Treblinka was one of the deer in the tree, also cloaked in the gray-white pelt. Her pelt bore many scars, as numerous as the blood-drops that stained the snow along Am'iira's path. She hopped over roots and skirted sleeping deer, picking her way to where the injured deer lay.

"Rough night?" She spoke gently, smooth and soft as a fawn's nose. Laying so that she faced the doe, the femme sniffed the wounds and her upper lip curled a bit. "These smell a little off...what exactly...happened?" Her gray ears flicked a bit as a cool wind blew in through the holes in the tree.

Watching the two from a hidden cranny in the majestic tree shone two, bright, white orbs, a single blink recognising them as eyes, round and curious.
Radio tilted his head slowly, making sure his neck did not produce that horrible, cracking sound, watching in utter fascination as the two spoke.
should I join them?... That new one looks... hurt...
Silently, he got up, weak knees almost giving in as he approached them, only carefully, as his gut tied in anxiety.
zzzZZZH-hello... I'm... I'm Radio...ZZzzz he hesitantly called out, his voice framed by a strange static which seemed to come from the metallic cylinder welded into his mouth.

(I hope you do not mind me joining?)

Receiving a welcoming response, Radio "smiled" (if you could call that a smile at all) and decided to move closer, laying his tiny, starved body next to the doe, touching her gently, the warmth radiating from him seeming almost... soothing...
zzzZZZNize to meet you, Am'iira!... A-are you... in pain?...ZZZzzz the tiny fawn suddenly asked, his demeanour changing from shy but happy to concerned as he looked upon the many cuts and bruises of the doe, trembling lightly as he did. He did not like it, when people he liked were hurt...

(So nice of you~)

Tracking for now.

Would you happen to have room for one more? ( :

(Thank you ♥ I suppose I'll use Vaclair. He needs refinement.)

A narrow, elegant head atop a long neck. Comparable to a snake rising from grass.
The fur of his head, from just behind his four horns and forward, is short, and sleek, shining, deep black.

A pair of eyes the color of gold melting over amber are set into the darkness of his face, looking down at the gathered deer. An onyx ear flicks, brushing an equally dark horn, one of four that curve from his head, the two atop larger, two more beneath them smaller, but just as dangerous looking.

He looks more sheep than deer, for while the fur of his face and midway down his legs to the hoof is short and sleek black, the rest of his body is covered in thick wool, like dying coals, black and red and shimmering gold, a long tail of thin fur, curled like ribbon.

He stands atop the jagged craggy roots, standing easily upon surprisingly dainty dark hooves.
He is silent, and yet his presence makes itself known.
He will have nothing less.

His eyes gaze over the blood and hoofprints before coming back to the doe, eyes burning in the way they so often do as he watches her, watching, waiting always waiting.

"Strange indeed." She stared forward, becoming aware of this new stag, and stiffened. "However, i do not mind. i like anyone as long as they are kind or respectful to me." Like him.


(T-T shooort is shooort!)

Still, Radio looks on in awe, dumbstruck as if he'd just beheld the nativity happening right in front of his very eyes, a shudder running through his bones as his gaze follows the ram. His mouth would hang ajar, had it not been frozen in place by metal and thread.
Though after a second, he speaks, as if first now having reclaimed his tongue.
He shakes his head and looks to the doe.
zzzZZZD-do you like me?...ZZZzzz He asks timidly, fur flickering slightly over the laying-sore on his rump he accidentally applied pressure to.
Some deer run away from me... will you run away too?...
Then he frowns in wonder.
zzzZZZAnd what'z a beer bottle?ZZZzzz

Treblinka looked at all the speaking deer, listening to the conversations they carried out and once giving Radio a little nuzzle to show her like for him as well.

"Neither do most of us, it seems Am'iira. Just look. Radio doesnt have trust because somedeer made fun of him once, I have been through a lot, The Ram-stag must have been through something as well..."

She looked at the Ram-stag and blinked once, judging his reaction, and watching him turn around in silence.

"And you have been through a horrible thing."

She smiled a little, warm and gentle like her speech. It was hard to believe how young she was; the way she talked and the length and colors in her coat spoke of age.

Her eyes glinted with the next words she uttered in that smooth tone: "We can all start over here. Out of the fire and in to the dew."

Am'iira looked at the female and nodded once. "I understand. We all must have to suffer in some way, don't we?"

Starting over.... that is something that I was looking for. Peace.

Her ear flicked to listen to Valclair, and his Phrase got her thinking. She didn't respect herself, did she? Not after that incident. Not after him. Why would she? She couldn't trust herself with another.

His ears turned, listening to the crackling of the black fawn's voice.

Why do we have to suffer?

"Because that's how the world works. It throws shit at you, and you either get strong, or die"
Yes, yes, that was why people suffered, to weed out the weak.

"Someday lamb. You'll either toughen up, or die. he looked to the injured doe now.
"You too, ewe" he stated.

His voice was not cruel.

Merely the voice of one stating facts.
He was not cruel after all, usually, though he could come off as so.

-bounces up and down- Can I join, can I join? 83

(Sure! Why not? The more the merrier!)

Radio softly returned the nuzzle from the gentle doe, harmed and injured as she was, his heart bled for her. He could not imagine what she must have gone through and the harder he tried, the more ghastly the images in his head became, of bloodied antlers and teeth and claws, all the horrible things that used to wake him up at night, a silent scream caught in his crackling voice. He shivered lightly at the words of the ram, his deep, booming voice resonating in his head, leaving him awe-struck as never before.
Still, he was determined to make the doe as comfortable as he could, gently nuzzling her neck next to a painful bruise, somehow making the pain subside ever so slightly.
He liked these does. They were kind. They made him smile, even as the ram intimidated him as well as impressed him.

He stood at the noise, the sight, and the scent of another stag, eyeing him for a moment, gaze like boiling honey dripping over the other creature.
Petty though he was, he was far from cruel, in the conventional sense, anyway.
Or maybe he was simply trying to make a good impression on the does behind him.
No, it must have been kindness, for gender meant little to the stag aside from his constant words of 'ewes should be protected'

Of course that did not stop him from even considering certain stags 'ewes' and more often than not it was impossible to pinpoint the exact thoughts running through his ever changing mind.
At the moment though he made his way over, eyes seeming to simmer from boiling to mere heat, though they never lost their hard, commanding edge.

Long neck dropped downwards to brush a sleek muzzle over the stag's neck, biting down gently and tugging him deeper into the warmth of the tree, breath pumping from slit nostrils at the strain and cold air, but it seemed, in the long run to mean little to him, he was build warm, radiated it even.

Releasing the other male he lay down again, huddled in his place and leaning towards the freezing buck just enough to share heat.
Of course, finesse had never been his strength.

"ya' look like somethin' the cat spat up" he snorted.

While the two spoke, Radio tilted his head in small, noisy jerks, the crank in his neck back to his dismay, though right now he didn't care much... The doe was hurt and apparently, so was this new stag, someone he'd never seen before... He looked friendly, though, even with his face hidden behind sharp teeth and ivory bone. He looked... cold.
Yes, cold, that was the word...
Radio had heard others complain about being cold, but he had never experienced it before... He had once tried his best to feel this "cold", touching the brilliant, white snow with his cheeks, but it always disappeared when he approached it... It made him sad, but he figured there was nothing to do about it. Carefully, he reached his long neck out to sniff the stag's knees.
zzzZZZA-are your knees weak too?ZZZzzz He asked hesitantly, having seen the fall the stag took and cringed in phantom-pain at the sight. He fell a lot too and he didn't like it... His knees always gave in under him.

"Name's Vaclair, remember it, 'cuz you'll want it" his head tilts back in a haughty sort of laugh.
If his ego gets any bigger it might explode.

He continues his movements then, warming this buck which he has already dubbed an 'ewe' in the back of his mind.
Because in his mind Rams are...
Well, just like him.

Looking to the fawn he arches a brow.
It's a not too subtle way of showing his distaste for how unhealthy he seems

He says the name twice to himself, feeling how the title of one so daunting and impressive felt to be said.

"Va..Vaclair.
Vaclair.
I can remember that...

Am'iira...Radio....Treblinka.
O..okay."

He looks at all four creatures again before realizing that he hasn't disclosed his own name to them.
Rather quietly, not wanting to make a fuss over his entire name or title or story, he speaks again.

"My..my name is Puzzle.
The..The Puzzle, formally.
But..but you can just call me Puzzle, if that's easier..."

"Well. We're all a sight for sore eyes, aren't we?" She sat up more and shook her head, comforted by the company nearby. That wouldn't last long, however.

"Stay awhile, warm up. We're all hurting in some way. Whether it's emotional or physical pain." She continued to nuzzle the poor little fawn every now and then, and turned to herself, attempting to clean up at least the worst of her wounds.

Watching the other deer clean and tend to Puzzle, Radio fruitlessly attempted to stick his own tongue out, wanting to help, though he could not will the muscles of the dead limb into action, assuming he even had one. He sighed silently, deciding to give the freezing deer a nuzzle instead, moving as close as he could without leaving the side of Amii'ra, who he stuck to loyally, feeling rather attached to the doe, nuzzling her as often as he could, trying to make her pain go away, hoping he could help, even without a tongue...
laying between them as he did, his mind quietly wrapped itself around the frozen deer's name.
Puzzle...
The name of an object, just like himself.
He had met other deer named after objects as well and it still puzzled him, how they could bare the name and not be what they were named to be... But he had learned to comprehend it, slowly.
After all, he was no radio, was he?
...
right?...
He didn't think he was...
He shook his head to chase the strange thoughts away, tending instead to Puzzle... maybe he could make the cold go away, like he had made the beautiful, white snow go away?
Hesitantly, he rubbed his cheek against the leg of the other, feeling how moisture stuck to his face only to evaporate shortly after, to his relief. He really didn't like water.
He smiled as the conversation hit a subject he knew a little about, though, making him raise his head and look at Puzzle with wide, empty eyes.
zzzZZZI waz onze zomething elze too, I think!...ZZZzzz He said in slightly insecure joy, nuzzling Amii'ra to regain his confidence. She was so warm and kind... Like... Like something he'd never felt before... A kind of affection, but different from the one he felt towards his little songbird, Serendipity...

((My GOD, was that a long message! Sorry, everybody ^^'))

Am'iira snorted at Vaclair. "Nothing is perfect. Seems your ego is far too big for this tree here."

At that, she watched as little Radio tried to groom the other deer, and simply shook her head. "No need to force yourself into doing something you cannot, little one." Turning away from herself, she licked his warm head and groomed him gently. He was grimy and.... warm, but obviously he was unable to clean himself. Thus.... making her want to clean him up more.

Radio smiled and giggled at the soft, motherly touch of the doe, feeling his stomach fill up with butterflies that fluttered about and made him smile even more.
He liked the way she treated him, he liked it very much, as a matter of fact. She was so kind and gentle, like a soft breeze in the summer, blowing away the annoying fog that always seemed to follow him.
Though he tilted his head at Treblinka's question.
zzzZZZAre the Godz rezponzible for the znow?ZZZzzz He asked curiously. He was not unfamiliar with the concept of a higher power controlling everything. After all, The Two-Legged Ones controlled everything in The White Walls, when it was light, when it was dark, when he was allowed to sleep and when not... In his mind, he had always imagined the Twin Gods to be tall, walk on two legs and were those long, white coats that smelled of cleanliness. He had never imagined they could be the ones in charge of the weather, though.

(Sorry for being so late, guys. I haven't managed to find any muse recently. I will reply soon!)

(D: Double posted!) Will delete when able.

Treblinka looked at the doe. Did she even believe in the Gods? Am'iira, I've heard them before... They got me here from my old home. Havent you been to Drinkplaatz? The Twin Gods are the ones who keep the wolves out. They keep the Oak standing. Why dont you think they make it snow? She was, I guess, a bit over-grateful for the Gods... and a bit hypocritical. She didnt think they existed until here.

What would the Gods be telling us, you think? Her snow white eyes with the blue pupils met those heated ones of the ram and she was amazed hers didnt melt.

Every once in awhile, they do walk with us. As a fawn, I saw the God Michael once. He was changing the weather by the Twin God Statues. He was huge and gold, with a kind face and broad antlers. He changes the weather... the light... all of the forest's times...and he gives you gold fur.

She explained, closing her eyes briefly to imagine him... until Aureia appeared beside him in her mind's eye.

And there is Aureia. She has a red pelt, thin and spindly long antlers, and a motherly face... she brings special sights with her when she comes. Flowers so huge that you cannot stand on your hind legs to reach, Mushrooms that offer shade... and she runs with everyone. And they are both playful.

Treblinka felt a little fawnish for her descriptions of the Gods. Though she loved playing in their magic, she also had to remember that she was a Doe, not a fawn.

Drinkplaatz is a fountain here in the forest. You walk in to the circle of mushrooms and your pelt turns back brown.... your antlers turn back to original as well. YOu can only look plain in there... and you drink from the fountain... and turn in to another animal. A rabbit....a bat... a dove... a crow... a frog... all of those things.

The doe felt silly explaining it to her when she could not see them due to the snow. WHen would it stop?