Swords to Rust; Morikiah (Retired)

February 28, 2011 - 6:03am — Faustt

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...	PhysicalBlood actively dripping from multiple lacerations to his tongue, roof of his mouth, edges of his mouth and the sides of his face. / Mental ... / Emotional ... " ... " * Notes;

Name; Morikiah
Identification; Yepa
Age; Ancient being.
Gender; Male

Species; Unknown. Failed Experiment
Origins; Central Russia

Status; ...
Diet; Omnivore, primarily carnivore

Size; #5
Voice;

Reference; Here
Face Claim; Gerard Butler

Art: ...

» A learned skeptic, he is suspicious of most, perhaps to the point of paranoia.

» Cold exterior can come across as rude or uncaring.

» Cannot turn away from a young child, despite how indifferent he may appear.

» Favors a solitary lifestyle, but understands the need for social interactions.

» Does not mingle well with unfamiliar males.

» Isn't usually one to engage in play, requires coaxing. Roughhousing, however, is something he enjoys.

» Trust is earned, not given.

» Rarely speaks, preferring communication through body language.

» Doesn't typically bow, greeting is done by sniffing.

Personality ...

To the outside world, he is nothing but a shell. His indifference is chilling and the reflectiveness of his eyes gives no solace to his, at times, hollow words. It isn't intentional, his cold ways of moving about the world, and yet with every hope of becoming something normal, he forever falls short and is lost in his own drowning pool of sorrow and misery. There is something menacing to him, this broken Adonis. He is, after all, but a stranger wandering in this murky world. He remains reserved, and tied away from the social conformity that dictates friendliness; it is to protect him. It isn’t because he holds hate for the world and those in it. It isn’t to keep love and friendship at arm’s length purposefully, that is merely a pitfall of his ways.

He is extremely guarded and not especially approachable or friendly. Polite enough, but he does not go out of his way to be gregarious, he finds social banter frivolous and rarely is an active participant in such. Upon first meetings, he leaves an impression of a cold and surmising individual; quiet, maybe withdrawn, his silence is almost judgmental.

Close ...

Prita; Biological Daughter. Gone.
Daaé; Biological Daughter. Gone.
Umay; Close friend. Scarce.
Tamsin; I don't even fucking know anymore.

Known ...

Morgül;
Aurora;
Rias;
Gustiro;
Kalma;
Nidhem;
Talla;
Djinn;
Kettu;
Pandora;
6;
Virus;

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December 16, 2011 - 5:26pm — Snowsauria

"Do you want me to go over

"Do you want me to go over there and talk to her?" Illrose asked her son, while her eyes were resting on Djinn's form not too far away. It could seem the doe was sleeping at the moment, but the snow made it difficult to see clearly. Illrose wasn't sure how much she should interfere in this either. Perhaps it was best if she just stayed out of it, leaving it to Djinn and Mori to fix their problems. But she wanted to help her son too.

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December 16, 2011 - 5:39pm — Faustt

The stag shook his head

The stag shook his head slowly as his eyes remained fix on the figure of his mate, if he could even consider her as such. Although he still loved her dearly the doe, he wasn't sure if she still cared for him. He couldn't blame her, he had scarred her heavily, leaving a gaping reminder of himself in her side. "No, let me try at least.."

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December 16, 2011 - 5:44pm — Snowsauria

Illrose smiled slightly at

Illrose smiled slightly at this, and gave her son a nudge.
"Of course." She replied, and then remained in the background, letting Mori approach the doe alone.

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December 16, 2011 - 8:17pm — zero123

Yuki had found her way to the

Yuki had found her way to the great oak in search of some warmth or to just get out of the white stuff. She hadn't know who would be there. The small doe looked at the burned stag and his two companions as she snuggled up next to a fawn. Why did he look so familiar? A faint flash of an image passed across her eyes. A golden doe and a large stag. The stag was this burned one, she could tell that but.... who was the doe? Yuki found it hard to keep her eyes off the stag. She wanted to see the golden doe again.

December 17, 2011 - 9:53pm — Snowsauria

Despite the great relief she

Despite the great relief she felt everytime she saw her son, Illrose now began to worry again as she found Mori in the Oak. She doubted he had moved from there ever since he had tried to talk to Djinn. The thought of the conversation made Illrose grit her teeth. Not because of Djinn, but because of Virgil. A poor mother, that was what he had said she was. And ignorant cow and poor mother, that was what they called her these days. And still Illrose bothered to return to this place - but now only because of Mori, to look after him.
"I want you to join me for a walk, Mori. It's not good for you to sit here all the time." She spoke to her son, while she groomed his fur with the tip of her skull.

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December 17, 2011 - 10:14pm — Faustt

The stag had scarcely budged,

The stag had scarcely budged, let alone turned his head, since settling inside the Old Oak the previous day. He held the same blank expression, eyes vacant of their usual fire, as he stared into one of the many nooks inside the immense tree. He hardly offered his mother a flick of his ears as she made her way into the shelter. Even her gentle grooming could do nothing to get his heart beating again. He turned his head away from her further as she made a request for him to join her, ears laying out to the side like that of a kicked puppy. "...I'd rather not. I just... want to stay here."

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December 17, 2011 - 10:21pm — Snowsauria

A snort escaped her, and she

A snort escaped her, and she raised her head to look him in the eye.
"I'll give you time, Mori, but I'm not going to watch you sit here and fade away." Illrose's voice was soft, but at the same time stern. She bent down and began to groom his fur again, ignoring how he turned his head away from her.
"I have already thought I lost you once, I am not going to lose you again." She added.

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December 17, 2011 - 10:45pm — Faustt

He lowered his head as

He lowered his head as Illrose spoke, letting his muzzle rest on the floor of the Old Oak. "I'm already fading on the inside, Mother. I'll never be able to live right... without her." His most horrific thought was of Djinn finding another stag that she took an interest in. If that were to happen, there would be much to actually live for in this God forsaken forest.

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December 17, 2011 - 10:52pm — Snowsauria

"That is how it feels right

"That is how it feels right now, but believe me, you won't feel like this forever." Once more, she raised her head to look at Mori.
"Just like Djinn, you have wounds that need healing. Wounds that are on the inside. It may be painful now, but I promise you it will get better, just don't give up. And how can you be certain Djinn don't change her mind? Perhaps it is as Virgil and Herla said, her wounds just need time to heal before she can make an decision." Illrose lowered her head, now only to rest it carefully on her son's back, avoiding the pointed bones sticking up from his spine.
"Just don't give up, please."

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December 17, 2011 - 11:22pm — Faustt

He glanced back at Illrose.

He glanced back at Illrose. "But what if she finds someone else? I... I don't think I could handle that." That would be his weakness, his Achilles' heel, knowing that he had completely lost his love.. if he hadn't already.

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December 17, 2011 - 11:34pm — Snowsauria

"If she does, then you should

"If she does, then you should move on and find someone else too." Illrose said. It may sounded harsh, but she of all knew it was possible to love more than one. And she knew it was possible for love to fade, even though it was a painful process. It was possible.

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December 18, 2011 - 6:57pm — Starling

~ This character is so

~

This character is so awesome.. ;b

December 18, 2011 - 7:04pm — Faustt

Thank you Starling ^^

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December 18, 2011 - 10:13pm — Sessy

The youngster approached the

The youngster approached the Oak carefully, peeking inside with his ears lowered. He sniffed the air and was glad to notice Mori there. Slowly he came closer so that he could touch the stag, and was brave enough to groom his neck with caution and with the most gentle way he could. When he knew that the stag could hear him, he wanted to talk.
"Mo-Mori...? How are you feeling? I... wanted to come and see you again."
Shyly he looked at Mori's face and tried to keep himself from shivering, so he would look stronger. The little buck didn't want to look stupid or weak in the eyes of the mighty stag, as he could easily sweep him off his feet with one swing of the antlers.

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December 19, 2011 - 8:26pm — Faustt

Catching movement from the

Catching movement from the corner of his eye, the stag glanced to see a small figure peering inside the hollow tree from the opening. His ears instantly fell to the side upon seeing the young buck's usual timid behavior. Despite knowing that this was typical of him, to act timid in the presence of others, it hit Morikiah hard to see it. He had had more than his share of others being afraid of him as of late, but it was to be expected, given the recent events. He lowered his head as the buck ventured closer and began to groom his neck. "I've been better... but thank you for coming to see me, I could definitely use the company." There was a slight shiver to the buck that the stag took note of. "Would you like to sit down, warm up a bit?"

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December 19, 2011 - 8:37pm — Rouda

"Any time, Morikiah,

"Any time, Morikiah, anytime." The doe rubbed her face against the stag's chest. "Something troubling your mind, hm?" The doe tilted her head lightly frowning at the same time. She had seen him almost at his worst and was really worried how he was doing, he still didn't seem to be alright.

December 19, 2011 - 8:50pm — Faustt

The stag managed a weak

The stag managed a weak smile. "More than you need to concern yourself with, I'll be fine." Truth be told, he had been inside the tree for three days, venturing out only once when Djinn and Joro had managed to get him to nibble on some mushrooms.

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December 19, 2011 - 8:55pm — Rouda

The doe frowned more deeply.

The doe frowned more deeply. "I don't believe you." Her voice was blank as she spoke, she wasn't trying to sound mean. "Is there anything you'd want me to do for you?" She clung to the stag's side with her eyes locked to his. Her voice was much softer now as she tried to make him feel even slightly better.

December 19, 2011 - 10:01pm — Faustt

He chuckled lightly. "No..

He chuckled lightly. "No.. no.. I don't need anything. There's no cure for what's wrong with me." He welcomed the small doe as she clung to his side, if only to keep her warm in this never ending snow.

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December 20, 2011 - 10:58pm — pumpkinseed

psst - this post does not

psst - this post does not require a response; just some IC thoughts/actions concerning Mori. Hope you don't mind.

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It's another cold day and she finds him sitting with his friends wrapped around him like a shield against the weather, and maybe the world too. It is a while before she gathers enough courage to sit anywhere near, but she keeps her distance at first, lets the scene wash over her. There is something familiar about it, something that reminds her of the days Gustiro had lain stubbornly in anticipation of the return of his love. An anticipation tempered by a growing sense of hopelessness. Morikiah's eyes are closed but she imagines she would see something similar in them were they open. She wonders if he knows that everyone in the forest knows he is ailing. There are few secrets left to keep in this place - something she'd become acutely aware of only recently as she'd picked up whispers and gossip about the strong orange stag falling to pieces.

One of his friends leaves - the white one with fur like a fresh, powdery snowfall. Still, she hesitates for a moment, unsure if she would even be welcome. In the time she has gotten to know him, Bishop has remained absent and her father...well, things have not been well for a while, so that when she'd heard about his plight she had doubted there was any point in getting involved. What could he ever need her for, a stranger, family hanging only by a thin and fragile thread?

But she had glimpsed him once from a distance and she'd known then - regardless of her father, and Bishop - he is still her uncle in her heart. Distant and mysterious perhaps, but her uncle nonetheless, and the day they'd spent playing games with Xetkal remains burned into the back of her mind, a sweet and powerful memory. So she inches closer until she is finally able to sit, her shoulder pressed to his, quiet so as to not wake him.

Her heat is the most she can offer.

After all, if she knew the cure for a broken heart maybe things would be easier all around. But for now, it is a cold winter day in the forest, and though his heart may be lacking in the warmth she imagines he must want so badly, his body doesn't have to. Moreover, it is not her place to lecture about the value of life and moving on when she is no different; when her own heart seems to beat ever more slowly with each passing day. This she understands, can feel thrumming against her side through his fur. This, she can empathize with. So Eraline lets the sound of rushing water lull her into an easy calm and slowly brings her head down to rest beside his. Perhaps, by the time he wakes, she'll be gone and he will never know she'd been there at all - but it is enough to give, if only for a few moments.

December 22, 2011 - 9:25pm — QuinEXE

Track'd. Hope you don't mind

Track'd. Hope you don't mind Plague hiding in the oak. It's the only place she knows to go right now. :C

He's a lovely character too, by the way. <3

December 24, 2011 - 8:23am — Faustt

Not at all Quin. At this

Not at all Quin. At this point, he'll take any company he can get. ^^

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December 27, 2011 - 11:17pm — Rouda

"I'm s-sorry if I c-caused

"I'm s-sorry if I c-caused t-troubles t-today. I'm s-so sorry."

December 27, 2011 - 11:35pm — Faustt

"No, you're alright. Sianna's

"No, you're alright. Sianna's motives still confuse me, but it was good that you and Eraline left. I didn't want the two of you hurt more than you were."

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December 27, 2011 - 11:42pm — Rouda

"Mmmrrphh.. Right."She

"Mmmrrphh.. Right."She snarled behind her teeth and ignored the cut bleeding over her muzzle. She turned around ready to leave.

December 28, 2011 - 1:48am — QuinEXE

Plague, after a long period

Plague, after a long period of time, finally decided to approach the odd looking stag that seemd to be occupying a part of the oak she had come to call home. She didn't have any problem with him staying there, but he seemed a bit...off to her, and thought it was time to investigate. It took a few moments for her to waddle carefully over to the orange stag, claws digging into the ground as she spoke, "You seem...unwell, stag."

December 28, 2011 - 2:11am — Salem

The hint of orange through

The hint of orange through the root of the tree made Fikos leap with excitement and take off running toward it. She had not seen Morikiah in a long time. This is not what she had expected. He seemed relatively unresponsive. The small crowd of concerned faces around him only made her nervousness worse. She crept through them and nudged gently at his cheek. "Mori..? Morikiah, are you in there? Can you hear me darling? I miss you, I hope you get better soon, you look very sick. It seems like it's been forever. I heard you were ill, but I did not know this was the case. I wish the best for you, and soon. All I ask is that you don't leave me, or any of the other friends here. We love you, very much." Finishing her small plead, she retreated to a farther back spot to wait.

December 28, 2011 - 6:47am — Faustt

QuinEXE: After the experience

QuinEXE: After the experience with Sho, the stag was glued to his chosen corner of the Old Oak. Visitors seemed frequent, and he even welcomed the unfamiliar faces, finding any kind of company a blessing at this point. From the corner of his eye, he watched the antlered doe that he had seen frequenting the tree approach him directly. "More so mentally than physically."

KestrelBlaire: Morikiah scarcely had the motivation, let alone the energy, to lift his head to look upon the gathering of those who still seemed to care for his well being. The leaf litter of the Old Oak cradled his head gently, the his eyelids heavy. His sides seemed sunken in, leaving his ribs and hip bones protruding noticeably. His ear scarcely flickered as he took notice of a small doe gently pushing her way past the others. He sighed heavily as she spoke, his breath disturbing the leaves, "I can hear you, Fikos... It hurts.. very much. But it's not something... that I can fix.." He paused briefly. "I've ruined it... everything... But I love you all too..."

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December 28, 2011 - 7:39pm — QuinEXE

"Hhm.." She replied, her long

"Hhm.." She replied, her long dragon like tail curling across the ground as her head tilted in curiosity. What could have happened to this odd creature that had him so mentally suppressed he refused any source of nourishment. She didn't know why sh felt so compelled to speak with him, and maybe even give him a source of comfort... but she thought it was worth a try, "That is very plain to see. Tell me, stag.." With a slightly audible grunt, she'd lay her large stomach down, nuzzling it softly before returning her gaze to Morikiah, "What ails you?"

January 4, 2012 - 6:35am — gglidden

Just dropping in and saying

Just dropping in and saying hi! 83

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Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.
Forget Your Perfect Offering.
There Is A Crack In Everything.
That's How The Light Gets In.

(A part of the lyrics of Leonard Cohen's Song "Anthem")

January 4, 2012 - 3:47pm — Sham

Sianna; "Are you ready to let

Sianna; "Are you ready to let me help you?".

She's not actually there but whatever. Disregard the awkwardness.

January 4, 2012 - 4:03pm — Faustt

Quin: Morikiah offered the

Quin: Morikiah offered the antlered doe no measure of protest as she settled herself down nearby, her large belly becoming all the more noticeable as she nuzzled in gently. He sighed heavily at her question, having had to explain his situation on more than one occasion. "Just an ailment of the heart."

gglidden: <3

Sianna: The stag didn't even lift his head at her question, not having the strength to protest as much as he used to. "Not today, Sianna. I don't want to fight today."

-awkwardness noted-

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January 4, 2012 - 7:24pm — QuinEXE

Plague's eyebrow raised in

Plague's eyebrow raised in question at his obvious irritation for having to explain himself, considering she had hardly come in contact with the stag before just a few weeks ago she hadn't the smallest idea he talked about this before, "Hhm. I see." She replied, ears pulled back slightly as her long tail curled against her side, "I am...sorry to hear that. It's something I'm all too used to, so I suppose my tolerance for pain in that manner is numbed. You'll have to forgive me." She shrugged, feeling a little awkward talking to a stranger, but, she knew he had some relation to Crucio... the least she could do was try and help. At least a little, "Have you eaten today?"

January 5, 2012 - 10:36pm — Faustt

"I wish that I was that

"I wish that I was that fortunate." He shifted his weight to the opposite side of his body, the current side feeling numb from constantly sitting. "No, I don't have much of an appetite."

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January 7, 2012 - 8:52am — Lidochka

Some days ago, Gina lay with

Some days ago, Gina lay with Morikiah on a pond.
He has seemed to her very nice... (:
I hope to meet him again...

January 10, 2012 - 7:35pm — Torturer

"Are you spying on her?" The

"Are you spying on her?" The young buck asked with a grin.

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情

January 10, 2012 - 7:40pm — Faustt

"I'm not spying, she knows

"I'm not spying, she knows I'm here. I just... need to be close to her."

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January 10, 2012 - 7:49pm — Torturer

" You still love her, d-don't

" You still love her, d-don't you?" The grin on his face was gone within a second. "It has to hurt to not.. be c-close to her, I guess." He sighed and gave the stag next to him a nuzzle. He wasn't afraid of Morikiah, not even after he became something dangerous for a while. Sho trusted him, alot. " S-Sorry about t-that one time, at the p-pond.. I-I wasn't scared of you but of .. S-S-Sianna."

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情

January 10, 2012 - 8:01pm — Faustt

"Of course, I never stopped

"Of course, I never stopped loving her." He sighed heavily, the persistent ache in his chest refusing to cease. "I does.. but I won't force her to do anything she doesn't want. Even if she doesn't care for me anymore, I'll still be here for her.. should she ever need me." He glanced down at the young buck at the mention of the past events at the pond; it brought him comfort to know that the boy didn't fear him at that time. "I should be the one apologizing for jumping to a conclusion so quickly, I should have suspected that it was Sianna." He paused a moment. "And I must apologize for what I became. Regardless of what happens, I shouldn't have lost my composure, not let what ever it was take over."

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January 10, 2012 - 8:14pm — Torturer

He listened to the stags

He listened to the stags words. Sho didn't even know what real love was. He had no idea how it would feel like. Did it even had a smell? He shook his head discreet. Oh but he would learn what it was, that was sure. When he thought about Sianna, a shiver ran down his spine. "She chased me.. I-I was so .. scared.'' The youngster closed his eyes shortly."I-I guess it was stronger than yourself, M-mori." He said after staring in the distance for a moment. "I knew it wasn't really y-you. You're n-not like that. You are sweet.."

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情

January 11, 2012 - 10:11pm — Faustt

He snorted, the mischief that

He snorted, the mischief that Sianna got into annoyed him. "If she ever bothers you again, you can come find me, I'll keep her away." The boy's words touched him, he was one of the few who never seemed to lose faith in him; it brought a smile to his face. He touched his nose gently to boy's head, ruffling the hair between his ears. "Thanks kid, you're one of the few who seem to think so."

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