A sort of...bio-ish thing? :S

Sparx' hooves were the only things making a noise that warm evening. His brilliant orange pelt shone under the burning light of the setting sun. The black stripes scattered against the fire-like orange looked like curling claws, reaching down to the underbelly. His antlers covered the area by his head, protecting it. They looked like two giant brown bat wings, poised, ready to take flight.
But Sparx was not here admiring the view, he was here because stories sparked his curiousity. A young stag called Shroud had told of a doe called Crafter, living in a secret place in the forest. She was saind to be the maker of Masks....and coffins.
The only hint Shroud had given to where she was, was this: " When you find the spot, you see: A sea of dark blue droplets, a jungle of twisting vines. Look not with your eyes for her, but with your mind. "
It was confusing for Sparx. How could a jungle be on a sea? he thought.

Sparx, stopped. And looked.
He saw and found a ring of huge, silver birch trees. The way they had grown made them look like guardians, were they protecting something? There seemed to be a dip in the ground , and slowly he moved to the edge of it.
He gasped and understood what Shroud meant.
Infront of him the dip was filled with blue flowers, like dark blue droplets hanging from each stem. Their roots and stems twisted together with bushes and twigs. It all seemed to form a carpet, and it was beautiful. The place looked almost like a bowl, the soil a reddish brown.

He had also heard this Crafter deer was dangerous.
With his heart thudding against his ribs he moved down the edge of the bowl, searching in the vines for movement. He could see nothing but vines. With his nose and hooves, he pushed flowers and bushes out the way , still finding nothing. He had covered the whole 'bowl' by now, and nothing was there. He felt utterly foolish. Was this just another fawn's fable?
Then he noticed a rock. He had not looked at it much before, but now he thought about it...his imagination made it look like a living deer....
It hit him then. This was it!
He began taking slow steps towards the sleeping deer, his breathing loud and nervous. The deer moved so he could see it properly, it stood to its feet and looked at Sparx.
Immediately he could sense it was a doe, but not any ordinary one.
She was about the size of a large stag. Her shoulders broad and muscles hidden beneath her untidy mound of black fur. Her pelt was a magpies pelt and across her face was strapped the skull of a deer. She seemed to study Sparx through the hole in her mask. She wasn't breathing, or so it looked.
Shiny black feathers stuck from the skull of her mask, they shimmered in the sunlight.
Sparx was the first to break the tension
" C-Crafter..? " He stuttered.
The deer spoke bodly, unafraid. Her voice seemed to echo into the forest, bouncing off the guardian trees, but at the same time it rang in his head, as if the voice was meant for him.
" Yes, I am Crafter. You must be Sparx... "
" Y-yes, I am... I just came to look, I d-didn't meant to trespass. "
" You're not tresspassing. I belong to the forest. This is not my land. I guess you have come for a mask, you seem in need of one. "
Her voice was a whisper, an echo all at once. Sparx could not resist.
" I h-have. I would like one please. "

Crafter snorted through her mask , sensing his fright. But without a word she turned and trotted over to a small rock, carved like a little platform with a dip in the middle.
With her hooves she scooped a mound of red earth from the ground onto the rock, and with her skull and her hooves she began to shape the earth , like clay, ocassionally looking up and studying Sparx' face. The mask too looked like a face now.
Then the most amazing thing happened, the flowers and vines reached out towards the mask and gave it the gift of nature and the joy of being on Earth.
The birds flew by and sang the mask a beautiful song, creating the sound of Sparx' deer call.
Crafter threw up her great head and took a piece of the sky and fed it to the mask, gifting it beauty. Then, she summoned the elements, the air, water, fire and Ice, With these she enchanted the mask and made it real.
As she performed this magic the mask became more colourful and soon it was finished.
Crafter hooked the mask on the end of her skull mask and walked over to Sparx.
As she pushed it closer to Sparx' face the mask curved it's self around until it fitted perfectly and sat on Sparx' face as if it were apart of him.
" Thank you! It's wonderful. " Sparx breathed.
Crafter gave a nod and then went and lay back down in the carpet of flowers and vines. The vines seemed to curl around her, making her look more like a rock.
Sparx, still stunned with the beauty of magic, turned and trotted away. He sang happily to himself, his call different.

When Crafter finally grows into a normaly deer, she will sit in the blue bowl all the time waiting for someone to come and ask for a mask. She will follow you and get you the mask you want, but not pelts or antlers, so her character is still the same in-forest.