Everyone's welcome here, man. It's like hippie capital or something like that. I don't know. But yes, come join me. And y'know. Do what people do here.
SNAKE
Deer
- No set appearance inforest, making him difficult to identify sometimes. Can just be drawn with a greying brown pelt if need be, and no mask; scarred face, wicked stone-grey eyes, straight nose, strong jaw. Default antlers.
+ Uses different pelts to camoflauge himself in certain weathers, or just due to a change of mood.
- Multiple scars on his body, hidden mostly by fur, and smaller ones on his face, visible, particularly one that cuts through his eyebrow.
+ Uses either the Kabuki Mask, Secretary Mask or the Fan/Owl Mask.
- Not much bigger than a nameless TEF deer. Somewhat muscular.
Human
+ About 5"8, with a toned build. Long arms and legs, short torso.
- Scars all over his body, though no new ones. Noticable ones on his face that he can't hide easily; one in particular that cuts through his left eyebrow.
+ Wicked, stone-grey eyes.
- Walks with a slight limp that worsens after doing so for too long.
+ Short, scruffy brown hair.
- In his mid/late twenties.
Personality & Other Information
- Distant, stand-offish.
+ Enjoys himself when in company, however.
- Rude at times. Does not bow fully to most, even close friends.
+ Does bow fully to those he believes are higher than himself.
- Secretive, does not reveal much about himself, but may do so about others.
+ Often a shoulder to lean on, or an alert ear to listen, though silent.
- Aggressive when provoked, and quick to anger or grow agitated.
+ Guilty and apologetic after physically lashing out at friends.
- Mistrustful of those he is uncertain of.
+ Will tell you what he thinks most of the time.
- Though not always in the nicest way.
+ Immensely defensive of fawns, as they remind him of his sons, but does not actually like being near them for the same reason.
- Wife is a witch in the Otherworld, earning him a terrible reputation there.
+ Sons are safe and alive, staying with a trusted friend.
- Blackmailed into a military-like service in order to free his wife.
+ At least gets to visit his wife in prison every once in a while.
- Unfortunately, has been unfaithful to her with both men and women - but she seems to understand why.
+ Comes to the human world to get a break from his life, just as he does with the Forest.
- Resorts to alcohol and/or drugs when things get too hard for him.
Hello~ I'll throw someone at
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Hi thar We can get this
Pfuff! I like having more
Throw me an intro, think I'll
Human or deer? Any setting in
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Human please. Em...I dunno.
[ GET OUT YOU
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Right enough; the wind was acting up, throwing a little teenage temper tantrum. Maybe God ought to give it a slap, teach it not to get so upset. Not that he believed in God, or any of that crap; he'd given that up the second his parents couldn't get at him for it. Just amusing himself. Making light of the strong currents that turned umbrellas inside-out and sent laundry flying from the washing lines.
Snake, as he'd come to be called, preferred it here. Even if the weather in this particular part was a pile of steaming troll shit, he preferred this world over any other. Less dangerous - yet at the same time, more so. Here, he didn't have a job to do. Here, he didn't have ties and commitments. It was easier. A lot less shit to have to sift through in his head every single fucking day.
He wasn't the most approachable-looking guy in the street that day, though to be fair, it wasn't exactly a crowded street. Who else wanted to go running around in the rain and the wind? Not many. But as he passed a house or two, he saw children at the windows, obviously wanting to go out and experience the terrible weather for themselves. Kids were like that, weren't they?
"Shit." Impossible to fucking light a cigarette with all this rain. Heavy black boots thudded on the ground as he quickened his pace, teeth gritting as pain shot through his left leg; he limped along hastily, aiming to get into the shelter of the damn trees in the park as quickly as possible. Scruffy, dark-brown hair was starting to flatten, and the long, black trenchcoat he wore was damp. A scarred face turned, grey eyes looking over one shoulder.
Snake stopped beneath the trees, right in the middle of a deserted park, and tried to light the fucking cigarette to no avail. He grimaced, leaning heavily against a trunk, easing the pressure on his leg.
Nathaniel often came through
As he walked though, he saw someone beneath the trees, doing what appeared to be a futile task. They were attempting to light a cigarette in the current windy and rainy conditions that were sweeping his blonde hair into a messier style. He had purposely remained outside because of that fact. When it was exposed to wind and rain properly and for long enough, Nathaniel's hair settled in a particularly messy pattern which seemed to draw more attention to him, not that his large height or golden muscular body granted no favours, they did, drawing many a person to him, but the added advantage of his hair just made it easier.
He slowly approached the man beneath the trees.
"I can help with that," Nathaniel said, voice of liquid silk drifting out of his mouth cutting through the wind to reach the other man. It was a voice that danced a waltz with the cutting power of a knife. It was a voice that pulled people towards him like electrons to protons. It laid bare Nathaniel's obvious seductive abilities, his charm, all underneath a pretty veil of almost innocence. Every word sounded like innuendo.
Irises of stone caught the
His head remained somewhat bowed as the pain in his knee started to ebb away. Relief. Eventually a scarred face turned ever so slightly, just to look this silken-voiced stranger over. A pretty thing; he would have laughed if he'd been a bit more inclined to do so. He knew people like this guy; people that could reel you in however reluctant you were. People that got what they wanted whether it took them a minute or a night.
"Don't matter now." His voice was fairly low, gritty, and with an unsure accent as if he had grown up in the earth's Southern America, but been heavily influenced by England. Which wasn't true, but had someone ever asked him here, that's what he'd have told them. He noticed, with a feeling of dismay, that this stranger was taller than him. Damn.
"Damn rain. You always come out in shitty weather?" The brunette asked bluntly, grey eyes fixed on the blonde's face now, ink-black coat drawn tightly around a toned body. Large, rough hands pushed themselves into two large pockets. Snake shifted his weight, tensing, and then passed it back to lean against the treetrunk, somewhat comfortable.
That was not an accent that
He chuckled at the question that was presented to him.
"Maybe I do, maybe I wander the parks looking to light the cigarettes of random guys that I meet in the rain," Nathaniel responded after a moment, hints of flirtation in a statement that sounded otherwise like he was joking. He was to a degree. Nathaniel wandered in search of people. Disliking company during the day he avoided it, but certain people had a sort of pull around them that Nathaniel found interesting and wanted to investigate further.
"Honestly, I was just looking for something," He added, though even this sounded no less like it was somehow an innuendo. Although this did have a dirtier motivation. Nathaniel looked primarily for people that he wanted. He hadn't quite decided if he wanted this guy or not. "Nate." He added, the word coming out even more smooth than the rest of his voice, as if it dripped out of his mouth to make the person hearing it salivate with desire.
*steps in* human possibly?
Of course he wondered where
Silently, he wondered if he should have laughed at the other's unmistakeably flirtatious joke. How, he wondered, could people make simple sentences sound like come-ons? He'd never been one for that himself. Perhaps some people found a low, gritty voice appealing, but they were few in number so far, and he never could put the make on someone. 'Hey baby' just wasn't his thing. Never had been. Just sounded stupid.
Rather than laughing, the scarred man gave a crooked smile, gaze now directed elsewhere. He didn't seem to focus on one thing for too long. "What you lookin' for then, Nate?" He had definitely heard that name before, but it wasn't a common one. Snake didn't offer his own name in return; what was ever in a name but misconceptions? "S'gon' get blown away by the wind." A dry snort. He was joking, though there was nothing to properly indicate that. The wind howled; grey eyes glared at the sky.
[ Sure, Faunet. Who're you using and uh, could you do me a huge favour and start? D8" ]
That's illegal |:
No-one will be watching
On the other hand, GET OUT.
Dickhead
"Me? Company," Nathaniel
"Gotten pretty lonely, not met anyone new in a while," Nathaniel continued on, "And when I saw your smoking...kinda wanted a cigarette. I can pay you for it if you like...although, don't have money on me." He chuckled after that one, to show that he wasn't being fully serious. It wouldn't have been the weirdest thing that he had ever done. Certain cultures had used sex as a form of greeting. That had been particularly weird. He had spent days sleeping with people he then didn't like as people.
He preferred human culture and cultures like it with the concept of a one night stand. Meet, learn a little about, sleep with, move on. That life suited Nate just fine.
Ah. This 'Nate' - he was one
The man knew what it was like to be lonely. On quiet nights when there was nothing to distract him, that was when he felt it. The lack of his wife's presence. Nobody to curl around at night and protect. Nobody to share his tastes and distastes. Nobody that quite understood just what he was about. And, he thought sometimes, when she was eventually set free, would she know him? Would he have changed too much?
"Can pay me some other time." A long-fingered hand held a cigarette between two digits, towards the other, face expressionless. One side of his mouth twisted upwards again into that dry, characteristic smile. "Good luck lightin' it." His free hand pushed scruffy hair back, face turning away.
The rain was shaken from the trees by the sheer weight and force of it and spattered upon the both of them. Snake paused, looking upwards and feeling water bitchslap him as if he had forsaken it. "You from around here?" No harm in asking. It would be nice to know where to find a familiar face.
"Sure?" Nathaniel asked,
He wondered if the other man would be shocked by the fact he had lit it without even trying. He had kept it lit as well. Nathaniel had also used some of the energy to divert the water away from the cigarette keeping it dry as he smoked it, his breath coming out with a haze of smoke, though with the energy that had been used to start the fire, there was a slight purpleness to it, though that would fade the longer he smoked the cigarette. He took the cigarette from his mouth.
"No, I'm not from around here," Nathaniel said, "I'm from a place you've probably never heard of." There was llittle truth in probably. He had yet to even hear of a human that had heard of the Raelin homeworld. Raelinus was very far away from Earth, it was over 13 billion light years from it. Near the edges of the very universe. It was a very old planet, and now it properly looked like one, the planet looked old, wrinkled and dying. It was littered with the swords and guns and devices of the Raelin and Guardians of Balance that had died fighting there. It was a mass grave, marked only by the weapons that had killed them.
Nathaniel had not returned in millennia. Can't face it Dad, Cissnei's harsh voice chimed into his mind with the usual vindictive venom that she had come to attack him with. Going home means looking upon my body, mum's body, Dimitrinev's body. You can't face that anymore...you just run away, and fuck us out of your head because we don't matte- She was shut out. Nathaniel's walls were usually stronger. He was surprised she had gotten through whilst he had been smoking, but Elenora had probably helped her. Usually did when his thoughts drifted in such a manner. Dimetrinev was probablly the one that had given him back the strength to keep her out. Usually he did that when she was going to rampage. Usually.
Perhaps a normal man would
Where, he wondered, was this free man from? Nowhere in this world, or, he didn't think so at least. Probably not the Otherworld, either; an alternate dimension of sorts, but certainly not the same planet as earth. "Fair enough." Snake nodded slowly, and fidgeted with the collar of his coat, eyes scanning the world beyond the failed shelter of trees.
"Where you live now, then? Don't tell me you're a gypsy." The male snorted, pushing his hands back into his pockets, looking away from the blonde. He felt somewhat strange, asking questions, trying to find out information about someone. Socialising, maybe, even if he hadn't come out with the intention of doing so. "Knew a family of those once. They died." He spoke nonchalantly, as if not talking about the death of several people.
"Got an apartment," Nathaniel
"What about you then? You from around, and where do you live now?" He asked in turn, and then it occured to him. He took a slow drag from the cigarette and then said: "Now that I think about it mate, you never told me your name."
Would it be worth it, to go
Would it be worth it, to go to wherever this guy lived? Was it stupid to just trot along with a str--Pff! He didn't even let himself finish the damn thought. Knew how to fucking take care of himself. Snake paused, and for a moment he wanted something to fidget with; a cigarette, a loose thread, a ball of string, anything. Hated just standing there motionless. Couldn't pace because it hurt after a while.
"Snake." And then he gave the first proper laugh he had done so far. "Got a place somewhere." He paused, thoughtful. "Yours is closer. Can I get outta this fuckin' rain?" He asked, exasperated as he glanced to the heavens again, scarred face turned upwards.
Nate nodded, he wasn't
Snake's laugh had been interesting, it held such interesting features. Perhaps that was because of the rockiness of his voice. He turned a bit to the left, towards a path that headed out of the park.
"This way," He said.
Despite his slight limp,
"Whaddya do?" For a while he'd been silent, and the question seemed to come from nowhere. He had to raise his voice over the rain, barely able to see past it, squinting and wiping the water from his eyes repeatedly to no avail. His coat was drenched by now, water seeping through to the silken crimson shirt he wore. His jeans, of course, were dampened. "For a livin' I mean!"
Nathaniel noticed the limp
He chuckled at the question that was asked.
"Modelling mostly, a couple odd acting jobs," Nate answered, not that his career was ever really going anywhere, nor did he really want it to. He strictly speaking didn't need a job, but it was easier to have a salary than repeatedly conjure up money out of thin air, less questions were asked about where it came from and the like and he didn't have to invent a reason for him to be in reciept of money that supported a small apartment and not more. "Mostly underwear for some reason..."
That was feigned ignorance of why he was chosen for modelling underwear, but it left a little bit of mystery about him, and Nathaniel liked that, not giving away everything, but enough to leave the audience wanting more. That was what his "couple of odd acting jobs" had taught him. "What about you?" They had also taught never to give without taking, in more ways than one.
Although he appreciated the
A male model! He had to laugh at that, rocky voice shattering the rain's rhythm. Snake continued chuckling for several seconds as they walked, hands pushed into his pockets yet again only to pull back out and run through wet hair. "Underwear model. Bit queer," he commented, and chuckled again, grey eyes lit for just a moment before they dulled and returned to stone. He tried to think of something to prolong his speech, to give him time to think of an answer to Nate's returned question. Too late. "Odd jobs here and there for me."
He did wonder about the 'acting jobs', but he supposed he wouldn't have cared much had Nate told him anything in great detail. It wasn't as if he ever watched anything, after all. Snake stopped for a second, with a muttered 'sorry' as he leaned heavily on his uninjured leg before continuing. "Gets me sometimes," he explained, referring to the limp. "Not most times. Sometimes. We there yet?"
Nate's response was to pout,
"Something wrong with fuckin' a boy sometimes?" Nathaniel asked, "Or gettin' fucked." He added absently, still with the same pout.
He stopped in front of an apartment buillding, technically they weren't quite there yet, but he had bent reality in the door, it would lead to his apartment building.
A dark eyebrow raised in
"Depends who you ask." The reply was somewhat gruff, as if he were uncomfortable with the subject. Snake looked the building over briefly, blinking rainwater out of his eyes. "Hurry up and open it," he demanded in a gritty murmer, unhappy with being drenched.
"Heh, well if it were up to
"It's a couple of flights up, that gonna be okay?" He asked, the velvet concern running through his voice.
The brunette gave a sort of
Snake was brought out of his bitter musings by the sight of the stairs infront of them; he jolted a little as the blonde spoke and did a double take to look at him. "What?" He grunted and looked at the stairs again, stomach sinking. No way in Hell was he going to get up there without assistance. But he could sure as Hell try.
"Yeah, yeah. S'fine." He nodded, thoroughly unconvinced however much he didn't want to admit it. Funny, how he could murder and stalk silently through woods, picking off the enemies of the bastards he worked for - and his leg would never bother him. Was it the adrenaline? Was it just chance? He could run like a damn gazelle if he had to. Awkwardly, but he could still damn well run.
He started to climb the stairs fairly quickly, one hand gripping the metal banister very tightly to help him. His knee ached and gave those odd, stabbing pains, worsening with every few steps.
Nate shrugged and continued
At the top of the stairs lay a door, tinted with purple, because the apartment that it led into was both the original apartment and not. When opened by Nathaniel without using his powers it led into was the apartment as it would be this time, however, when he had a spark of chaotic energy in his hand, the door opened into his Tower. It saved him the effort of phasing out and in, also was a bit of an easier way to get people into his Tower. He had thought of it after having seen 0 the last time.
"After you," He said, opening the door.
Inside his apartment was a small three roomed place, a living room/kitchen with basic furniture and a TV, a small bathroom, and his "bedroom" which contained a bed and a few books. Nathaniel did not spend much time here, preferring the comfort and security of his Tower.
By the time he reached the
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, his leg felt as if it was about to give way. A stupid idea, he realised that now; to go out and walk around when he knew his leg was like this. He should have just stayed in and rested. Let it fix itself, he guessed.
Snake's jaw was clenched as he limped heavily into the apartment; smaller than he'd expected, for some reason. He didn't ask to sit down, instead discarding his coat on the arm of the sofa, shirt clinging to him for dear, drenched life as he collapsed into a sitting position.
"Stupid," the man muttered, and lifted his arms for a second with a snort. "Just soakin' y'couch. Don' mind me." Snake sniffed, wiping his rain-spattered face with the back of one hand, soaked hair dripping more water down his neck. "Cigarettes are soaked, I bet." He didn't check.
Nate chuckled, obviously not
"Not a problem," He said, "If you'll have a drink with me."
The invitation was smooth and deliberately unflirty.
There was a pause, a silence,
"Really not meant to drink, but--one won't hurt, huh?" He gave a weak breath of laughter, redoing a button of his shirt, focusing on that rather than the guilt he felt over accepting a drink. Stupid, really. No-one was going to reprimand him, were they? "Whaddy' got?"
"I've got basically anything
"Eh. Whatever you're havin',
"An' hey - tell me when to fuck off. Can't stay here all day."
"Same apply to 'fuck me'?"
Snake gave that gritty, rocky
"That's for later," Nathaniel
It made him laugh again, gaze
"So should I be worried about
Snake smirked, entertained,
Another chuckle escaped
A scarred brow rose for just
"To make it fun," Nathaniel
Escaping from custody was not something that Nathaniel had signed up for whne he moved into this apartment.
Whatever pain Nathaniel felt
Nathaniel properly laughed at
"Suppose that some people do want to," Nathaniel said, "To be honest, whilst I don't mind being rough, never wanted to be that rough."
Snake was grinning despite
"Well I could make you say