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A distant curiosity grown into something far more profound. Was initially drawn to Carmine for his intimidating appearance at first. In a distant, innate part of her that she does not understand, gravitated to him in a roundabout act of control she felt she lacked in her life at the time. She even held a desire to try and prompt certain reactions from him, but events and life had her travelling down a far different path in the end. Has become one of her most trusted ties despite having thick reservations at first, someone who she can coexist with in harmony... Despite the lack thereof in her life. Strongly appreciative of for this reason, and all that he's done for her in the amount of time they've known one another. Does not judge him at all for the violence she's seen from him, for in her perspective it was just and fair, never unwarranted. Just the same, her own silent desire for familiar pain has been quenched by this and it is this in which her innermost guilt resides. It had not been Carmine's fault that Jericho had gone for her the night they had instigated a reaction and brawl from him - it had been her foolish need for violence that had caused it in the first place. Faults him for nothing, and this is the reason she stays at his side: for, whether he can see it in her or not, he seems to do the same. Will always allow him to be himself. Does not ever wish to change, but rather to grow and live beside him, and to protect each other from anything that may face them harshly in their path.
Distinctly aware of certain feelings that have risen in her the more they spend their time together, in particular of a tenderness and ache that has found its home in her bosom. Holds only fondness for Caine, and will always regard him with such, but in some act of irony is, too, afraid of the change admitting these feelings may bring, or soiling their relationship at current and driving a wedge between them. Above all, does not want to lose the Bonejaw as a friend even if she knows, regardless of any outcome, she would wish to remain as ones to continue to care for him as he has her. Stunted by the belief she often reminds herself of: that she does not know what goes on in his own head, and therefor cannot know just by looking at him what he might feel or think, what may happen. Afraid, too, of just how much she is reliant on him in some ways, the normalcy of their current 'system' in which they interact shaking and growing unstable with change, and if her feelings continue to fester and grow even in her silence, if it will only spell heartbreak in some future where certain selfish worries come true.
Again, above all else, knows at least that she wants to be there for him, and remain a close friend to him despite her silence, despite everything that drives her closer to him. Deeply cherishes in the wake of so much loss, her feelings have never wavered, but only grown.
"We met in the endless, upon my first days there. It started as a weird dance, we would spot each other in the distance, turn the other way, and then we would somehow end up right back where the other was. She... didn't have a name, so I called her Ember because of her soot-black pelt and fiery personality. We spent a lot of time with each other, and during that time I began to develop feelings for her. She spent many nights at my side, innocently despite my feelings. I never had the courage to tell her how I felt because I didn't want it to end if she didn't feel the same."
"She had a nasty habit of getting into trouble. She fought so much, so hard. Part of me thinks she was masochistic in a way because it was every day I was pulling her out of the deep water she put herself in, but I loved her so much that I didn't see anything wrong with it at the time. "
"As suddenly as we met, she was gone. It felt like an instant. There was no explanation, no warning, no goodbye. I don't know if she's alive or dead, and the unknown ripped my heart out. I grew cold and distant after that, mad at myself, mad at her. It's taken a very long time for me to move on, and I'm so very glad I did. Some part of me worries she'll come back someday, and hate me for moving on, but let her. I-... I deserve to be happy."
An intense source of self-hatred, pain, and loss. Heartache. Misses with every fiber of his being and struggles to move on from what they shared. Has left him a husk of what he once was. The first person he has ever grown to love, and he was stupid enough to not tell her before she was lost. Gone.
“Goodbye, my almost lover.”
No more than a stalwart, gentle presence as far as she can tell. Knows there may be more lying underneath the surface, though respects his space. May be so inclined to approach him from time to time, and hopefully to share solo company one day to bridge the gap of personable interaction between them.
Did manage to do so, in the end, although under circumstances she didn't quite prefer. Sympathizes with him and what she's deemed are good deeds and intentions gone unheard. Slightly protective of, which may be because she's accidentally projecting certain things onto him that she has felt and have happened to her. Feels a vague sense of kinship that she's starkly aware of is shallow, however, under the pretense she doesn't feel so alone when she looks upon his scars, coupled with certain mannerisms, and his silence. Remains a curiosity, if not someone to distantly look out for.
Missing.
First 'introductions' to the Nightmare entailed running from him, and him chasing her, despite him posing no real outward threat to her before she let her flightiness get the best of her. This lead to Sabbath engaging in a fight with him after noticing this. Unnerved by him from the beginning, though, and feels interactions have only cemented this opinion of him in her. In even the deepest reaches of herself she fears him, no matter how much she may brave a face against him in times of conflict. Is actually quite terrified of the Cacodaemon, as she views his lackadaisical attitude to the fights she sees him in as a feint for a power within she knows he knows he has. Paired with his massive size and without knowing just what goes on in that head of his, finds him unstable and unpredictable. Bitter over his recent company with Sabbath, which only further perplexes her, but remains to give him a wide berth if she can help it. Always a little on edge when he's around, when she can sense him. Views him as a wicked shadow manifest.
Views her as just another target of his boredom and a means to satisfy his everlasting need for chaos and terror. Relatively ignorant towards, unless picking on her would stir the pot or have some sort of personal gain for himself. Often mocks Sabbath for her friendly association with the doe, uses the fact as a way of belittling her and her supposed dark side.
Was introduced to Maddox through brief encounters, though lately has been spending more and more quality time with the hind. Feels a gentleness for, and pointedly takes the time to ensure her wellness. Comfortable in silence, and growing increasingly protective of her, she gives off the air of a despondent, tender individual. Loves and adores for always, and sees her as a strong, sisterly figure.
A new acquaintance, and though some of the distance between them has melted with quiet interaction and playful romping, still finds herself needing to familiarize herself with him a bit (hence her intermittent sniffing). A bit concerned if it came off wrong, but unsure if the reason for her worry is in her head or not.
Quiet fascination with not only her, but her companions as well. Enjoyed a short romp with them and accounted his first day back in the woods in a long period, a success based on their interaction. A friendly acquaintance and one he would seek out.
A presence for pleasantly quiet company just as much as one for camaraderie. Has found herself at the light doe's side on more than one occasion against those that would do them or their friends harm, or even just dozing together in the evening sun, and has not once regretted doing so. Finds her equally gentle and necessarily sharp, when the need arises, with a sound mind and it is in this that she feels a warm sense of kinship. Grateful that her life has lead her to Éasca and her partner, Maija, and would do most anything for either of them.
A companionship that is slowly becoming steadfast, a gentle force that Haze finds herself easily drawn to and finds herself able to relax fully in the doe's company. Holds an incredible amount of admiration for 'Thorn, views her to be anything but weak - a beacon of strength and friendship. Grateful to for many different occasions where the doe had put herself in harms way on behalf of Easca and others that were in need and so readily gives her trust to Thorn. Hopeful that their friendship will only strengthen and looks forward to getting to know her.
Found the tiny fawn alone and stumbling on one chance day. Did not expect to become so close with the blind young doe, and yet found herself seeking out and protecting her time and time again. Does not regret this (quite the opposite) and finds herself blooming with a certain type of reserved pride in knowing she has not only overcome clear obstacles (her own blindness, an attack set on her by an unknown beast) but continues to flourish and grow (her longer legs, her pluming feathers). Longs to keep guiding her into the future, and to watch her grow ever stronger. Loves the little bird unquestionably, and would do anything for her.
First mother! Adores her infinitely.