She calmed down a little, "It was... not his fault. 'Twas only an accident..." She backed away from him, going towards Tybalt.
"Why do you defend him? Thou art putting him infront of thine own family! What parasite has taken thee so?"
Cerelia only looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would calm down and understand. Why was he so irrational? Was it so hard to look from someone else's point of view? She continued to back away, until she was almost next to Tybalt, but still a little in front of him. Mercutio's ears lifted, and he began to breathe heavily. He didn't quite know what to feel now.
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Tybalt flicked his ears absentmindedly, his dark eyes fixed on Mercutio, though he was aware that Cerelia was close to him. He didn't want the two to quarrel so; it would only make things harder for everyone, including himself.
He was almost certain now.
"I protest; do not quarrel so." The stag said, very quietly, almost hesitantly. Highly unusual behavior to display infront of Mercutio.
Mercutio didn't say anything. What could he say? Tybalt wasn't even doing anything. That wasn't like him at all. His furious glare turn to an almost fearful gaze. His black eyes were wide, expanding beyond the holes on his mask. He took a step back, unsure of what to do.
"Brother..." Cerelia came over to him once more, and leaned her head on his. "We've all been given another chance at life. Is this not what should be done? Forget the past, we are here now. Perhaps it is time to make ammends."
Mercutio, staying still while Cerelia spoke, immediately backed away from her after she spoke. "Ay me, sister, 'tis easier to be said than to be done. As for this, I might understand some day. I have not seen thee grow, and therefore I should not assume. But do know, Cerelia, he may just turn on thee. And when he does, I'll be ready." He turned around, scratched the ground a little with his back hoof, and took off.
Cerelia lowered her ears a little, then turned to Tybalt. "I apologize... I did not want thee to see that... Mercutio can be..... Well, thou knowest already..."
Tybalt watched quietly as Mercutio left Cerelia and himself. The stag looked at Cerelia, nodding slightly. He knew only too well what Mercutio could be like.
"Aye."
He was unsure of what to do next.
His feelings were wrong.
Very wrong.
But they felt so right.
Cerelia looked down, staring at the little grass blades before her. She then turned her gaze behind her, looking at the daffodil, laying crumpled and torn on the ground. She sighed, "Perhaps we should rest a bit..." She looked to him before folding her legs and sitting down on the ground. Her ears remained lowered, and her heart was now heavy. She didn't know what exactly was weighing it down. This was harder than she thought.
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Tybalt's dark eyes gazed at Cerelia, and he wondered vaguely what had upset her. Could it have been Mercutio? No...Perhaps it was he, himself...Tybalt...
He gave no reply to Cerelia, but merely bent his knees and rested on the ground near her, but not as close as...
As he'd liked to have been.
Tybalt's ears lowered. He had no right to feel this way!
The great stag rested his head on the ground, a small puff of dirt blowing off of the ground as he sighed.
"I..." She paused, then gave up. She lowered her head, closing her eyes, quietly saying, "Tybalt...." Even though he wasn't supposed to respond to that, she wanted him to. Say something, anything. Something to take her mind at ease. He was the only one who could do it now. She was trying. Trying not to be overwhelmed by it. But it was a great emotion, one she hadn't felt in so long. This didn't seem right, but it felt right to her. Not the first time that feeling came to her.
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Tybalt's dark eyes brightened at the sound of his name, spoken by the doe lying near him. He wondered what to say, or do...
Almost as if on cue, rain began to thunder down from the heavens, and Tybalt raised his thick-furred neck to look up at the clouded sky that had been so peaceful only minutes ago.
"...Perhaps we should..." The stag muttered, nudging Cerelia's neck very gently with his nose to draw her attention.
lolwin
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(LOL ill just throw in
Cerelia sighed. Today was very warm, the snow seemed to melt a little more every day. Mud was showing up in big patches, and everything just seemed wet. She was lying on her orange, decorated back, looking up at the clouds. They were interesting today. She loved watching the clouds, ever since she was a little girl.
Mercutio trotted up to her, "Cerelia, Cerelia... How long must you gaze up at the sky uselessly?"
Cerelia shot him a look, then huffed, "Thou must try it, brother, perhaps it would bring thee some inner peace." She rolled over to sit normally, and continued the conversation with her brother for a few more minutes. Before long, he left, leaving Cerelia all to herself.
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[I'll join if I figure out
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: Look for Friends. Let Love find you.
((*throws Tybalt in*)) An
An Argus-pelted stag watched Cerelia from a distance, his almost-black eyes focused on her. He was resting among some ferns between two trees, hoping that noone would bother him, that noone would make him abandon his little comforting "nest". However, he did plan to leave it soon.
Tybalt wanted to speak to Cerelia.
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Cerelia caught sight of one
She yawned. Enough of this, she needed to do something more useful. She flopped back onto her side, then climbed up onto her legs. A breeze flew by her face, carrying various scents. One was very familiar. She turned her head, spotting two towering antlers in the distance. She smiled, a faint blush coming to her face. She was rather glad Mercutio left.
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Tybalt's dark eyes
Tybalt half-smiled. He hadn't changed.
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Cerelia smiled, scuffing a
Cerelia padded down into the water, shivering slightly at its cold touch, then dove into the two streams. She hadn't bathed in days. It felt great to wash all the dirt away. She looked to see if the stag had come closer, and continued to bathe, taking in deep breathes of fresh air.
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A frustrated look came over
"Good morrow, fair Cerelia." He murmered.
His usual greeting.
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The doe raised her head
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Tybalt narrowed his eyes and
"T'would seem my gaze was drawn to thee." The golden-brown stag frowned, tempted to simply blurt his feelings out to the doe and be done with it.
However, words could not truly explain them for Tybalt.
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"Thy gaze?..." She looked up
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Tybalt pawed the ground for
"All seems well...But how hast thou fared?" The stag tilted his head, once more looking at Cerelia's eyes, which reminded him a little too much of Mercutio.
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Cerelia smirked at his
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Tybalt snorted at the
"I pray he does not return for now." The stag muttered, glancing at the ground. He dipped his head, but looked up at Cerelia with his eyes.
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Cerelia chuckled, as if she
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Tybalt's ears flicked for a
"...Mercutio hath long been an ally of the Montagues...And of course, Romeo had offended me; what could I do but challenge the fool to an honourable, fair duel?" He hesitated, then continued. "But when that time did come...Mercutio...Interrupted, and he and I both sparred and fought....Until..."
He was quite sure that Cerelia knew what had happened.
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Cerelia's gaze slowly
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Tybalt glared slightly
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Cerelia gave a soft sniffle,
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Tybalt lowered his gaze, his
"Forgive me, fair Cerelia."
The apology was very quiet, almost timid. Tybalt rarely apologised for anything at all.
But the pain he knew he'd caused her...It made him feel...guilty.
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She caught that. He
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Tybalt nodded silently, then
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Cerelia looked away for a moment when Tybalt brushed against her. She smiled, looking ahead, walking at the same pace as Tybalt. "Pray tell, for I have always wondered... What was fair Verona like?" She let out a soft chuckle, "I had always dreamed of visiting, but I suppose I was kept away by other things."
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Tybalt smiled ever so
Of course, his true meaning was hidden.
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"Beautiful? Hmm..." She
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Tybalt had been about to ask
((...8D I SHOULD MAKE HIM PICK ONE FOR HER...))
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((ONDGKODKGODOIT
Cerelia looked up, a little disappointed, but the shrugged. "Such a wonderful color... I wonder if there are other flowers like these in the Forest..." She bent down to sniff at it.
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((|D)) Tybalt's mind raced,
Tybalt's mind raced, and he came to a decision. He opened his mouth slightly, and bit through the stem of one of the flowers. Very gently, the stag picked the flower up, and looked at Cerelia, moving his face close to hers.
((....*SHOT* SO SHE CAN YKNOW, TAKE IT. AND THEIR NOSES OR SOMETHINGWILLPROBABLYTOUCHSHOOTMENOW.))
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Cerelia raised her head,
((I MADE IT BETTER LOL *Mercutio'd*))
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((WIN ;D)) Tybalt's eyes
Tybalt's eyes widened slightly as Cerelia's lip brushed his own, and he raised his head and examined the flower between her ear and antler. He remained quiet, unsure of what to say.
"...A true beauty..." He murmered uncertainly.
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Cerelia, still giggling,
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A brilliant grin flitted
What was the warmth inside him?
((PUBERTY.
....LOLNO))
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((PFFF*dies*)) Cerelia
Cerelia smiled at Tybalt's grin, making her join him by his side. "Nevermind, then. Let us press onward... I'm quite hungry." She started to walk to the blueberries again, inviting Tybalt once more.
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Tybalt's tail flicked up,
He almost felt caring.
Perhaps he did.
It was hard to tell.
He'd never cared much before.
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It wasn't long before they
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Tybalt looked nervously at
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She giggled, swallowing the
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Tybalt couldn't help but
"You have my gratitude," Tybalt said quietly, dipping his head for a moment. He turned his head off to the side, flicking his ear as he did so.
He couldn't figure his feelings out.
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So she was bolder than she
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Normally, Tybalt would have
"If you wish..." He answered, dark eyes twinkling.
Tybalt was glad, very much so, that noone -- particularly Mercutio -- was watching. Not that he could see, anyway.
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Cerelia laughed, taking off,
"Aye, 'tis me. Art thou alright? That was quite the..." Mercutio's eyes trailed up, to see Tybalt not too far behind. "Cerelia... is this one bothering thee? That's why you were running, is it not? Fear not, I'll drive him away." He spoke angrily, stepping front of Cerelia defensively.
Cerelia glared at him, "No, brother, do not lay one hoof on him!" She stepped in front of him, shoving him to the side slightly.
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Tybalt's smile soon faded as
Doth she protecteth me...? The stag wondered, as he trotted closer, watching Cerelia in surprise as she pushed her brother lightly.
He was unsure of what to say.
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"Art thou insane??" He
"Please, do not hurt him, nor fight him. He is not what thou thinkest."
"I do not think, I know. And I know that he is a lying, bloodthirsty hound." He scowled at her, "He has clearly entranced thee as well! I will not trust one who has taken my life!"
"'Twas not his fault!" She shouted, glaring. She calmed down a little, "It was... not his fault. 'Twas only an accident..." She backed away from him, going towards Tybalt.
"Why do you defend him? Thou art putting him infront of thine own family! What parasite has taken thee so?"
Cerelia only looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would calm down and understand. Why was he so irrational? Was it so hard to look from someone else's point of view? She continued to back away, until she was almost next to Tybalt, but still a little in front of him. Mercutio's ears lifted, and he began to breathe heavily. He didn't quite know what to feel now.
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Tybalt flicked his ears
He was almost certain now.
"I protest; do not quarrel so." The stag said, very quietly, almost hesitantly. Highly unusual behavior to display infront of Mercutio.
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Mercutio didn't say
"Brother..." Cerelia came over to him once more, and leaned her head on his. "We've all been given another chance at life. Is this not what should be done? Forget the past, we are here now. Perhaps it is time to make ammends."
Mercutio, staying still while Cerelia spoke, immediately backed away from her after she spoke. "Ay me, sister, 'tis easier to be said than to be done. As for this, I might understand some day. I have not seen thee grow, and therefore I should not assume. But do know, Cerelia, he may just turn on thee. And when he does, I'll be ready." He turned around, scratched the ground a little with his back hoof, and took off.
Cerelia lowered her ears a little, then turned to Tybalt. "I apologize... I did not want thee to see that... Mercutio can be..... Well, thou knowest already..."
(too much story maybe? LOL *shot*)
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((LOL)) Tybalt watched
Tybalt watched quietly as Mercutio left Cerelia and himself. The stag looked at Cerelia, nodding slightly. He knew only too well what Mercutio could be like.
"Aye."
He was unsure of what to do next.
His feelings were wrong.
Very wrong.
But they felt so right.
-- Dannii <3
Sententia - Where Fantasy And Reality Merge
Cerelia looked down, staring
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Tybalt's dark eyes gazed at
He gave no reply to Cerelia, but merely bent his knees and rested on the ground near her, but not as close as...
As he'd liked to have been.
Tybalt's ears lowered. He had no right to feel this way!
The great stag rested his head on the ground, a small puff of dirt blowing off of the ground as he sighed.
-- Dannii <3
Sententia - Where Fantasy And Reality Merge
"I..." She paused, then gave
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Tybalt's dark eyes
Almost as if on cue, rain began to thunder down from the heavens, and Tybalt raised his thick-furred neck to look up at the clouded sky that had been so peaceful only minutes ago.
"...Perhaps we should..." The stag muttered, nudging Cerelia's neck very gently with his nose to draw her attention.
-- Dannii <3
Sententia - Where Fantasy And Reality Merge