Description:

Given Name: Sairyn
Gender: Female
Age: "Young" Doe
Size: Average Deer
Diet: Mostly Herbivore
Birth Name: Half Circle
Reference: X X
In Game: In Autumn
Mate: none

Speciality: Wearing a white coat in winter

Specifics: Ruby Eyes, Pink Nose, usually wearing her hair in a braid, with only a few strands of hairs being loose, if at all.
Uses her hair as a weapon.

Update:

Winter is coming. Sairyn had a fur change, her coat is now all white.

Gift Art:

X Unfortunately I forgot by who.
X by Apeldille
XOzi111

My Art:

Sairyn

Screenshots:

In Depth:

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WIP! (Sorry for bad structure/contradictions and repetetive words, I am still figuering her story out.)

She is one of of the last five of her kind, a kind that already lived when the 'delicate white' still were the guardians of the forest.

She used to be a humble, reverential servant to that pure, undying soul, that was her mother, her sister and her child, all at the same time.

She would protect them with her life, though no protection was needed.

And in everyone, who laid eyes on these marvelous creatures, there would arise a spark, a shining white light, that would not die or wither until the end of their days.

Those were glorious days rife with quietude and harmony, full of warmth and hope, full of love and light.

Many decades would pass before Sairyn and and the likes of her noticed a subtle change.

It seemed as if the forest had gotten cooler. A little bit more quiet and a tad more fearful. The woods had grown, they had exspanded into the remotest angles, it was a walk of many many miles to reach their ends, only to find yourself at a new beginning.

The delicate white were still around, but they'd be seen less. At times it took many years to face one. Some of the youngest generation never had seen a unicorn. And some of them hadn't seen one in generations. But everyone knew they were around.

They could feel it.

They had the spark.

But it seemed as though with each generation the perception got less until it clandestinely disappeared.

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Sairyn was born and raised in the all surrounding presence of the delicate white. Her life along side those marvelous pure ones was warm and bright and rich.
They all lived like children, happy and ignorant. Not knowing and not doubting.
When the fading began Sairyn was still a young soul, not grown up yet not a child either.

Though the changes were subtle and happened slowly, they took something from her that she didn't know she had had, something had gone and left an emptiness in all of their hearts. Everyone felt it, noone knew what it was and what it meant.

Unconsciously each and every one of them started to look, for what they had lost. They tried to find it in their families, they tried to find it in their friends, they tried to find it in their beloved ones, they tried to find it in their hearts, but it wouldn't be found.

With every knew generation it seemed as if the tear in the hearts of the living was felt less strongly. Until one could think they didn't feel it at all. Yet their behaviour did change in a way that left no doubt about something inside them knowing the pain. Their minds were just unconscious of it.

It led to fights and riots and segregation. Living together now meant living with your kind. And with your kind only. New groups were formed, words were found to label beings and things that had no name before...that never had been before. There was a structure now, that gave everyone their place in the hierarchy. It was said to be useful and to be the way of life.

But those of them who had lived before this, knew it wasn't, despite it looking like it was the truth. The newer generations though seemed to believe in the 'new words' and in the new entity.
They couldn't feel the lack of warmth. They didn't know there had ever been 'more' warmth.

In all this new 'cold' that had emerged Sairyn was desperately trying to find what had left her so empty.
The spark inside of her and inside all of those that still had seen those bright times was a gift and a curse at the same time.
It was unique, it was warm and it was undying, but for Sairyn it was a constant pain.


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The Player

I feel like I should mention, that I am playing this game with my keyboard and my mouse, and for some unknown reason the keyboard but sometimes also the mouse, just don't react when I hit a button, especially when I hit them close after each other.
So my actions may be a bit slow or not come through at all. I hope it doesn't irritate too much.


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