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His ears pulled back against his head as he watched the goggled-doe step back from him. Growing uneasy by her unexplained anxiety, though, judging from the relations he knew of, it should not have surprised him. Carefully, he backed himself up as well in respect for the space she was silently requesting. Slowly settling himself beside the dying oak tree powdered with snow. Wincing as the bitter chill nipped as his lower body through the cotton shirt.

A smile stretched across his face though as Jane giggled. A small, unsure smile but a smile nonetheless. "Ah yes, I vaguely remember that day. Bright ran over to me, yelling at me to help shake your brother and Illrose off of him," a chuckle bellowed in his throat as the memory replayed in his mind. "Chased them all around the Playground before your brother took my fedora. If I am not mistaken...I beleive he still has it."

Shifting his weight, he moved some of the snow away from him. Ears perking as her voice lowered; attempting to catch her shy whispers. "Oh yes, my dear, this is plenty far from the creek," He lowered his head in a 'bow' like fashion, "Thank you for accompanying me out here, dear Jane. It is not often I am graced with such lovely presence."

He kept his eyes off of her. Sensing the rising tension the topic was bringing. At the time, he truly did not know for certain. Only assumed by placing pieces together as he heard tidbits of poisonous gossip he heard around him. Sax's scoffs; Bright's brief mockeries; thing in passing...Though unknown to Jane, she gave him the biggest clue: the goggles. The rounded spectacles she wore were a striking resemblance of Jack's. Almost identical. Leaving the clothed-stag to suspect that the doe had some ties to the white stag. He had not heard of any warning to stay away from a wife or a girlfriend...Just the young Juliet, his daughter. So logically, he could only assume a sibling based on her age, and her unintentional reaction to his statement only confirmed his suspensions.



His gaze returned to Jane as she spoke. Sentences becoming more clear as she stopped mumbling to herself. Brown-tipped ears twitching with each word she spoke. His attention fully on her as he gave a faint smile, attempting to ease away the dreadful atmosphere that surrounded them. Bushy brows pulling inward though with concern as he watched her shiver. The smile faded to a thin line, "Are you sure you are not cold, my dear...?" his voice was deep and rich, sprinkled with his trademark British accent.

Rising slowly to his feet, Cypher had to hold himself back from trotting to her side. Wanting to provide her warmth as he had done to the medicine doe and her son the night before, and to Sax and Maeve the day before that, and to the unconscious Balthamos resting in his cradle...But Jane seemed edgy with his closeness. Leaving him to stand stupidly beside the tree before an idea struck him. Quickly, he fumbled with the shirt. Biting down at the top buttons with his chattering teeth before the shirt was loose enough for him to slip through. Spreading his forelegs, he wiggled his head back through the opening and the long-sleeved shirt dangled from the lower portion of his antlers. He tossed his head to the side, flinging it into the flower patch before him.

"There you are, my dear." He huffed, slightly out of breath from the fight with his clothing. White wisps seeping through his lips and dispersing into the chilled air. "I am afraid I no long have my vest. I gave it to Sax the other day to warm a small fawn with; that is all I have. Cotton is not quite as heavy as polyester but it is warmer than nothing at all."

The bitter wind swirled around him as he stood hunched over beside the tree. Rustling his off-white pelt, dirtied by the moist mud that had gathered around the exposed roots of the oak. Pointing out from the pushed away snow, revealing the frozen ground beneath his feet. He shivered, not from the chill but from the unsettling tension that thickened with his gesture. Feeling exposed - and somewhat nude - with only the silver tie around his neck, Cypher looked away as the flesh beneath his fur flashed a hue of red from embarrassment. They were in a forest and he had been repetitively mocked for wearing clothing, but even in a world full of animals and shield by a layer of fur, he never got use to the barbaric feeling that came from being without it.

A heavy sigh seeped through his nostrils as his jaw locked. Eyes wandering the horizon while he gulped away a nervous lump crawling up this throat. He had done it again, hadn't he? Assumed too much and overstepped social boundaries. A habit of his that seemed to constantly reoccur whenever meeting new acquaintances. How will you get that on again?

Her voice pierced the still silence of the snowy afternoon, drawing his attention back to her. Crystal blue eyes looking more vibrant in the hazy atmosphere as he peered at her from behind scruffy mahogany bangs, messy and out of place from his fight with the shirt. "That is...a very good question, my dear," He glanced down at the shirt laying on the ground between them. Carefully, he circled the clothing, being sure to keep a respectful distance between them as he pranced pass her.

Assuming she was declining his offer, he kicked the shirt up into the air with his foreleg. He took a step back with his eyes fixed on the shirt as it fluttered in the breeze before leaping up onto his hind legs. Allowing the shirt to fall across his back with sleeves dangling on his sides. He began to go in circles in the flower patch, like a dog chasing its tail, while attempting to slide his fore legs through the sleeves. "Typically, my dear...I have a bit of...Bit of help from a small...Jackdaw," his sentence cut into pieces as he spoke through struggling gasps. "Surprising really...with how useful...a small bird can be."

"You would know her...if you saw her, my dear," his breathing began to steady as he forced his left foreleg through the first sleeve. Nipping at the right with his teeth in between words. "She is a pesky little bugger with an attitude problem, but that bird is still a sweetheart."

Rolling his shoulders, the thin cloth draped over his frame. All that was left was the last leg...Why do you have them anyways? The question caused him stop fighting the shirt and look at her. Eyes darting side to side while thought..."I do not know," he finally replied after a few moments of silence. "I just woke up with them on, got use to it, and...Well, that is about it. Kind of like your goggles, maybe...?" Lips dipping into a soft smile as he gave a faint, anxious chuckle, "I do not have a fascinating story...Do I, my dear?" The smile faded quickly as the corners fell. Realizing that his attempts at any sort of relaxing humor were failing miserably. Only worsening the situation over lightening the mood.

He pulled his ears back as his head hung slightly. Chin nearly touching his chest as he let out a heavy, defeated sigh. Glancing up at her from beneath the stray hairs that hung over his forehead, "No no, it is fine, my dear. I have it..." Lifting his right foreleg, he tucked it close against his body beneath the fabric, pulling it slowly upward as he jiggled the slender limb through the opening. He now sat with both front legs pulled together. Shoulders tightly collecting near his neck in a shrugging fashion with the shirt loosely hanging around him. The top two or three buttons remained open, allowing scruff fur from his neck and chest to frill out of the V-shaped opening.

"I am sorry...Dear Jane, sorry for, well...All of this," he seemed to cower slightly before her, like a puppy expecting to be whopped by a rolled newspaper. "I never meant to make this meeting such a disaster. Please, my dear, do not feel obligated to stay. You may leave whenever you wish; I am quite use to being alone. I shall be alright." and with that, he forced a smile.

Her compliment caused him to raise a brow. She thought it was cute, that was a good sign, right? Woman often liked things they said were cute, right? So if she she he was cute, than she liked him enough to not mind his company...Right? The stag seemed to shrug as he stumbled backward, as he retreated to the base of the tree. Lowing himself with a sigh.

He had never been particularly good with holding conversations or socializing in general. For a long while it seemed as if every time he tried to open his mouth to speak, a fight broke out instantly. Reading other's emotions from twisted expressions, trying to understand puzzling body language, trying to find the hidden meaning between their words...All of it was difficult on their own but now the challenge seemed to have been doubled as he tried to communicate with the complex doe. She was proving to not be as easy to butter up as previous does he had met. His charms were not helping to warm her up to him as they had before.

Frowning, he adjusted his lanky legs beneath him, trying to avoid her gaze. "Sorry for troubling you, my dear..." His soft voice finally said as he glanced over at her. Ears pulled back against his head as she continued, and beeing alone is bad...

Something about her tone caused his heart to sink slightly, though he was uncertain as to why. He had to agree though. Despite being use to being alone - having spent most of his life in isolation, he never did enjoy it. "Yes...Yes I suppose so,[/]" Mind raced, trying to think of a way to start small talk without risking leading the conversation down the wrong path, like he always did... "So eh...Your goggles. You said you needed them, right my dear? Is there any particular reason?"

A brow curved over his eye, confused as to why she was blaming herself for their awkward meeting,"[=#787878]Do not blame yourself, dear. I was the one who went too far[]" Though he questioned if his words could be heard. Watching as the doe seemed to fall into a memorizing trance in front of him. Her attention drawn away from their conversation and focusing on the white land around them.

He allowed his own eyes to wander. Gazing out towards the horizon, eyes squinting as the sun reflected off some large icicles that had formed upon the arches of the near by Ruins. Admiring the purity the forest seemed to have as the snow blanketed across it. Though despite its beauty, his heart grew heavy. As if the snow reminded him of something...But what?

The abrupt way she stopped talking forced his attention back to her. Head snapping while his brows loosened. Inner points gathering together as they rose. "But are you - the both of you - alright, my dear...?" He hesitantly said with genuine in his voice. At least, with as much concern as a stranger could possess towards another. "With your eyes, I mean."

Tracking c:

Quad, I can certainty see the resemblances.

Now I wonder...What would happen if Cypher and I met like that? Hmm....

The clothed-stag slowly approached the smaller buck, who was lingering around the jackdaw. Clouded blue eyes shifted between the other and Migisi. The crow seemed to not fear the little buck and seeing her acting move alive put him at ease but the presence of the stranger fed his paranoia. A few days had passed since the attack against the precious jackdaw and he still had no information regarding the event. No clues indicating what had happened and no one witnessed the attack. He was left entirely in the dark; everyone was a suspect...

Slowly, he circled the smaller buck examining him closely in detail. Taking note on how Migisi weaved between his legs without care. Surely, she would not act so at ease towards her attack and judging from the other's size and timid nature...This buck was innocent.

The stag let out a sigh or relief and frustration. He was glad that the crow was safe and in - what appeared - to be good company, but he was growing tired of the lack of evidence. Stepping away, he put some space between them hoping the smaller buck would relax.

"I apologize," retreating to a nearby tree, he settled himself. Intently watching from afar....Just in case... "You are quite fine where you are, lad. I did not mean to pressure you as so."

Awww thank you; it is nice to meet Bartleby as well. I believe I have come across his character before, but never really got a chance to met him.

The stag gave a shameful smirk as a faint chuckle rose from deep within his throat. Indeed. It was a silent interrogation but of course the smaller one did not need to know that. Keeping his gaze to the horizon, Cypher slowly scanned the tree lines around them for any signs of possible assailants hiding in the tall grasses or behind the trunks of the neighboring oak trees. He shifted uneasily as he readjusted himself, allowing his back to lean into the sapling as he tiredly slumped against it. The recent disquiet nature that he had developed was taking a toll on him. While he physically was rested, his mentality was shattered. Draining his energy quicker than he could regain it, especially as his appetite had deteriorated from restless anxiety. His tie was still missing; having been ripped to shreds to bandage Misisi's wing. The vest still draped around him as his cotton shirt laid partly unbuttoned. Too absorbed in caring for the jackdaw to care about his appearance.

Ears swiveled around to catch Bartleby's words. Despite his attention being divided, he still managed to catch the fluent dialect that tarried in the medium-toned voice. Studying the gray buck from the corner of his eyes, he tried to distinguish the accent. It sound European, slightly familiar, but he was unsure of its original origin. Too rough and strong to be from the United Kingdom, but too soft to be from Eastern Europe. Yet, believing that another might be from 'the other world' brought him a slight be of comfort, if only assuming that the two could make a common connection.

Turning to face Bartleby, his attention was now focused solely on the pair before him. A faint smile brushed across his lips as he nodded. "I would hope so, his voice far deeper and enriched with its natural British tone. However, the somewhat cheerful spike in his speech turned cold and stern as his smile faded. Eyes narrowing while he let out an aggravated snort. His anger not directed at the buck, but to the topic brought up. "No," he scoffed the short, sharp reply as he began to nervously tap the soil with his front left hoof. "But I have been looking for the bloody bastard responsible for it." Adrenaline started to brew once again within his veins. Blood heated by the reminder that he knew nothing about the incident.

"Troy?" Pointlessly, he repeated the buck's name. The single word sounding more like an unsure question than a mimicked. Nothing particularly about it justified the need to repeat it, but the introduction startled him about of his rage-filled trance. A heavy feeling grew in his stomach as he swallowed down dry again. Groaning to himself as he began to realize that he too would need to give a name. How he hated introductions... "Cypher." he quickly spat, hating the way his 'name' made him feel. Though he quickly shook his head as he tried to gather himself. "Pardon my shortness...It is a pleasure to meet you, sir Troy. You may call me...Cypher..." Cringing again at the distastefulness his name held.

I realised I didn't have this tracked. o_o
Bad me.

Juliet is quite enjoying Cypher and Migisi's company. ^_^

A distressing atmosphere catalyze around the two males. Air growing thicker with the exchange of suspicious stares. Cypher's crystal blue eyes were fixed on the lush green of the opposing buck's. Watching carefully as Troy's twitched side to side, obviously judging him in return. A faint rush of embarrassment and amusement flashed through the weary stag. Entertained by the idea of the smaller one sizing him up but feeling slightly ashamed of his condition, disliking allowing others to see the "weaker" side of him. His clothing was intact but coated with thin layers of dirt and dust that had gathered on them from his frantic explosions of pinned up edgy-fury throughout the Forest. Sleeves moist from the tips to just below his elbows and clang to the fur of his lean forelegs. Scruffy bangs became matted, sticking to the sides of his forehead from nervous sweat brought on by his own panic attacks. Dark circles developed below his dulled eyes, taking away more of his charm from his youthful face.

Perhaps unintentionally giving him a careless reputation in Troy's eyes, but the stern expression he held showed that he did not care - not out to impress anyone tonight. Even if no one took notice of his actions and Migisi was oblivious to his sacrifices for her, there was no doubt that her recovery was progressing flawlessly. The jackdaw still had quite a way to go before she would be fully healed; her shock had taken a toll on her, but nonetheless, she was capable of moving with more ease, and appeared to be more relaxed than before. To him, that was all the 'approval' he needed.

Despite his loathsome appearance, Cypher sat with his head high, exhausted but full of determination and confidence. Carefully listening to every word Troy said to him. His doubts of the buck fading as he watched his defensive nature appear. The stag nodded, accepting the aid. "Aye, she is precious to me," finally speaking up after Troy fed him a variety of questions. Oddly never referring to her a bird and always speaking highly of her, as if she were more than just a 'pet'.

"However, sir, I do not wish for you to put yourself in harm's way," frowning at the sickly state of the silver buck. He would accept any help he could get in tracking down Migisi's attack, but he desperately wanted to avoid the responsibility of another's life. Already having his energy and mental stability drained from fretting over the jackdaw, he was positive that he could not withstand a second burden. "So do be careful and avoid a row if you can, and please, sir, do tell me if you happen to come across any information regarding who might have attacked her. I would be very grateful."

The stag shifted his weight. Readjusting himself against the tree, his gaze began to search the Forest again. Ever so alert and fearful...Not for his well-being but for the jackdaw's. His attention was brought back to Troy quickly, however, as the buck questioned his origin. A flicker of excitement lighted within him; it was always a pleasure to speak of his homeland. "Chelmsford, though I was residing in Manchester," he spoke as if he took no notice in the Forest around them; unaware that such locations did not exist in this realm and took comfort in the familiarity his words gave him. He never really philosophized over his existence within this strange world other then being told to go here...And just like any well trained "agent", he obeyed his orders regardless if he agreed or not.

"Ah Belgium. I have never been there personally, but I assume it is lovely?" He questioned while allowing himself to relax, somewhat eased to have a civilized conversation with another gentleman for once.

D'aww..so sad. She felt so torn yesterday. She didn't want to leave either one alone, but knew that they probably wouldn't get along as a group.
She's started to really enjoy Cypher's company, so she'll probably try and find him again as soon as possible to make up for leaving him all alone. ♥

Mh c:

It's fine. Cypher was more or less just trying to calm Sherlock and get him to ease up a bit. Trying to lead him off to just get him out of the irritating situation to relax.

He does what he can for those who start to get close to him. It's good to finally see the two of them not bickering.

And that's fine. He got distracted with trying to calm Migisi after she freaked about being turned into a rabbit.

Ah yes, especially since Shiori has been filling me in on the attachments happening between Migisi and Sher. He flips shit just as a FYI, so if he starts getting less tolerable or slightly more aggressive. Taking her attention away from him is like taking a security blanket away from a kid.

As for her, she flew back and hid in her next. He went to coax her out then cuddled her until she calmed down and Sher rejoined them.

Yes... It would seem so. ><

Migisi took refugee under him and was in distress. So naturally, she became his first on his priority list. He almost lost her once not too long ago from an attack; he takes no chances now.

|: So I can imagine Sax giving Cypher some kind of weirdass gift for Valentine's Day because she does not understand that it's reserved for couples. /MAULEDrun

Hithere |D; just wanted to let you know, Possessed asked me to re-cast Sherlock's pelt which was why Capulet was spelling him. I: I was a little confused when Cypher taunted at him until I realized it probably looked like a stranger spell-spamming Sher. Sorry about the confusion there, just wanted to clear that up. ;;

Consider this a track too, he's an interesting guy. <3 Should have tracked this a while ago

Nah that's okay <3 I tend to go OOC when casting for others on my deer anyway, no harm done ^^

Aw yeah, look at that smexy beast.

Okay, attempted adding you to MSN once more, since it seems to be behaving somewhat.
So if you see a random request, it's probably me. |D

Welcome back! You've been missed! =)