Wish found the offer quite kind but could notfindthe stoumache to go sit in the blood, so he walked around the other side of this nice..um pregnat stagg!? And sat there.

(I am so loving this ~<3)

The black and white doe could sense two interesting presences near the ruins as she headed back from her visit with the idol. One she recognized, having seen him before. The stag that carried hearts in his antlers. The other was unfamiliar, and spoke to some kind of power connected to the dead. There was a third, too, but, though this one did seem somehow unusual, it was the second that had interested her the most. As she neared the ruins, she could see them. The stag with the hearts, a fawn, and another stag that wore an odd headdress. She crept towards them slowly, silently, watching them, not wanting to disturb them. She did not come close, but moved to the side, sitting by a tree as she observed. It wasn't that she didn't want to be seen, but she simply wasn't exactly the social type. She preferred to watch from a distance, although she might approach them later if they proved interesting enough. Unless they engaged her first.

The bloodied prince smiled, "The company will be much appreciated
he rolled his shoulders slightly, listening to them pop before rising to his hooves.
"I am afraid I must be off, but I shall return soon, rest assured" he offered a small half bow before slinking off amongst the graves to wherever his interests led.

Furfur materialized next to Melonie and cast a curious glance over and partially submerged through her shoulder towards the assembled motley group in the graves. She was, sadly, the only familiar face even if they had not always been on the best terms. Their first meeting, if he recalled correctly, they had gotten into a bit of a fight. He tried to brush off the bad memories and craned his neck only vaguely wondering if this intrusion bothered her personal space. She was, after all, one of the few who could readily see him even when he completely dissipated. It was a rare talent in the forest, but not one that he would belittle at the very least. Company was company, regardless of the shape or personality it took.

"Ooh score it's a party! Did you bring hats? I love hats."

It was childish, but he tended to get overly chatty when he was uneasy about situations. He had discovered early on that most beings of the forest treated him better if he put on a happy face and acted foolish. A ghost materializing out of thin air was terrifying. A deer materializing out of this air and dancing in mid air was just silly and nothing to fear. It was a strategy that had gained him a small fawn following but very few age appropriate companions.

Graveyard smiled and bowed his head to Vilnius as he'd left. Ah that was a very nice meeting if he did say so himself. Rarely did he meet someone so interesting and to say the least... friendly towards him. He realized that the young fawn was still there and offered another gentle smile towards him. He rarely had fawns paying any visits here... rarely had anyone to visit and offer any company. Vilnius and this fawn were the first but his senses picked up vibrations of another.

Shifting those hooves back to being under him he waited for a few moments before slowly slipping up to his feet and craning out his neck in a firm stretch, hearing a few pops here and there as the thick, silky black mane of the Lions head coated over his thick neck and shoulders "Little fawn would you care to take a walk with me?" He let out softly before shifting that head to look in the general direction of where Melinoe was, not really or truly realizing the other deathly presence with her.

After all ghosts in themselves never truly made vibrations upon the ground to be felt. And despite being a Necromancer and being within the graves his true senses of the dead only went so far. His ears flicked up slightly to show some fair interest in the general direction as he craned his neck into another stretch purring out softly as those black lips drew up into a slightly yawn to reveal that maw of heavy canines.

Wish smiled, un fazed by this creature, and stood also summoning his candles Ooohh sound like fun!1 Godd bye bye candles"! the candles wigeled in shuch a way they seemed to wave good bye to th fawn fefor dissappering into the tree tops. Wish gigeled as he shook his long fur and bound around in little circles of abounding energy.

Wish was taken aback by this beings appereence. But not grossed out! He had seen some worse things befor! Wish smiled his fang filled smile at him "But im not dead..."

Furfur accepted the brush off and settled down to her side. It was tiring even for him to stay so active all the time. He followed her gaze again to the figure approaching and then quickly cast his gaze towards the sky. He self-consciously checked his mask to ensure it was still in position and tried to hide his discomfort. His own facial features were torn with old scars which paled in comparison to the feathered deer's face, but it still made him nervous to behold. He was considered vain and cowardly for his obsession was covering up the scars of his past. Yet, here, right in front of him, was a being flaunting imperfections. Was it a shock thing? A source of pride? Indifference? It really did not matter in the long run, it still gave him a bad case of the willies.

He shuffled behind Melonie and nonchalantly laid his mask on her shoulder to stare at the stranger approaching them. He could feel her excitement and it was somewhat soothing to be distracted from his own feelings of discomfort.
He lowered his voice and tried to hold himself together. He tended to fade away when he was uneasy and meeting new companions always caused his body to fade in and out erratically.

"Um. I'll just let you do the talking."

Not likely. Furfur knew as well as anyone that he was a nervous and inappropriate babbler.

Furfur stared giving his best impression of a deer in headlights for a few seconds before breaking into a nervous giggle fit. "What? I hehe..er...um. No just bad memories. Nothing bad on you Imeanitsnotlikeyou'rehurtinganyonejuststandingthereIwasjustshockedbecauseholyhellImeanhaveyouseenyourself. Er..notthatitisabadthingimeanifyou'recomfortablewiththatandokayI'llshutupnow."

Smooth.
He mentally kicked himself and tried to hide himself farther behind the female. He wanted to just disappear and run away but he seemed to have no control over his legs, nor sadly over his mouth.

"Er..It's a fetching er..head covering anyway. Yeah. Lots of feathers and..beady..stuff."

He made a vaguely human gesture of raising his front leg and waving ittowards the head covering in question.

"Looks ah..good."

"I wear it because my sight is hindered with or without it... I feel the vibrations through the ground better than I can actually see things with..." He let out with a mere nod of his head shifting and slowly lowering down to lay. Yawning wide for a moment before shifting again "I just cannot sense the otherworldly presences with it on... I rarely... take it off or shrug it back."

There was a sickening snort that erupted from those heavy nostrils and those tiny flickers of red ignited to a nasty, violent purple... a clear sign of... either agitation or anger at the time. It was likely from the mention of those things... Medicine Man? Shaman... a gruttled growl rippled in that heavy throat as those eyes flickered for but a few more moments and he finally settled. The voidless hallows returning to just a light flicker of red.

"I am neither Shaman nor a medicine man..." There was a heavy, angered tone in that voice, the large stags body rippling slightly as he shifted on those legs and sneered "At one point I was a 'shaman' but those days are long gone..."

There was a thickening sneer on that face, disgusting colored fangs revealed before he snorted and his ears flickered around slightly. Motioning and moving in many directions as he settled once again "Other Worldly Presences are yourselves... undeath, the dead... zombies, ghosts... apparitions..." Shifting again, the creature stood and slowly turned his back to them flinging his head downward as the headdress flowed up and settled over his antlers in a neat manner. The feathers ruffling some for a moment as he shifted and snorted out thick tendrils of purple smoke.