As much as Myu would like to tell him her story, unfortunately, she cannot. She has no memories of her past; she can only remember waking up inside the Endless Forest.

However, especially recently, she's been having recurring dreams of sleeping in a field of purple flowers while someone is lying next to her, singing.

A part of her wishes to unlock the truth, but the other half is afraid of what could be revealed.

The Endless Forest is all she knows, all she remembers.

Your deer seems like an interesting character. A gentleman, I must say. Myu probably saw him today while she was playing with the nameless fawn, but she's a little scatterbrained, and probably can't remember what he looked like. Was he perhaps the stag that followed her and the nameless fawn a little ways outside of the fog?

...Hmmm...perhaps you are right. Perhaps it's nothing at all. And yet, this feeling eats at me...telling me, "Do not come here." I pray that I can survive whatever I discover; I thank you for your wisdom, kind one.

As soon as you said, "A fawn with a picto," I thought, "It HAD to be Myu," because she was the only one really playing with that nameless fawn (I think she kinda liked them, to be honest).

True, there were about 4 or 5 of us fawns there, but like I said, Myu was really the one playing with the nameless one.

Does he prefer red flowers, or purple flowers? Myu probably wouldn't mind gifting him; he seems to have inspired her in some way; perhaps he is one of the keys to her memory?

Well, I'm glad I was able to ID someone too~! ^^

"I'm not a wise deer, though some say so...Sometimes I wish for a chance like this. I wish I could be taken as someone, something else. I wish others would understand what I know, not how old I am.
Perhaps I'm jsut taken that way for the ways I acted when my mother died. But I don't believe that should change how people think of me, I was a young fawn...Now I am a full doe. I wish others would acknolage what I know...but you can't get everything you want anymore can you? The world can be torn apart and I will still stand to fight wihtout voilence, I wish to forfill my mothers dream of a sane peaceful world...I cannot let myself put her down. It will make her rest properly...

~Shem

Meh, she's not quite she what she was to do...

"So tell me how does it feel to be the enemy?"

If you saw Melinoe when she was trying to get her antlers, she was OOC at the time. I was using a set that has the crying mask underneath, which I wanted to try on her (although I ended up getting the skull mask, too, just to see how it would look), but it didn't have the right antlers. So I had to get someone to cast them on her. And I was having trouble finding someone that understood what I wanted. x.x;

"I suppose there is no harm in giving you my name. It is Melinoe. That is all I will tell you...but if you are smart, perhaps you can figure out more from that alone..."

should I add stuff for my other characters?

~Paz
main deer: Amary, Melinoe, Sheen

Paz:
*hums and shifty-eyes* ;o
Please do.

"Greetings, Melinoe. Perhaps I shall learn more in time; I would be quite interested in the story of one such as yourself. I do fear that I am not the most perceptive of deer, however."

Baal-human:
"Ah, pardon. I do try to keep my manners under control, yet I fear that they occasionally leap away from me as a wild horse would." He half-smiles, looking rather annoyed but hiding it well. After all...emotions were his to control. "I wish to know whatever you should wish to tell me, though that of your birth seems especially intriguing. I will listen to as many as you are willing to tell." The strained smile crossed his face, a strange look in his eyes. Perhaps...that saying was a bit true. If only it was not...
Curiosity killed the cat...

He grins widely at the deer in front of him, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking, almost as if he was absorbing the stories.
"Ah, but you do indeed have a story! Each and every deer has one, filled with many more interesting details than they might think. As for living in a different place? I believe it is indeed possible. I, too, have memories of another life. Perhaps they are dreams as you say, or perhaps not, though to me they seem real. You may think that you do not have much to say, yet every detail is a part of a larger act.
"Ah, how I love a good mystery! There seem to be many in these parts; I do wonder about that. I hope that you shall learn more of your past, for it seems quite rich and rather exciting. A mighty act, I say! I thank you, too, for your wisdom; to cherish others is a beautiful thing. To love? Even brighter, a driving force, one might say. I hope that your story shall unfold in the most interesting way possible!
"Do not mind that you do not know me; I did not know you either until you came to me. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Might I know your name?
You do not have a story? Balderdash! Of course you have a tale to tell. Perhaps it will unfold over time as well. Should you ever wish to tell me, I will be eager to listen." He rolls onto his side, legs splayed out to the side, and closes his eyes in the sunlight. How beautiful each tale combined to make one great, continuous act.

(Paragraph 1= Amary, 2=Sheen, 3+4= Hope. ^^)

"Another day goes by, and another meal gets away... Oh well~, it's only the second day. I'm sure I'll get someone to come in far enough...

I can't say I have any interesting stories for you. My past is the basic kind of story you can get. Birthed, roamed, and found a home. Hehe~. Albeit, I guess it's a different kind of past that you are use to, but to me, it's very very basic. You see, I live in the present. What happened yesterday means nothing to me, for I can't change anything about it. I rather like to take control of the situation, so living in the today instead of the yesterday is right up my alley.

I don't live as you do, you see. That is all I'll say on the matter. My instincts are different, my hunger is different, my domain is different... But all I am is a little silver doe, am I not~? Of course I am. It's what you see, isn't it? Therefore I am what your eyes deceive you of.

Heh heh heh~! Perhaps later I'll find a good story for you. My mother Loreley has all kinds, but she likes to keep them a big secret. You would have to look far deeper than this to find it, but I doubt you'll like what is there. There's a reason no one asks for the knowledge of Deep. Drowning is always a factor. <3"

(I've gotta get into this one actually x3 Come on, you know you thirst for Nightmare's tale >D)

A sharp eruption of smoke seemed to bellow from the beast that was sharing his presence to those around. Listening to them speaking their tales so openly... so willingly. Nightmare was never the beast to speak of such things, but with a body broken and bleeding his life away he'd might as well open up to this creature before him. A sharp snarl, eyes a blaze as he approached the one who wished to seek this knowledge, he knew many would back down and rush away from the bellowing flame of black smoke that came from him. But today, it would not affect anyone in it's devilish manner.

A wisp of smoke trailed up to grace this knowledge craving deer a simple smell. The concoction would smell vile, as though rotten eggs were mixed with a skunk's perfume. But there was no disgusting, vile effect from it. His body dripping with black liquid, blood... yes, blood... so much of it. Amazing how this beast was still alive. Amazing that he was standing, that he was WALKING for that matter. Slowly though, the beast moved... starting to stalk his way around whatever it was he was about to tell his tale to. Eyes fixed on the others, his size and leeth form like that of a cat or wolf stalking it's prey. Intimidating yes, scary oh gods yes... soon... the eruption of that devastating roar erupted from deep within this beasts throat. Black crimson spilling between fangs and flaring out to splatter on the ground before he came to a rest in front of the other once again. Standing still, allowing his body the time to rest, allowing for it the time to relax and not convulse.

"A writhing swarming mass of the mind is what I was, I wasn't born into this world like a babe from it's mothers womb. I was the creation of the mind, a tormented mind that suffered through a disgusting illness alone. His mind writhed and squirmed with me inside, creating me... forming me and giving me shape." A sharp laugh erupted from the creature as he smirked, black liquid dripping from his mouth, his voice as insane as the laugh that came from him. "Walked around he did, ran when he was chased from his tree home... collapsing in the midst of a terrible storm and left to die. Yes, but he was saved... by the only two he could ever call a friend. Illness and infection tormented his mind and soon the God of Death came to bless him... no, came to bless me... the beast within."

(LONG POST IS EPIC LONG!)

(XD OH SNAP! Is right I think Hehehehehe X3)



(* He being BZD, but Nightmare's not going to die. Oh no, he will never die

................... and now I'm crying... DAMN IT!)

((HOLY MOLY. *gets to writing*
@Toxic: *patpat* D:
@Lemon: Of course! This is open for anyone/everyone.))

Toxic:
The stag continues to listen to the nightmarish creature's tale. As he finishes, the stag closes his eyes, letting it sink in. When he opens his eyes again, his voice comes out soft, nothing like the booming tone it normally holds. "You have indeed suffered much. I cannot compare; I can but compare stories I have heard, tales I have woven. Yet nothing can quite compare to a love driven mad." He closes his eyes once more. "Your loss has been great; yet, here you stand. Your mortal emotions show that you are more than what you were destined for. Yet, with mortal emotions comes pain, as you have so unfortunately learned. I mourn for the stolen beauty of her. I cannot imagine the pain that she must have gone through to be driven to such extremes." His ears flick back and he opens his eyes, gazing at the ground. "Why do we lose what we love? Perhaps because loss is a piece of us. All tales have loss, every story tragedy. Yet, every story also has joy. May yours also find joy." Though he was frightened of the creature, his curiosity could not be contained. After all, they were all but players upon the stag. "Thank you for your tale...It is one of inspiring and moving tragedy."

Lemon:
A kind smile graces the stag's face as the doe finishes. "Put me to sleep? I fear you could not. Your tale, too, has such beauty in't." His green eyes light up. "Yours is a tale of great courage, whether or not you believe so. To reach out to others, even a select few, without any experience, without a guiding hand, takes such. You are correct- your life has not been easy. But I see the beauty within it as well."
"Love, no matter how childish or based upon what, is a gift and something beautiful. I rejoice in that you have experienced it; I feel the sorrow at its end. I mourn, too, for your daughter and wish only for her happiness, wherever she may be." Still the stag remains smiling, almost paternally. "You are not tattered; you are more whole than you may believe. You are brave for coming forth to tell me of your story. I admire your resilience and I wish only joy for you. May you find love once again." He dips his head. "You are welcome to sit with me any time, though I fear I am not the best company." He chuckles softly, though it still comes out rather booming.

Shimmy:
(Oh lord. Wasn't quite prepared for this. |D)
The stag grins. "A magician, hm? You must have much talent, and an interesting story, should you ever feel the wish to tell it. Yet, I understand. Keeping the magic is, perhaps, in both of our professions? Indeed, I was an actor, and still like to believe that I am." He chuckles softly, less booming this time. "A liar, you call me? True, though I had never thought of it. I prefer to believe that I am...a magician of a much homelier kind. As for my story, I fear that its details are...quite dull." He settles down, blinking at the odd deer before him.
"I was born in a little country home, to a quaint little family. It was peaceful there, and quite beautiful. I suppose that's where I picked up my quaint nature. I had one sister, a beautiful child named Liria. Like music, I always though her name sounded.
You may wonder whether I was always such a dramatic one. I can say that I was. I often put on little performances for the haystacks in the barn, and I enjoyed telling stories to my family. However, that did not last.
In the seventh year of my childhood, my father was struck by an illness which I do not know the name of. As he became weaker and weaker, we became poorer and poorer. By my eighth year, he was dead.
My mother, put in the position of either letting her children starve or marrying quickly to one she might not love, chose to marry. I did not understand at the time, but I see now what she was forced to do.
He..." Pain crosses the stag's face, bitterness etched there for but a moment.
"I cannot say what he did to us all, to Liria, to my mother, to me. All that I will say is that I left because of that-...hm. It was a selfish act indeed, to leave behind my mother and my sister. I regret it to this very day.
I wandered for a long, long time, looking for somewhere to stay. I did not find it for many years, but when I did, it forever set my course.
In one town of which I do not remember the name of, I found myself begging. It was...one of the worst yet simplest times of my life. I slept where I wished, ate what I could find. I lived off of the generosity of others. I found that I was no longer passionate, no longer seeing the beauty in the world. I suppose you could say I was nearly a lost soul.
However, when they came to town, I remembered. I saw they multicolored cloth that covered everything- themselves, their tents, their wagon. I saw the horses that pulled their carts, stocky and well-built, yet beautiful creatures in such soft shades. I heard their laughter as they passed, saw the grace in their movement. I heard the coin drop into my cup as one passed and looked up.
For a moment, our eyes met. Hers were a soft brown, mine a dark green. I caught the pity in her eyes, softening them, but something else as well, a spark of something. However, she was gone much too quickly for me to realize.
For the first time in months, I stood. I watched them retreat into the distance, multicolored birds in the twilight. It was then that I remembered, truly. My passion came back, and I saw the colors of the world. I remembered my love of performing.
I washed up as best I could and walked in the direction I believed them to have gone. I was correct, and found them soon.
They watched me, but their eyes were warm.
'Can we help you?', one had asked.
I nodded, nervous. 'I...can perform.'
'Then let us see.'
So I told them a story, one of knights and ladies, of evil doers and shining knights. They asked for another, and another after that. Late into the night, I was still telling stories, surrounded by a group of all the gypsies in the camp. As I finished, they applauded. One gave me flowers. That was my first praise from such a large group. I still remember that night, imprinted in my mind. It shines golden." The stag is smiling blissfully, eyes closed, as if soaking up the glow of that night.
"They needed say nothing. I was accepted into their family, given my own multicolored clothes. We traveled to places I had not seen, nor dreamed of. In contrast, this was the richest time of my life, filled with joy and passion.
Yet, I never forgot my sister and mother. I always wondered about them, but I never did see them again...
Instead, I once again found the girl with the soft brown eyes. She, too, was an actor. We often worked alongside each other. And slowly, surely, we fell in love. We were married, husband and wife. She was beautiful in so very many ways...
" True pain crosses the stag's face. He closes his eyes in a wince, breathing shallowly, slowly regaining his composure. "She was not what she seemed. She...Something within her was broken, broken beyond repair. She kept it out of reach of even me...until that time, so long ago..."
"You know, sometimes I wonder why I joined."
"It doesn't matter, not now. She is not worth your time, my love. I am here, and I love you."
"But the things she said-!"
"-were untrue. She is a liar, dear. Not one of us thinks ill of you."
"...Okay. Alright. I'll just forget about it."

But she didn't. They didn't. All the others began to look at her strangely, began to avoid her. I tried to comfort her, and she seemed fine...She was not. It had eaten away at her soul, her very mind.
One night, she...broke.
"Never again! God, you-you-I wish you'd all just-die!"
She sobbed and ran off, only to return calmly a few hours later.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you guys. Really."
And they had forgiven her. I had forgiven her. We had gone to sleep.
And we awoke to flames. Or rather, I awoke. I stumbled from the tent, looking disheveled, frightened. She stood there, watching, raven-hair fluttering in the wind.
"They won't live. Leave now...Or I'll make sure you join them."
She turned away, arms and head raised to the heavens, laughing with wild abandon. I ran from her. I escaped with my life, never looking back.
So I wandered for many more years. I stumbled upon this place in my wanderings. Upon entering, I was transformed. I did not doubt it; I only accepted it.
And I waited. I waited for years, dull, a shell. I was nothing.
Perhaps it was one day, perhaps it was many. Perhaps it was seeing a bird building their nest; perhaps it was that spring. Perhaps it was one fawn.
But my passion came back. I left the past behind; I began to live again. Now? I am here. And I have vowed to live a good life."
The stag nods his head, shaking off his solemn mood.
"Now, my good sir, I leave it to you to decide your verdict upon my tale. I fear it is but humble. I thank you for questioning me; it is good to remember one's past." The lucid green eyes take in the details of the other in front of him, awaiting his reaction. He smiles softly, causing little wrinkles to form under his eyes.
((Whew! xD))

Trigger:
((I got some really cool visual images of Taz from that; I remember reading some of it before. Good luck to you!))
The stag quietly listens to the story, a grin wide enough that it looked like it might split his face. When the other finishes, he shouts out, "An adventure story! My favorite, by far!" He looks shocked at the booming of his voice and lowers his head modestly. "Your story is enrapturing. You, too, have gone through much, and yet have much left to go through. I am glad that you have found your father, and I wish only for happiness between you both." He ducks his head, grinning abashedly."Might I...see your wings? I am quite curious."

The stag stands, admiring the feathers in the light. "How beautiful!" He nudges one with a hoof, turning it slightly. "Flight must be so...captivating."

He takes the feather and turns it over with his hoof. "I thank you, so very much. May your flights always be peaceful...I look forward to this forest becoming your home. Welcome, then, friend."

The stag grins. "No, I cannot say that I am, for your cordial personality doe not offend. It is a nice change to see such varied creatures!"

"Oh, there is not much of a 'winter' here. It is quite an idyllic forest. I do not get too cold, however, because I also have fur, short though it may be." He smiles and sits again.

"I dearly hope so! I can not say that I know much about being a deer. Ah well." The actor lays his head down. "I fear I need rest, however. My bones cry for it. Perhaps I shall see you about?"

"I suppose..if it is a story you wish I could have one to tell..."

The large stag slowly slunk from the shadows, his pelt giving off the strong aroma of rotted flesh to announce his presence before the reveal. He was a large stag whose eyes seemed permanently stained with blood and antlers reaching proudly towards the heavens. He kept his eyes cast towards the ground and any sudden sound would cause a tremor of panic throughout his whole body.

“Y-you see my name is Basil..but the others of the forest call me The N-Nameless one. I c-could share a story if you wish. I have so many to tell lately and so few friends to share them with.”

He kept his shoulders low and tried not to face the other deer in the clearing. Don’t stand out from the crowd. Don’t lower your antlers to another. Don’t fight females..how many of these rules had he broken in the past few days?

(Yes this would be him. I've really been nervous about bringing him out but Alec finally bribed me with pie. Soooo...here we are? But Picto is ALWAYS jolly, so that's nothing weird. )

He carefully approached this 'actor' and knelt down with some difficulty. The many fights of the day had worn him down but he had the vague indication that it had hurt the others far worse.
"W-well my name is Basil a-and I'm dead. "

He didn't even know where to start. His life? His death? He could feel his throat swelling up. He had so many things to say but he could not form the words.
"I-I don't really know where I should start. Today? The previous days? The past?"

He stared imploringly towards his new companion for some direction. He never was good at thinking for himself...

(A note for any readers: It's really unlikely you'll see Basil's story outside of role-play interactions and here say from other deer. I don't feel it fits him to have a big ol' bio that just tells all about him and ruins the mystery/fun of "the nameless one" (sorry that's such a cool name. I really can't get enough of it. ^^; Hes going to have a role-play blog up soon though.

Oh and its NOTHING personal against anyone else from me personally. I 100% guarantee that ALL of you but Alec's deer were chosen at random because you did a certain behavior around him that set him off. I -really- hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the butt. )

(Noope it wasn't the head tilt or the spell cast. You did something else. )

He crossed his forelegs and meekly met the gaze of the actor.

"W-well..U-um..I lived in the forest a long time ago a-and..um..sorry..I can't really remember so I'll start with what I do know. There was a bright light, I woke up, and then I heard this loud wail that hurt so bad it dropped me to my knees. It was like it was in my head and it would. not. stop. Even if I slammed my head against trees it wouldn't stop. So...I did that for a while and then tried to dunk my head in the pond. Aaaand it went away for a while. It kept coming back until I met a pretty doe who made it stop for me. Buuut then it started again when she left so I needed to get her again. and...I could not have her."

His head slowly sank down into his legs until his voice was only a muffled hiss. He was not a good communicator by any means necessary. So vague...so stupid! He wasn't born with a pretty wagging tongue like the other stags. It's probably why they didn't like him.

(thanks. Alec actually named him that. I didn't find out till I read that story cuz wrote for Furfur and hugged the daylights out of him. It kinda just stuck )

He jumped to his feet and started to laugh, it coming out as a strangled hiss as more red tears flowed from his empty sockets.
"F-find? F-find? SHE IS DEAD TO ME! Dead! Dead! Deaddeadeadead Gone. He took her from me. I know he did. I saw it, I did! He did it and he pretends like it never ever ever happened but I was there."
At the last syllable he ceased his laughing and leaned forward into his companions face, giving a long drawn out hiss before sitting down like nothing had happened.

"I..what? Where was I? Oh yes..the doe. She had a lover. They matched. How sick is that? Oh they were both so proud with their fancy pants butterfly pelts and him with his big antlers. It. was. so. gross. He didn't deserve her. She never wore a butterfly pelt around ME. I bet he made her do it."

(Hes er..ha ha..wow. Fun to write for that's for sure. )

He flattened his ears to his head and snorted loudly.
"I know. You're mortal you lucky bastard. I'm taking care of it though. I know him. I saw him again. He looked different but I could smell her on him even now! Who knew perfume lasted so long. I'll stop him from doing that to any other does and protect them all. I'm going to make su-"
He slowly got to his feet again and cocked his head to the side, listening to the sounds of the forest. It was getting louder. He made a hasty bow and retreated from the story teller. He would return, but for now there was evil once again in the forest.

Her fiery gaze seemed to come so sudden. The doe walking along in her fiery glory. Her body was something to behold, for she towered over the normal doe in this interesting forest. Black, as dark as a raven's feather... even darker still, the color of her scales that covered her body. She looked to him, eyes lighting up with the flames that dwelled within her body. Slowly she approached, grass igniting in a flame as she walked. Many would ask why this would happen? One good look would explain why it was to be. Why things were heated around her, why such things would catch aflame.

When one would look upon her body they would see cracks and tears in the scales, 'bolt' like objects spilling with a disgusting redish-orange liquid that was thicker than any blood seen in the forest or on the forest's floor. Most would think it was her blood, flowing endlessly from her body... but they were wrong. In fact, this substance was nothing more than Lava or Magma. Her internal body seemed to be made of it and it flowed from every crack in her scales. Slowly her head came up high, eyes looking to the stag as she hovered where she was. A bit of that red liquid dripping from the edges of her mouth before she chuckled deeply.

"You must be the lovely stag I've heard of that wishes to hear the tales of the many deer of this forest. Needless to say, mine is a mystery to all... including yourself but I shall deem you worthy to hear some minor parts of it." She takes a graceful bow, lava spilling forth as she did so before she lifted her head "You shall not get my name, nor see it for awhile. For in reality, I am a simple fawn until the beginning of next month. That is when all shall learn about my existence in the forest. But that is a different story..." A chuckle as her long tail swayed behind her, the entire bottom of it coursing with lava that was dripping to the forest floor.

"I came to the forest through an eruption... my body was buried deep under this forests floor for years. I laid in a deep slumber, seeming to be in an endless dream before something up here awoke me. In my fury, my body crashed up through the forests thin layer of protection and I burst forth into existence in a rage really. Rage because I was but a shell of my former self... a fawn... a sickly little fawn is what I was and it did little justice to my glory." The doe simply chuckled again, it almost seemed mad to any ear that heard it but she didn't look so deranged or insane as others do. "My awakening is one of many to come, and when I am restored finally... as an adult all will quake at my presence."

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(Not much about her since for the most part I want to keep her a mystery until December 4th, when she's an Adult.)

((O.O Yay, I can write more!
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The stag opens his eyes and stands, executing a polite bow, eying the strange doe in front of him. "Welcome. You have indeed heard correctly; that deer is myself. I am honored that you come to me with your tale; I must say that I am quite intrigued." He watches the lava as it drips slowly, almost in awe. This forest was full of interesting deer! "That is quite a birth! Mine was rather...simpler than that, or so I hear. I welcome you to this forest." He smiles, still curious.

Any time.

"I only hope so. Ah, wings. I know not much of lava or magma, though I would enjoy sitting beside you. I will seek you out, friend." He smiles, dipping his head. He gazes at her with dark green eyes for a moment, before sitting again.