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Previously(Part l): What Fools are We
Previously(Part ll):To Believe that the Weather
Previously (Part lll): Makes a Day Good?
Previously (Part llll): But Then Again
Current (Part V): Maybe it Does
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Author's Note:

Soares uses Flirtation Attack: Them eyebrows 
Jarcelot uses Flail Protectionflail plz 
Jarcelot fails. Fangirl Flailing Emote  
Soares is very successful.

This also is a sort of overview of Jarcelot's reaction to the missing lieutenant.
At first I had thought he would be terrified and paranoid but then I realized-
He's got Soares, Req, and Calmadair around him constantly. All of which are bigger than he is.
Stronger than him too. He's going to feel as safe as ever with them around.
Irrationally safe at that 'cause he's also a colt and for as well-versed in paranoia as he is
(Blame Req) he's not immune to innocence and optimism.

Massive thanks to HayleyWolf for letting me RP my character's thoughts on her boy's disappearance!
I hope you like his point of view. I know it's rather vague in comparison to Req, but that has to do 
primarily with the fact it's hard to focus on anything when you're crushing hard. Giggle 

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Featuring: Jarcelot & Hunky Lord Soares the Golden [NPC]
Mentioning:  Requimsal, Resholan, Anita, Lunemyr, and the terrible trio of fawns
Early Summer, Year 765 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore
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Word Count: 2,624
+3 speed
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    Jarcelot wasn't counting. Nope. He wasn't keeping tally of the number of days that had passed since he had last saw Soares. Jarce certainly didn't know that it had been exactly 2 full moons and a fortnight since he had met the taller stag. The stag who had come to life in his dreams and haunted his waking thoughts. Jarcelot wasn't about to admit to anyone just what put the early morning and randomly sparking blushes upon his face. He wasn't about to admit why he was lost in his thoughts so often. He managed to do his duties and tasks around his wandering mind so thankfully not many asked outside of his father. Jarcelot shook his head as he stood carefully at the edge of his lord's glade, carefully maintaining a steady expression.

    He also wasn't counting the few times Jarcelot had spotted the familiar golden hide in passing. In Glenmore it was hard not to be seen when you were a Lord with lordly tasks which took you all over the Glenwood. In Glenmore it was hard not to be conveniently around when you were a glade-guard working privately and allowed time to yourself occasionally. Jarcelot didn't count these dozen times he'd encountered the stag since there had been no conversation or usually even a sign of the fact the other realized they were in sight. No he certainly didn't count the minutes he spent staring casually at the walking sun-born lord.

    The next guard who would take over for him during the night approached, his darker hide shimmering in the afternoon sun. Jarcelot's attention turned to him and he reported a few suspicious findings. "Slight movement on the eastern side. Nothing otherwise has bothered the glade." Jarcelot stated factually. The guard nodded diligently and Jarcelot moved. He said his nightly fare wells to those in the glade before beginning his trek back to his grandmother's glade. Carefully he picked through the trails at a steady pace, his mind wandering dangerously as he let his hooves move on auto-pilot. 

    It was illogical how much Jarcelot thought about the golden stag. It went from nothing to everything about this random stag who had decided the status quo wasn't for him. The stag who had cuddled a strange stag and made them a delicate den for them to keep them dry from the rain pouring down above them. A stag who had stayed and let Jarcelot attempt to gather his barrings. Who Jarcelot spent the afternoon getting to know and connecting with like they were old friends who had grown up together. In those moments Jarcelot had learned a lot and it was that bunch of information which remained stuck in his head.

    Sunsets were Soares' favorite time of day. The golden hues of his coat had come from Soares' maternal family line who had been known for their golden coat colors from hinds to harts. The family tradition of gaining trinkets for every lifetime accomplishment had spanned dozens of generations back. Soares' favorite fruit was a slightly overly ripe apple and he despised all fermented fruits due to watching one of his younger brothers fall from prestige to being a raging drunk. Soares loved to use his magic- he did so any time he had the opportunity. Soares was secretly as hopelessly romantic as it was possible to get. He had a close bond with all of his siblings and had grown up in a soothing and sweet home.

    Also he was well-versed with the Victorian flower language- there was indeed that as well. While the flower crown had since died, Jarcelot kept a small bed of forget-me-nots alive in his homeglade.  Jarcelot still couldn't believe it had taken him so long as to recall what the flowers stood for. Jarcelot felt a smile dawning to his lips and he let it show. A particularly lilting voice sounded from beside him, frightening Jarcelot half out of his hooves. "You shouldn't be wandering alone." Soares' appeared in Jarcelot's ears. Jarcelot jumped a good foot or two to the side, his head whipping around to get a look at the golden stag. Jarcelot gaped for a moment, shock evident upon his face.

    Soares, while he hadn't gained any new scars or changed from the handsomely golden pelt majesty that he was, looked different. In the fading afternoon light his golden coat looked like a golden sunset had given it's color just for Soares. His earthenly brown eyes were now a sea of bronze, amber, and light brown. A soft frown lit his handsomely cut face. Yet most importantly there was a new trinket- right upon the one braid that reached the lowest now sat at his chest- was a red bead of wooden make. It was so out of place upon his being that Jarcelot couldn't help but notice it. Soares stood there in all his might and glory as he radiated concern and disapproval. Jarcelot almost felt as if he ought to be ashamed of something- though of what he had no clue.

    Jarcelot felt then indigent. His ears fell back a bit and his posture cocked itself to match his attitude, "I'm perfectly well off walking back to my glade alone, thank you very much. I am no filly." Jarcelot packed as much sass as he could behind the words. His tail flicked with indigence and sass, fluttering back and forth like a wild cat's might if it was annoyed. Soares blinked a few times then smiled softly, a light chuckle escaping him.

    "Now, now, I never meant harm. I simply concerned those blackwoods might decide another handsome stag is worth their efforts." Soares soothed. Jarcelot's sass deflated like he'd had the wind knocked out of his lungs, his indigence out on the rocks not but a moment after the sass. Jarcelot stammered a bit, a heavy flush lighting his features and he tried to brush it off as he averted his eyes. He fixed his posture and flicked his tail a bit. Soares' smile only grew at the reaction his flirting received, a proper chuckle leaving him as he moved forward and nuzzled Jarcelot a bit. "Being entirely serious, however, I would prefer if you did not walk alone. We do not yet know why the Blackwoods took Knight Lunemyr. They may yet attempt an easier target."

    Jarcelot sighed and hummed, a smile lighting his face in appreciation over the fact Soares was concerned for him. Requimsal had bartered the same concept with him multiple times over the past week since the Knight, lieutenant, and friend of the King had been kidnapped. Jarcelot in truth, while vividly concerned that he might be next, couldn't bring himself to give too much care to his safety. He felt perfectly safe walking the glades of Glenmore from his Lord's glade to his home- what between his father patrolling the boarders and searching hard day and night, his lord being powerful with other powerful connections, and Soares somehow being there too. Jarcelot simply couldn't bring himself to be concerned for his safety despite logic telling him he ought to be as skittish as a filly.

    "While I appreciate your sentiments, I again must insist that I'm perfectly fine. Between my father, my lord, and you I hardly could be any safer than I am now." Jarcelot hummed as he moved forward again to continue the walk home. Soares kept perfect time with him as he shook his head. They walked perhaps closer than they should have, their tails just barely a flick away from being intertwined and their fur almost brushing up against one another. Truly Jarcelot couldn't believe himself to be unsafe when walking so close to a powerful and handsome stag such as Soares. Surely the golden stag could understand that?

    "I'm glad I make you feel safe. I would still prefer someone to walk with you." Soares insisted. Jarcelot frowned a bit and turned his eye slightly to him. Soares was deeply and genuinely concerned. Jarcelot hummed with confusion. He could understand why Soares might be a smidge paranoid, but Jarcelot was no hind. He knew how to fight and had been training among the guards since he was old enough to do so without his health fluctuating too much. Between being born to a Lieutenant and raised by an Officer- Jarcelot was rather confident he might be able to at least fend for himself long enough for the commotion to send some guards running. Plus he wasn't stupid enough to stick around and fight if the battle was clearly a risky one- Jarcelot would rather bare the shame of coward while alive than bare the pride of bravery but be dead.

    The question remained on whether or not Soares was mistrusting Jarcelot's ability to keep himself safe or the golden stag's own ability to keep others safe. Either way Jarcelot felt a twinge of hurt creeping into his heart- whether it was for his own sake or for Soares was yet unknown. "You suspect they might go after another pale stag? Surely you realize that the odds of them risking another kidnapping so soon to the last one are as small as an ant? I will be fine walking from my lord's glade to my home, Soares. Please have faith in me." Jarcelot pleaded, face softening considerably as he added, "Or have faith in yourself."

    Soares let out a stressed noise, "It's not that I do not trust in you or in myself, Jarcelot. It is I do not want them to take you away from me. I do not want them to force you away from my reach so soon after I have found you."

    The admission had Jarcelot pausing in surprise. The pause allowed for Soares to stop a step or two ahead of him and continue speaking, rambling off and stealing the silence before Jarcelot had a chance to break it. "You've occupied my mind and my worries for weeks. I cannot cease thinking about you, worrying for your safety when I do not know of where you are. I do not understand it, but I need you to be safe. The fear that you may not be, that you may be whisked away from me- it's caused me a sleepless night many a time already." Soares rambled, keeping his head ducked and away from where Jarcelot could see it. Jarcelot kept on gaping at him in surprise. Considering how hot his face felt, Jarcelot was genuinely surprised the forest around them hadn't burst into flames from the heat. Jarcelot could hardly breathe. Soares turned around and the rest of Jarcelot's breath left him. In the lord's eyes was fear, was affection, was need, and confusion. Jarcelot was moving without realizing it, coming to brush up against the taller stag in assurance. Trying to rid the multi-colored eyes of the fear in them.

    Soares seemed at a loss for how to continue, allowing for Jarcelot to sneak his own opinion in there. "I understand what you mean. You have haunted my own thoughts since we first met. I do not understand why any better than you do. What I do know, however, is that I do not like to see the fear I currently do within your eyes. If having someone walk with me back to my glade will soothe your fears then I will find someone to do this. For tonight you shall be my escort." There was a slight jest in the last sentence so that it might lighten the heavy and hard-to-breathe mood that had fallen over them. Soares seemed to relax at the sencerity within Jarcelot's voice and he smiled, warmth returning to his eyes. He bent down and nuzzled Jarcelot, giving a soft kiss to his cheek. Jarcelot wouldn't have been surprised if he could have felt the heat which had done what Jarcelot had thought impossible and increased in heat.

    "Thank you." Soares murmured. They stood like that for a moment more, continuing to relax and drive themselves away from the tension, before they started down their path once more. They walked in relative peace, talking idly about this or that. No topic in particular stayed long before they had drifted off again. It was calm and idle. It was content and Jarcelot loved the feeling of it. When they reached the glade they were greeted with a trio chorus of cheering bleats and tiny thundering hooves. A trio of gangly fawns with excited faces and unintelligible bleats appeared before them, moving to greet both stags as warmly as they would greet their mother. The trio shooed when Jarcelot and Soares moved forward to greet Anita, the nursemaid Jarcelot still hadn't quite learned the name of, and Jarcelot's grandfather.

    To Jarcelot's surprise, Resholan and Anita greeted Soares just as warmly as they would him. Anita dipped her head to Soares before positioning herself on Jarcelot's other side to rub against him lovingly. "Soares- it's wonderful to see you again." Resholan hummed. Jarcelot started a bit and turned an expectant look to his golden hued company. Soares had the sense to look sheepish as Resholan decided to explain for him, amusement tinging his voice, "Oh? You don't know, Jarce? Soares here has been popping by the glade every few days now for a good few weeks hoping to catch you. Sadly he usually stops by too early for your shift and he misses you. We've had a good number of conversations though since we can't let him leave with nothing since he walked all this way." Resholan teased.

    Soares looked as embarrassed as Jarcelot supposed he had looked earlier. Anita giggled quietly to herself and Jarcelot chuckled warmly, nuzzling Soares a bit. "Oh have you? When exactly were you going to inform me that you decided to meet my family without me?" Jarcelot teased. Soares laughed a bit and shook himself in an effort to release his embarrassment. Soares was interrupted from saying something when the trio of troublemakers decided they wanted his attention, dragging his willing self off to play some odd game before he had time to protest. Jarcelot had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't have protested if they had given him the time too.

    Calmly he sat there with his grandsire and mate, watching the children play around with the stag that Jarcelot was under the impression was a gigantic colt. Watching how easily he interacted with them, Jarcelot was struck with the realization that he was falling in love with the stag. He didn't understand how he had gotten from obsessing over a stranger to the beginnings of love but Jarcelot had heard the tales of romance from hinds enough to know what the feeling was. He might not have been in love just yet but he was on the verge- so close to toppling down into the depths of love for Soares. It was a daunting prospect but he didn't fear it anymore than he feared walking around alone in Glenmore. He felt as if he would have a safe landing within Soares heart.

    Jarcelot let a grin adorn his face as he was next drug into the chaotic game of what seemed to be tag. Laughter escaped him and he felt as if he had dismissed a weight upon his chest- he felt lighter. Jarcelot threw a happy gaze to Soares as he frivolously ran, exaggerating each step and motion so that his children might find more pleasure in the game they played. Soares only returned the grin with just as much happiness as Jarcelot gave. Yes- he was so nearly in love with this handsome golden stag and Jarcelot couldn't find a problem with that at all.

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A Fluffy Friend by Grilygril787
A Fluffy Friend
So to explain the "British Are Coming" part there on the bottom so boldly written. This was originally supposed to be my US History notebook but plotbunnies happen (quite literally) and so we have Teme meeting his bunny friend. I never intended to put art to the RP this was inspired off of, hence why the RP doesn't flow as if it HAD artwork or a previously-detailed encounter.
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Featuring Temeluch and 'Tiny Fuzzy Creature'
Summer, Year 765 of the New Age
Haven, Glenmore

+1 herbs ~ art
+1 herbs ~ 400-999 lit
+1 friend ~ bun
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RP:

Word Count: 521

Teme had been out exploring. It wasn't an unusual thing since he always was exploring the vast unknowns of his home, but today was different. Teme had picked a new flower- a pink one who's petals sprawled outward almost perfectly- and he was going to show his mother. However exploring was a rather exhausting pasttime so he had settled down for a nice nap in the nook of his favorite tree, nestled in a small bed of tiny flowers which liked to grow by the shady roots. Teme had napped peacefuly with dreams of exciting things bounced behind lidded eyes. Or at least- he had been dreaming until a tickly feeling upon his nose woke him up. Large eyes fluttered open to spot a strange fuzzy creature right before his nose, staring back at him.

Teme gawked at it- not daring to move. The tiny fuzzy thing snuffed at his nose- it's own minute nose twitching as it did so. One tiny paw was laid upon Teme's nose, forcing his nose to crinkle as the fur almost made him want to sneeze. It's long ears flopped around and it simply kept sniffing him. The tiny creature got off his nose and started munching on the tiny white flowers that made up Teme's bed. Teme stared at it with surprise as it gawed on the flowers. How could the bunny eat the flowers?? Surely he realized eating flowers wasn't a good thing! Teme's mama said so- no eating flowers!!

Teme let out a sigh of frustration and got up, bleating at the tiny creature and sending it rolling as it's back end had been resting on Teme's leg. The creature just lay there for a moment before getting up and twitching it's tiny little nose at him, munching on the flowers again. Teme sighed and decided home was a good thing- this tiny creature wasn't doing what he was told and that wasn't okay. Mama said that flowers weren't to be eaten and Teme didn't want to be around when the tiny creature's mama came back to tell him what for since he was doing something bad. Teme grabbed his pink flower up in his mouth and began to walk. However a soft thumping noise made him stop when he was only a step or two away from his nook and the tree.

Teme looked down with alarm at his feet. Was he making that thumping noise?! Teme lifted up a hoof and put it back down. No- he wasn't making the thumping noise. Teme felt a boop at his nose with the same tickly feeling returning from earlier. He started a bit and janked his head up. He stared down as the tiny creature stared up at him from between his legs. A soft thump and a hop later the bunny was directly before Teme's front hooves. He was making the thumping noise!! Teme stared in shock at the tiny thumpy-creature. Such an odd creature.

Teme walked forward again, carefully stepping around the soft creature only to have the thumping noise return. The tiny creature followed him all the way home.

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RP which Follows this: Soon To Be Here But It's A WIP of FEELS Waaaah! 

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Art & RP (c) Grilygril787 
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Still As Stone by Grilygril787
Still As Stone
This is part of a collage I've been working on for the front of my binder. A sort of combo of all my current fawnlings. This one's Req's bit in it and the little snooping snooper there is Temeluch. Req's is simply some basic guard duty for his lord. Nothing real special but it's entirely fitting of Req as he's always on guard.

+0 anything ~ Art

Featuring Requimsal
Year 765, mid-spring
Royal Glades, Glenmore
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What's This? by Grilygril787
What's This?
This is part of a collage I've been working on for the front of my binder. A sort of combo of all my current fawnlings. The nose in the picture belongs to Req and the sketchy tail belongs to my newest addition Phobos. I'm still having trouble getting Teme's colors right wiht pencils though, so he looks a fair bit wonky in comparison to his actual colorings. He's cute as a button though. Love 

A 'further out' version which is more for Req but caught Teme's entire part too: Here

Featuring Temeluch
Year 765, Mid-Autumn
Haven, Glenmore

+1 Herbs - art (He's attempting to scratch off the bark likely cause he's seem someone do it and he wants to try it to because why are you doing that?)

RP:
Will come soon
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Previously(Part l): What Fools are We
Previously(Part ll):To Believe that the Weather
Previously (Part lll): Makes a Day Good?
Previously (Part llll): But Then Again
Current (Part V): Maybe it Does
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Author's Note:

Soares uses Flirtation Attack: Them eyebrows 
Jarcelot uses Flail Protectionflail plz 
Jarcelot fails. Fangirl Flailing Emote  
Soares is very successful.

This also is a sort of overview of Jarcelot's reaction to the missing lieutenant.
At first I had thought he would be terrified and paranoid but then I realized-
He's got Soares, Req, and Calmadair around him constantly. All of which are bigger than he is.
Stronger than him too. He's going to feel as safe as ever with them around.
Irrationally safe at that 'cause he's also a colt and for as well-versed in paranoia as he is
(Blame Req) he's not immune to innocence and optimism.

Massive thanks to HayleyWolf for letting me RP my character's thoughts on her boy's disappearance!
I hope you like his point of view. I know it's rather vague in comparison to Req, but that has to do 
primarily with the fact it's hard to focus on anything when you're crushing hard. Giggle 

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Featuring: Jarcelot & Hunky Lord Soares the Golden [NPC]
Mentioning:  Requimsal, Resholan, Anita, Lunemyr, and the terrible trio of fawns
Early Summer, Year 765 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore
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Word Count: 2,624
+3 speed
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    Jarcelot wasn't counting. Nope. He wasn't keeping tally of the number of days that had passed since he had last saw Soares. Jarce certainly didn't know that it had been exactly 2 full moons and a fortnight since he had met the taller stag. The stag who had come to life in his dreams and haunted his waking thoughts. Jarcelot wasn't about to admit to anyone just what put the early morning and randomly sparking blushes upon his face. He wasn't about to admit why he was lost in his thoughts so often. He managed to do his duties and tasks around his wandering mind so thankfully not many asked outside of his father. Jarcelot shook his head as he stood carefully at the edge of his lord's glade, carefully maintaining a steady expression.

    He also wasn't counting the few times Jarcelot had spotted the familiar golden hide in passing. In Glenmore it was hard not to be seen when you were a Lord with lordly tasks which took you all over the Glenwood. In Glenmore it was hard not to be conveniently around when you were a glade-guard working privately and allowed time to yourself occasionally. Jarcelot didn't count these dozen times he'd encountered the stag since there had been no conversation or usually even a sign of the fact the other realized they were in sight. No he certainly didn't count the minutes he spent staring casually at the walking sun-born lord.

    The next guard who would take over for him during the night approached, his darker hide shimmering in the afternoon sun. Jarcelot's attention turned to him and he reported a few suspicious findings. "Slight movement on the eastern side. Nothing otherwise has bothered the glade." Jarcelot stated factually. The guard nodded diligently and Jarcelot moved. He said his nightly fare wells to those in the glade before beginning his trek back to his grandmother's glade. Carefully he picked through the trails at a steady pace, his mind wandering dangerously as he let his hooves move on auto-pilot. 

    It was illogical how much Jarcelot thought about the golden stag. It went from nothing to everything about this random stag who had decided the status quo wasn't for him. The stag who had cuddled a strange stag and made them a delicate den for them to keep them dry from the rain pouring down above them. A stag who had stayed and let Jarcelot attempt to gather his barrings. Who Jarcelot spent the afternoon getting to know and connecting with like they were old friends who had grown up together. In those moments Jarcelot had learned a lot and it was that bunch of information which remained stuck in his head.

    Sunsets were Soares' favorite time of day. The golden hues of his coat had come from Soares' maternal family line who had been known for their golden coat colors from hinds to harts. The family tradition of gaining trinkets for every lifetime accomplishment had spanned dozens of generations back. Soares' favorite fruit was a slightly overly ripe apple and he despised all fermented fruits due to watching one of his younger brothers fall from prestige to being a raging drunk. Soares loved to use his magic- he did so any time he had the opportunity. Soares was secretly as hopelessly romantic as it was possible to get. He had a close bond with all of his siblings and had grown up in a soothing and sweet home.

    Also he was well-versed with the Victorian flower language- there was indeed that as well. While the flower crown had since died, Jarcelot kept a small bed of forget-me-nots alive in his homeglade.  Jarcelot still couldn't believe it had taken him so long as to recall what the flowers stood for. Jarcelot felt a smile dawning to his lips and he let it show. A particularly lilting voice sounded from beside him, frightening Jarcelot half out of his hooves. "You shouldn't be wandering alone." Soares' appeared in Jarcelot's ears. Jarcelot jumped a good foot or two to the side, his head whipping around to get a look at the golden stag. Jarcelot gaped for a moment, shock evident upon his face.

    Soares, while he hadn't gained any new scars or changed from the handsomely golden pelt majesty that he was, looked different. In the fading afternoon light his golden coat looked like a golden sunset had given it's color just for Soares. His earthenly brown eyes were now a sea of bronze, amber, and light brown. A soft frown lit his handsomely cut face. Yet most importantly there was a new trinket- right upon the one braid that reached the lowest now sat at his chest- was a red bead of wooden make. It was so out of place upon his being that Jarcelot couldn't help but notice it. Soares stood there in all his might and glory as he radiated concern and disapproval. Jarcelot almost felt as if he ought to be ashamed of something- though of what he had no clue.

    Jarcelot felt then indigent. His ears fell back a bit and his posture cocked itself to match his attitude, "I'm perfectly well off walking back to my glade alone, thank you very much. I am no filly." Jarcelot packed as much sass as he could behind the words. His tail flicked with indigence and sass, fluttering back and forth like a wild cat's might if it was annoyed. Soares blinked a few times then smiled softly, a light chuckle escaping him.

    "Now, now, I never meant harm. I simply concerned those blackwoods might decide another handsome stag is worth their efforts." Soares soothed. Jarcelot's sass deflated like he'd had the wind knocked out of his lungs, his indigence out on the rocks not but a moment after the sass. Jarcelot stammered a bit, a heavy flush lighting his features and he tried to brush it off as he averted his eyes. He fixed his posture and flicked his tail a bit. Soares' smile only grew at the reaction his flirting received, a proper chuckle leaving him as he moved forward and nuzzled Jarcelot a bit. "Being entirely serious, however, I would prefer if you did not walk alone. We do not yet know why the Blackwoods took Knight Lunemyr. They may yet attempt an easier target."

    Jarcelot sighed and hummed, a smile lighting his face in appreciation over the fact Soares was concerned for him. Requimsal had bartered the same concept with him multiple times over the past week since the Knight, lieutenant, and friend of the King had been kidnapped. Jarcelot in truth, while vividly concerned that he might be next, couldn't bring himself to give too much care to his safety. He felt perfectly safe walking the glades of Glenmore from his Lord's glade to his home- what between his father patrolling the boarders and searching hard day and night, his lord being powerful with other powerful connections, and Soares somehow being there too. Jarcelot simply couldn't bring himself to be concerned for his safety despite logic telling him he ought to be as skittish as a filly.

    "While I appreciate your sentiments, I again must insist that I'm perfectly fine. Between my father, my lord, and you I hardly could be any safer than I am now." Jarcelot hummed as he moved forward again to continue the walk home. Soares kept perfect time with him as he shook his head. They walked perhaps closer than they should have, their tails just barely a flick away from being intertwined and their fur almost brushing up against one another. Truly Jarcelot couldn't believe himself to be unsafe when walking so close to a powerful and handsome stag such as Soares. Surely the golden stag could understand that?

    "I'm glad I make you feel safe. I would still prefer someone to walk with you." Soares insisted. Jarcelot frowned a bit and turned his eye slightly to him. Soares was deeply and genuinely concerned. Jarcelot hummed with confusion. He could understand why Soares might be a smidge paranoid, but Jarcelot was no hind. He knew how to fight and had been training among the guards since he was old enough to do so without his health fluctuating too much. Between being born to a Lieutenant and raised by an Officer- Jarcelot was rather confident he might be able to at least fend for himself long enough for the commotion to send some guards running. Plus he wasn't stupid enough to stick around and fight if the battle was clearly a risky one- Jarcelot would rather bare the shame of coward while alive than bare the pride of bravery but be dead.

    The question remained on whether or not Soares was mistrusting Jarcelot's ability to keep himself safe or the golden stag's own ability to keep others safe. Either way Jarcelot felt a twinge of hurt creeping into his heart- whether it was for his own sake or for Soares was yet unknown. "You suspect they might go after another pale stag? Surely you realize that the odds of them risking another kidnapping so soon to the last one are as small as an ant? I will be fine walking from my lord's glade to my home, Soares. Please have faith in me." Jarcelot pleaded, face softening considerably as he added, "Or have faith in yourself."

    Soares let out a stressed noise, "It's not that I do not trust in you or in myself, Jarcelot. It is I do not want them to take you away from me. I do not want them to force you away from my reach so soon after I have found you."

    The admission had Jarcelot pausing in surprise. The pause allowed for Soares to stop a step or two ahead of him and continue speaking, rambling off and stealing the silence before Jarcelot had a chance to break it. "You've occupied my mind and my worries for weeks. I cannot cease thinking about you, worrying for your safety when I do not know of where you are. I do not understand it, but I need you to be safe. The fear that you may not be, that you may be whisked away from me- it's caused me a sleepless night many a time already." Soares rambled, keeping his head ducked and away from where Jarcelot could see it. Jarcelot kept on gaping at him in surprise. Considering how hot his face felt, Jarcelot was genuinely surprised the forest around them hadn't burst into flames from the heat. Jarcelot could hardly breathe. Soares turned around and the rest of Jarcelot's breath left him. In the lord's eyes was fear, was affection, was need, and confusion. Jarcelot was moving without realizing it, coming to brush up against the taller stag in assurance. Trying to rid the multi-colored eyes of the fear in them.

    Soares seemed at a loss for how to continue, allowing for Jarcelot to sneak his own opinion in there. "I understand what you mean. You have haunted my own thoughts since we first met. I do not understand why any better than you do. What I do know, however, is that I do not like to see the fear I currently do within your eyes. If having someone walk with me back to my glade will soothe your fears then I will find someone to do this. For tonight you shall be my escort." There was a slight jest in the last sentence so that it might lighten the heavy and hard-to-breathe mood that had fallen over them. Soares seemed to relax at the sencerity within Jarcelot's voice and he smiled, warmth returning to his eyes. He bent down and nuzzled Jarcelot, giving a soft kiss to his cheek. Jarcelot wouldn't have been surprised if he could have felt the heat which had done what Jarcelot had thought impossible and increased in heat.

    "Thank you." Soares murmured. They stood like that for a moment more, continuing to relax and drive themselves away from the tension, before they started down their path once more. They walked in relative peace, talking idly about this or that. No topic in particular stayed long before they had drifted off again. It was calm and idle. It was content and Jarcelot loved the feeling of it. When they reached the glade they were greeted with a trio chorus of cheering bleats and tiny thundering hooves. A trio of gangly fawns with excited faces and unintelligible bleats appeared before them, moving to greet both stags as warmly as they would greet their mother. The trio shooed when Jarcelot and Soares moved forward to greet Anita, the nursemaid Jarcelot still hadn't quite learned the name of, and Jarcelot's grandfather.

    To Jarcelot's surprise, Resholan and Anita greeted Soares just as warmly as they would him. Anita dipped her head to Soares before positioning herself on Jarcelot's other side to rub against him lovingly. "Soares- it's wonderful to see you again." Resholan hummed. Jarcelot started a bit and turned an expectant look to his golden hued company. Soares had the sense to look sheepish as Resholan decided to explain for him, amusement tinging his voice, "Oh? You don't know, Jarce? Soares here has been popping by the glade every few days now for a good few weeks hoping to catch you. Sadly he usually stops by too early for your shift and he misses you. We've had a good number of conversations though since we can't let him leave with nothing since he walked all this way." Resholan teased.

    Soares looked as embarrassed as Jarcelot supposed he had looked earlier. Anita giggled quietly to herself and Jarcelot chuckled warmly, nuzzling Soares a bit. "Oh have you? When exactly were you going to inform me that you decided to meet my family without me?" Jarcelot teased. Soares laughed a bit and shook himself in an effort to release his embarrassment. Soares was interrupted from saying something when the trio of troublemakers decided they wanted his attention, dragging his willing self off to play some odd game before he had time to protest. Jarcelot had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't have protested if they had given him the time too.

    Calmly he sat there with his grandsire and mate, watching the children play around with the stag that Jarcelot was under the impression was a gigantic colt. Watching how easily he interacted with them, Jarcelot was struck with the realization that he was falling in love with the stag. He didn't understand how he had gotten from obsessing over a stranger to the beginnings of love but Jarcelot had heard the tales of romance from hinds enough to know what the feeling was. He might not have been in love just yet but he was on the verge- so close to toppling down into the depths of love for Soares. It was a daunting prospect but he didn't fear it anymore than he feared walking around alone in Glenmore. He felt as if he would have a safe landing within Soares heart.

    Jarcelot let a grin adorn his face as he was next drug into the chaotic game of what seemed to be tag. Laughter escaped him and he felt as if he had dismissed a weight upon his chest- he felt lighter. Jarcelot threw a happy gaze to Soares as he frivolously ran, exaggerating each step and motion so that his children might find more pleasure in the game they played. Soares only returned the grin with just as much happiness as Jarcelot gave. Yes- he was so nearly in love with this handsome golden stag and Jarcelot couldn't find a problem with that at all.
Alice Larelle | SotA Handler by Grilygril787
Alice Larelle | SotA Handler

At long last I got time to make Alison's handler reference. 
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Handler Information
Birth Name and Title: Princess Alison Amalthia Locket
   Public Name: Alice Ashinta Larelle [A-less AH-sheen-tah Lah-REH-el]
Nicknames: Ali
Gender: Female
Age: 29 (born 1987 on March, 22)
   Physical Age: About 18 (looks more about 17)
   Mental Age: Somewhere closer to about 15.
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 108lbs
Race: Wood elf "Human"
Nationality: The Western Nation "American/British/Scottish" (depends on who's talking to her)
   Rank/Job in Nation: Princess Exiled
   Pack: Ruling Family Alpha Locket Pack Loner

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Appearance:
Ali is very lithe in build and is made up of gentle curves though her face is rather pointed. While not very tall, she weights near nothing. Her hair's a nice golden color and her skin is pale. No scars currently mar her appearance. Beneath a thick brown coat she's always wearing things that make her look pirate-ish and like a proper renegade. She's got rings on her fingers and she's hardly ever seen without her light brown stick- which upon closer inspection is carved with runes and is a good medium for her magic.

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Personality: 
Bullheaded, Regal, Angry, Family-Oriented, Independant / Dependant, Proud, Intelligent, Sarcastic, Spiteful, Impulsive

[Bull-headed / Spiteful]
   Ali brings a new level to 'stubborn'. Once she has a particular thought in her head, she'll follow through with it. Screw the consequences, whatever to the aftermath- it's going to happen. Typically she can back up this stubborn tendency with factual evidence supporting her reasoning, but anymore it's out of spite. Who's-more-stubborn is a dangerous game to play wiht Ali as she is not afraid to risk her life to prove a point, be that point to herself or to someone else. She also frequently does the opposite of what she's been told to do out of spite to whomever told her to do it.

[Regal]
   Born a princess it's been ingrained in Ali to have an air of perfect posture. Her movements, her dialect- it's all regal. She knows how to walk, talk, and look the part of a princess and it's only natural that she's the most comfortable doing such. While she certainly has adopted an air of attitude and deliberately picked a horridly incompitent way of speaking, it's still relatively easy to catch her slipping out of that adopted tact and into what she's more comfortable. The more relaxed she is around you, the larger the chance you can see her slipping into this tendency.

[Angry]
   Ali was a tempermental child to begin with. It was an unsurprising trait considering both sides of the family had three generations of highly tempermental relatives. Yet since the death of her mother, her temper has lost control. Mundane little things set her off in a roaring and raging fit. Before her temper would never see her physically assault someone, with her preferences for being sneaky and honing her temper with patience. Now her temper will see her deck someone over a misunderstood snort her direction. It's almost as if Ali lives in a near constant state of rage.

[Family-Oriented]
   Through it all, Ali has always been a home-body. While the notions of exploring the great world thrill her largely, she would rather be where her family is. If she could drag her family out exploring with her every time then she would be the happiest girl on earth. With the latest, long-time seperation from her family she's experiencing large bouts of depression, anxiety, and near actual pain over her loss of contact. Part of that goes back to the soul-bound pack-orientation that doesn't like the fact she waltzed out on her pack, the other half is by her nature.

[Independant / Dependant]
   Ali is a confliction when it comes to her independence and dependence. Her entire childhood she and her sister Hannah would do everything they could on their own. From their academic studies to their adventures- it was always just them and they could do it. However without ever realizing it they were almost entirely dependent upon each other thus now Ali doesn't have her other half around anymore, she doesn't quite know how to function. While she can do it all on her own, just as she had before, she almost seems lost when she mucks up and tries to hand off or talk to her sister who was formerly at her hip.

[Proud]
   A vast majority of Ali's stubbornness and independence is her pride. It could almost be classed as her fatal flaw. It's almost unheard of for Ali to ask for help and it's near impossible to get her to beg for anything. Ali would sooner shoot herself in the foot than beg. If it means her death- well then so be it. Ali is distinctly aware of her pride and it's out of pride that she won't admit she's got a problem with it.

[Intelligent / Impulsive]
   Ali has been intelligent since her birth. Between natural power and a sharp mind Ali has managed to ace her academics and any side projects she procured. Yet that intelligence doesn't mean she's wise. At all. Ali and 'Wise' do not go together and none of her intelligence could be classed as wisdom. She might be able to tell you the entire history of her people word for word drunk and tell you about how magic works atomically and soulfully but she can't honestly imply any of her intelligence to her forethought. She acts almost purely off impulse. Hannah was her buffer for doing stupid things and with her sister absent in her life- her impulse control is at an all time high.

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History:
   Her youth was spent relatively normally. For a small time, due to some chaos that happened before her birth, she, her parents, and her siblings lived in a small little shack just at the bottom of a mountain and on the outskirts of the little tribe that she never knew the name of. Previously her father and her father's tokota had been the only members of their family to truly invest time in interacting with the tribe. After about a decade they moved back into her biological homeland- the Western Nation- and there they accommodated their growing pack of tokotas. There Alison and Hannah flourished amid the influx of knowledge and spent years terrorizing their people together doing chaotic things that nearly saw them skinned alive by their parents and grandfather but it was worth it all in the end.

   The more they moved between the tribe and their homeland, however, the more dangerous it got for the enemies of their nation quickly learned their routes. For a small time, perhaps a year or two, they were forced to cut off ties with the small tribe out of sake for their family. During that time it was clear the adventurous souls of their tokota pack was longing for further interaction and thus when the announcement of 'Dire Days' came the family decided it was a good opportunity to hit two birds with one stone. The location of the wild dires had been a subject of interest for the West as they worried their enemies had gotten ahold of them. Thus the opportunity would be used to casually investigate the mountain range.

   Alison stayed home during the time her father ventured out to the mountain. When her mother left to join them she took Alison's personal tokota- Tulla and Alison didn't question it. She worried, of course, as her mother had left in a right panic, but she felt as if it would be alright. That all would be well. Her parents would fix it and they would all come home. However Fate had decreed that would not be the case. A great battle broke out on the mountain top between a bunch of defectors from the West who were avidly part of the problem on the Tartok mountains and the packs upon the mountains. Alison's mother and tokota both were part of the casualties and it was when her father came home that she was informed the man who had been like an uncle to her had been behind her mother's death.

   Alison bloomed into a fit of grieving rage, blaming heavily the TCA for the deaths and defectors only until her father's catatonic state of existence made her even angrier. The TCA was no longer the problem- it was her father. She and her father got into an explosive argument which saw Alison turn her back on her family entirely. She fled her country with only personal belongings. She originally left the country of America entirely- fleeing to Europe and wandering around there for a year or two. However her soul longed for the company of Tokotas as she had fallen deeply in love with the species itself. Thus she made her way back to Alaska, skirting the territory of the West with a blatant disrespect, and ironically found herself back in the small little tribe. Yet it had changed so much she wasn't aware of the fact she was now living among the tribe her very father had fled to when he had escaped the West.

   She ran across an old pack-mate tokota, Rune, and for now they slump along together in life. They are rather similiar- both of them lost to rage and grief- and they make a living for themselves in the tribe. Alison now goes by 'Alice Larelle' to avoid getting hunted down by her old enemies and family alike.

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Tokotas

Name: Rune
Import: SK Princess Of Ruin 5158
Relationship with Handler: Fairly good, mostly made up of joint anger and trust centered in the fact they are the only familiar faces to one another.

History with Handler:
    Rune and Ali were part of the same family for years before they left the family. Ali was there when Rune was introduced into the family and while their interactions were relatively limited due to the fact Rune was technically Ali's father's, they still developed a comfortable bond with one another. Ali and Rune both ran away left the family within a few days of each other. Rune left after Kintar left the family, Ali left after the explosion with her father. Rune spent the two years as a renegade loner, wandering just outside pack territories and hunting what she could. It was during a hunt when Rune and Ali reunited- which actually ended up with Rune nearly attacking Ali. The pair got their understanding of one another, however, and now they live with the tribe.

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