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Ayalon

Call me Rudolph or Bambi one more time...

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zenia

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Name: Ayalon
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: I don’t…what? I mean I have no real clue, not human unless humans have DEER ANTLERS!
Appearance:look at the picture...I have deer ears, a deer tail and deer hooves as well.
Forms: n/a
Main Power:I can run fast and jump high?
Secondary Power: nope
Personality: I guess I am a bit rash, I AM NOT skitterish
Fears: guns, being eaten
Weakness:I am mortal last time I checked
Occupation: If you can find a job that will hire a guy with deer antlers tell me…don’t say hat rack.
Likes:tall wide doorways, open ground, forest
Dislikes:narrow short doorways, cramped areas, people asking me if I am Rudolph, or asking if my antlers are real…children pulling on my antlers
Equipment: clothing
Do you have living family members? If so who are they?: nope
Where are you from?: around
Brief Background: I don’t know you well enough to get into that..
Orientation: bi, male lean
Crush: none
Favorite Foods: venison, IT IS NOT CANNIBALISM!

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Ayalon was at the glen he had found listening to the birds and nature. A happy smile on his face as he scratched near his antlers, today was...a good day. Well mainly because he had been here and that meant no one had asked him about his antlers. Something he hated...especially the little kids asking and tugging on his antlers..or his little deer tail, which was covered by his jacket at the moment thank goodness.

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Ayalons' eyes shot open as he heard the voice. Great...he had thought he was alone...so much for a good day. He sat up and turned to face the scaly boy. Well that made him blink a bit. "Yeah it is a lovely day, one of those where you could just fall asleep in the grass with the sun bathing on ya." he agreed. "Or read a book." he remarked with a smile, deciding to be nice this time...after all he had not mentioned the antlers or asked about them. "What brings you here? Also what is your name?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly to the right, the leaf like charm hanging from his antler by what looking like fishing line brushing aginst his face as he swatted it out of the way.

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Ayalon smiled, "Don't let me keep you away from reading, I'd join you but I finished my last travel book yesterday and haven't had the chance to replace it." he explained. He nodded at his introduction, "Actor huh. I don't see many movies sooo probably haven't seen you in any." he commented to him as he saw Margots' tail swaying behind him, his blue eyes watching it for a bit before looking back at margot. "Hmm? Oh yeah sure, I don't own it after all." he remarked with a grin, "Eh? I am Ayalon. I...don't go by my last name." he explained as he caught a whiff of cinnamon and hazelnut. He himself smelled like plants and dirt from his trek through the forest. "Oh and before you ask, I don't have a job, not many people offering them...soooo Iguess you could classify me as a wanderer." he explained to him with a half smile.

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Ayalon grinned, "Afford it? Heh I live in forests and gather what I need ther...I am poor as all hell! But it is nice enough." he remarked as he flopped in the grass stretching his arms over his head with a stifled yawn as he glanced at the feet of Margot. "It is obvious, but hey long as you get out sometime and all." he explained as he closed his eyes. "Those feet must give you great ability of climbing." he remarked with a yawn. "Damn the sun is making me sleepy..." he muttered.

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Ayalon had indeed drifted off into a peaceful nap. He had after all been walking for most of the day a nap was just the thing to recharge the deer boy. His chest slowly rose and fell, seems he was having a peaceful dream of some sort, a soft snoring could be heard from him.

He felt something trace the antler velvet as a light frown formed on his face, swatting his hand at it as he turned to the side, surprisingly still napping as he rested his head in his hand.

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Ayalon was dead asleep as his shoes came off revealing his hoofed feet as he muttered something in his sleep...the word Bambi could be heard in distaste. Perhaps a nickname he hated? The breeze on his hooves felt nice though, he usually wore those shoes...he had meant to take them off when he reached the Glen, but honestly he had forgot.

His mind linked the lick to some small critter slithering on it, a snail or something as his head turned again at the suckling, yet still he did not wake up...though from the shadows of his hood...was that a deer ear?

As the pants were slipped off he almost woke up, his tail wiggling a bit...seemed he was a deep sleeper...or just really exhausted. Again his hoof was licked before they were in the mouth of the raptor boy, he felt the tickling at his ankles, grass prickling him? His ears flicked from under his hood as a look of discomfort crossed his face.

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Ayalon dimly felt like his cloven hooves were in a very damp place…like a cave or something. Feeling something warm and wet travel on his ankles a faint blush crossing on his face as he again turned his head to the side, his hood falling off to reveal he did in fact have deer ears, almost a light faun brown in fact with black tips that flicked as his calves were now in the mouth. His mind trying to process, logically what was going on…being eaten was not one of the logical answers however…perhaps he was too deeply asleep and dreaming he was in a warm cave? That seemed plausible…though he seemed like he was in a lighter sleep than before.

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Ayalon continued to sleep soundly as more of his legs were swallowed though his brain was now starting to tell him something was wrong. When the claw caressed his velvety soft ears they flicked as if to get rid of the annoying fly, he felt himself being sat up, something grabbing his thighs as his blue eyes slowly opened, his vision blurry. “What in the world is going on?” he muttered as his brain played catch up. Whish went something like this.

One: he was sitting up now, someone was holding his thighs very odd.
Two: he was no longer wearing his shoes…and his hooves were wet.
Three: his ears were out of their hoodie.
Four: His tail was exposed
Five: He wasn’t wearing any pants now, which exposed his tail.
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Six: He was being eaten.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD?!” he cried out as his eyes widened, he takes a nap for a moment and something was already trying to eat him. “What are you doing?! And where are my pants?” he asked the culprit, aka Margot. “And were you caressing my ears?” he inquired him.

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Ayalon saw the sheepish smile as he saw and felt him nod, knocking him off balance as he saw him wiggle his claws. Well that answered one question and then his pants question soon foolowed. He felt the space around his ankles grow more…roomy instead of the tightness from earlier.

He glanced at the words Margot wrote down with a quirk of an eyebrow as he felt Margots’ jaws around his thighs causing him to flinch, one of his greatest fears was to be eaten after all…so he was terrified to say the least.

Ayalon felt the tongue wedge between his legs causing a blush appear on his face as he looked at Margot. “A-are you kidd.ing me? I wake up and you are gulping me down like…like deer jerky.” He muttered, though it was obvious his conviction had…swayed slightly thanks to the tongue.

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Ayalon felt the finger on his lip causing a faint blush on his face. He felt the fingers through his hair, his head swaying as his doe like ear was stroked a weak spot for him. Ayalon bit his lip as he felt the parting lick. Not really noticing that half of him was now in his throat, well until he looked at Margot’s skin clearly seeing his legs inside of him…like a vivid dream turning into a nightmare…yet was still strangely in dream territory.

He heard the scratching as he saw the words. “P-playing? You are eating me! I mean I don’t…think I could live if you eat me, and I’d rather live for a while longer, again I am not food I am a person, not food…at least not to most.” He said a bit of fear in his voice.

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Ayalon felt his skin buzzing at the chuckle around his hips causing his ears to flick a bit. His eyes widened as his shirt and hoodie was removed, his hands moving to cover himself. “H-Hey! Don’t go around taking off my clothing without asking.” He commented as he saw the writing, “Talents? What talents?!” he asked, figuring he meant the talent of eating people whole.

A shudder ran through him as he felt his ears being played with. “S-stop that.” He complained weakly. Ayalon felt the teeth now resting at his belly, okay this was getting a little out of hand now. “I was napping right next to you though, wasn’t that close enough?” he asked, trying to hide his blush at being called cutie…that was something he was not used too. He was used to people calling him Bambi or Rudolph.

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Ayalon blinked at that, “Hven’t ya heard of hugging?! Probably wouldn’t have minded being hugged in my nap so much as waking up pantless.” h protested as he was lifted up up off the ground, seeing him tilt his head up as he started to be sucked in, his legs and rump in his stomach as he started to squirm a bit a look of fear in his eyes. He felt his hands on his cheeks as he stared at him with his bright blue eyes. “Professional what?!” he whispered. He really did not wanna be eaten…he placed his hands on Margots’ shoulders to stop the descent. “Look I don’t wanna die, I-if you can promise me that this won’t kill me than…I-I mean I hate the idea of being eaten!It is a fear of mine…but if this can help me in some way get over my fear and let me live then…gah I don’t know.” He rambled to him feeling the throat muscle clamp onto him.

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Ayalon glanced at the words as he felt him bite down lightly on his shoulders causing him to flinch as his arms went over his head. He felt the tongue lick his face causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. His heart was pounding as he saw the red and pink in Margot. Ayalon felt himself being pushed against it as he gulped, ironically at the same moment Margot gulped him down into his throat. He felt a bit claustrophobic. He couldn’t see a damn thing as he heard the straining noise of the muscles trying to pull him in.

He squirmed inside of Margot as he tried to move his arms a bit. He wanted to get out of here! He just hoped Margot was right and he’d let him out safe and sound…if not well he may have to resort to kicking with his hooved feet.

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Ayalon let out a scream as he was sent downward hearing the ribs and the banging thud of Margots’ heart as his fingers were swallowed. He was forced into a fetal position in the stomach, which is where he probably would be in if he had a choice. His ears flicking as his body shook. He did not know if he was upside down or rightside up, hell he could be sideways for all he knew! He felt the air hit his face as he took a panicked breath then remembering…well he needed to make it last…he had no idea how long he was gonna be in here after all.

He felt his surroundings shift as he felt something rub the gut. He heard the rumbling voice as he heard him say make himself comfy. “H-Hey! If I was not allowed to enjoy a nap you aren’t either stay awake!” he snapped at him, though he was not sure if he could be heard at all.

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Ayalon felt himself being poked, “Well forgive me, but this is my first time being in someones stomach…” he muttered, “Maybe next time I will be more willing.” He commented a bit drily. He felt the air hit his face as he tried to steady his breathing. Feeling the belly being patted as the surroundings moved as Margot formed his raptor ball.

“I wouldn’t-okay yeah I probably would run.” He admitted as he sighed trying to get comfy. “…fine fine.” He said in defeat, it wasn’t like he could get out, and he couldn’t kick in this form as he rested his head on his knees trying to take a nap in this warm place….surprisingly it….wasn’t that uncomfortable as he closed his eyes.

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Ayalon nodded feeling tired, “…okay.” He muttered as he heard the chuckle. He wondered what he’d get if he allowed him to be eaten again. He soon only heard the sound of Margot sleeping. He knew he should be angry at this…but he was…well really, really tired. He let out a soft yawn as his arms wrapped around his knees, his ears flicking as he started to surprisingly drift off into sleep. He had…an interesting day here…from walking to the glen, to meeting the scaly boy to being eating by said scaly boy. Soon a soft snore could be heard coming from Ayalon, as he went to sleep.

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Ayalon woke up, warm and damp...though he wasn't sure where he was at the moment...and then he remembered. He had gotten eaten by Margot and was still in his stomach. He was glad he was still alive, very glad for that, but he wanted out! "Hey Margot can ya let me out now?!" he cried out hearing and feeling the vibration of Margots' snore. A frown crossed the deer boys face as he managed to wriggle an arm free as he began to rap on the stomach lining of Margot to wake him up.

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Ayalon let out a little surprised cry as he was suddenly pulled up right, feeling something trail on him, well more against the stomach. “Yeah I really want out of the stomach now, I am glad I am not dead but I kinda like the sun and being able to oh I don’t know…move around.” He stated as he felt himself being lurched again before bouncing, figuring Margot was moving or roughly patting the stomach. “No! Please don’t finish me off.” Ayalon cried out as the slish sloshing noise hit his ears that were now alert. “I won’t run I promise, just lemme out of here, I swear I won’t run.” He proclaimed. “And why do you keep saying I am cute?” he asked, it had been nagging him a bit, he wasn’t used to being called that, plus it would distract him from the fact he was in his stomach for a bit.

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Ayalon groaned at the joke feeling himself jiggling…an experience he really didn’t expect to feel in a stomach. “All right?” he said as he did as he was told as he felt himself being pushed up as he heard the grumble. “I probably would too.” He agreed to the grumble. He felt himself going up and up feeling Margot choke as he was halfway there. “please don’t choke…” he thought to himself as he soon found himself sticky, soaked and let’s not forget in the buff on the ground gasping for air. He was really debating on bolting…but when he saw Margot trembling and having to use the tree to stay up right he sighed and offered him a hand. “Here need help?” he asked as he looked at himself, “I will need a lake…” he muttered softly as he shook his hooves dry a bit, he hated when his hooves got wet.

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Ayalon pulled his hand back as he saw him spit up blood, tilting his head slightly at that, “Harder coming up than going down I guess.” He remarked as he heard him mention a stream, “Stream will work just as well.” He commented watching him break off a branch of a tree and used it as a walking stick, his own steps were a bit wobbly but that was because he had been in that position for so long they cramped up. He couldn’t help but glance at Margots’ tail as it swished and helped him keep balance his own soft tuft of a tail was…well sticky.

Ayalon saw the stream as he sighed in relief and wade in splashing water on himself, trying to ignore the fact that Margot was watching him. Though it wasn’t like Margot hadn’t already seen him naked. “You feeling any better?” he asked Margot.

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Ayalon blinked as he saw him catch a fish before downing it. “Well…that is good, hey can you teach me how to do that?!” he asked him as he got his antlers cleaned, “Contrary to some peoples belief, I am not a vegetarian.” He explained as he nodded, “Yeah I am feeling better…just don’t like being in cramped place.” He muttered, “though…it wasn’t as bad as I thought, I thought there would be a lot more pain and teeth and all that.” He explained to him as he got out and reached for his clothing.

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Ayalon nodded, “I am willing to be practice and I can be patient.” He remarked with a smile as he put on his pants leaving his shirt and shoes off. He liked his hooves being free, but he usually kept them hidden cause people tended to freak out with his hooves…same with his ears or ask inane question…mainly kids.

“Nope not a predator…well I have hunted before deers and rabbits, but not a born predator.” He explained. “If you warn me ahead of time instead of me waking up pantless…well then I wouldn’t mind as much…might even help me get over my fear.” He explained to him as he flopped on the grass just letting himself dry out, his tail wiggling a bit as he side, “Ya got a knife I need to cut a hole in my pants to let my tail free I hate my tail being wet…”

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Ayalon nodded, “Why not? Well sides the being eaten part you seem like a nice guy.” He commented as he stretched his arms over his head, “And the fact you didn’t call me Bambi is a bonus.” He remarked with a yawn as he looked at the killer claw, “Y-yeah….I wouldn’t want to be stabbed in the ass with a claw.” He remarked as he stayed still as he felt the cloth being cut, his deer tail poking out of his jeans as he grinned, “Much better!” he proclaimed with a grin. “Yeah, besides the whole being eaten part it has been nice…better than most days.” He remarked as he scratched near his antler, batting the leaf charm away from his face.

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Ayalon blinked as the charm was flicked, “It is silly,” he remarked with a slight smile. “some kid gave it to me for good luck, he tied it on and I just didn’t take it off, sides it is a bit useful I can tell how strong the wind is with it.” He explained to him as he listened to the brook, “So you are a freelance actor right? How is that job?” he asked as he rested his hands behind his head.

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Ayalon listened to him, “Nice!” he remarked with a grin, “My place at the moment is well here I guess…nice enough place as any.” He remarked. “That is wrong if they only cast humans! Well the world can go fuck itself, I mean I am sure you’d be great at it…though I guess I’d need to see your movies to be any sort of judge.” He remarked as plucked a dandelion puff blowing he seeds off. “Course to do that I’d need a TV and a job!” he stated with a laugh, “I mean I am willing to do almost any type of job…just gotta be given the chance.”