Ancestry -[Darkweaver]- Legacy

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This Bio needs some updating. @_@
Like holy crap this is so out of date.

DISCORD: Zergarikiaka#5671


Forest Presence: Temporarily in Forest
Connection: Connected.
Mental: 100%
Physical: 95%
Mood: Content
Currently: Out with Laghodessa, crafting dandilion wine.
Recently: Took a walk, took a rest at the ruins. Thought about sitting by Laghodessa's old gravesite but felt it redundant when she lives again. Contemplating a hunt. Finally met one of his grandsons, Zag.

Previously: Starting a "Tik-Tock?" page with Laghodessa and the childrens and grandchildrens. Usually getting dragged in when not paying attention or getting asked if something is edible. IT'S EDIBLE. (*Eats plate.*)


Saying: "How tf long was that nap?"
Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5yFcdPAGv0&list=RDE5yFcdPAGv0&start_radio=1

Prior Events: .....? Existing? Probably? *Squints*


Status Notice: n/a

Thinking: Not sure how this stuff is going to taste, but it's worth a shot.


by RebeccaH

Earned Name: Darkweaver
Birth Name: Orion
Nicknames: Dark, Beast, Demon, Father, Grandfather, Senior Six Eyes, Mr. Crazy Train, Mista Weaver.

Titles: "The Cursed Demon", "The Gravekeeper"
Breed: (Demon) Irish Elk
Size: See here
Age: Ancient beyond reason.
Current Theme: Subject to Change
Combat Theme: Subject to Change
Font: Crimson text.

Set: Skull Mask, Fan Antlers, DotD Pelt
-Alternate Set #1: Fawn <- "Orion"
-Alternate Set #2: Skull Mask, DotD pelt, Zombie Antlers <- "The Cursed"

Scent: "That old deer smell"/ Rusted metal and decayed flesh / Somewhat earthy regardless of the metal chains, almost like freshly turned soil and torn vegetation. Almost a fresh scent once past the less pleasant smells of age.
Native Scent: Cedar and damp soil.
Voice: "I believe in my future-"

S.O.: Straight
Crush: None

Mate:Laghodessa

Offspring:
- Archelius (First Born)
- Adrastos (Second born)
- Laoise (Third born)
- Loki (Fourth born)
- Arien (Fifth Born)
- Cearul (Sixth Born)
- Idaine (Seventh Born)


Descendants

- Sawyer (Grandson)
- Tegan (Granddaughter)
- Chruthú (Granddaughter)
- Unborn TBN (Grandchilde)
- Unborn TBN (Grandchilde)
- Unborn TBN (Granddaughter)
- Zagreus (Grandson) (Unmet)
- Tartarus (Grandson) (Unmet)
- Dullahan (Grandson) (Unmet)
- Alys (Granddaughter) (unmet)
- Teras (Grandson) (Unmet)
- Rigel (Grandson)

Adoptions:
- Cydae (Daughter by adoption)

Unofficial Adoptions:
- Amary (Like a daughter)
- Bastilion (Like a son)

Relations



- Aegle (Friend/Missing)
- Amary (Recently reborn friend)
- Archelius (Son)
- Apparanza (Good Friend/Missing?)
- Bastilion (Best Friend/Like a son)
- Burrow (Good Friend/Ally/Deceased)
- Baal (Friend/Ally)
- Chuthru (Grand daughter)
- Clavier (Aquaintance)
- Cloud (Acquaintance. Potential friend.)
- Cydae (Adoptive Daughter.)
- Darcy (Respected)
- Dmitri (Met briefly)
- Esll (Battled in a 3 on 1 moment. No opinion.)
- Edward (Neutral. No spite for.)
- Evangeline (Neutral. No real opinion on.)
- Herla (Aquaintance)
- Hex (Encountered; Fortune Teller)
- Hoshiko (Vague respect for.)
- Imp (Soul Theft Target.)
- Janjaweed (Aquaintance/Fellow cannibal)
- Kaoori (Disliked. Doesn't remember why.)
- Kari (Nemesis' spawn. Disliked.)
- Lantern (Aquaintance)
- Loki (Son. Protective of.)
- Melinoe (Aquaintance)
- Nightmare (Aquaintance/Good Terms)
- Noelle (Battled in a 3 on 1 fight moment. Instant dislike.)
- Osias (Nontraditional Client to.)
- Poltergist (Aquaintance)
- Quad (Good Friend/respects)
- Quadda (Battled as his way of grieving a loss)
- Queeze (Respects/Aquainted)
- Rowan (Improved Terms/Aquaintance.)
- Ryuu (Aquaintance. Skylar's brother.)
- Riza (Acquaintance. Skylar's mom.)
- Reira (Nemesis' spawn. Threat to.)
- Scarecrow (Friend/Ally)
- Seifer (Nemesis' spawn. Threat to.)
- Skylar (Loki's friend. Approves of.)
- Silent (Respected)
- Steele (Unsure of)
- Saosin (Aquaintance)
- Suki (Aided him in an encounter. Touched by.)
- Tally (Confused by)
- Talor (Mother of Loki. Missing.)
- Takeshi (Wesker's Son. Neutral to dislike.)
- The Fawn (Close Friend. Missing?)
- The Priest (Enemy turned Ally)
- Tamerlein (Good Friend. Missing?)
- Vesas (Quadda's mate. Battled but doesn't spite.)
- Vermillion (Ghost friend)
- Virgil (Great Friend/Deceased)
- Walter (Friend/Ally)
- Wesker (Apathy toward. Former nemesis.)



Personality

- Sadistic: Enjoys inflicting pain, and watching suffering of others. May also play with other's emotions and inflict fear when not inflicting actual pain.
- Patient: Will tolerate others. Excels in waiting games and stalking.
- Cunning: Much more well planned and devious than he lets on
- Manipulative: May influence other's behavior or ideas with a 'golden tongue'.
- Stubborn: Refuses to give an inch. Refuses to back down, give in, or admit defeat. Difficult mind to change.
- Persuasive: See Manipulative.
- Intelligent: Has solid understanding of concepts both obscure and blatant, though his intelligence is sometimes difficult to perceive due to his often predatory and violent nature.
- Loyal: Strangely doesn't betray friendships or alliances
- Evil: Often malicious and morally corrupt. Driven by anger and resentment, hate and grief.
- Respectful: Respects most does, and 'old' deer. Will bow respectfully before entering a spar or engaging in a fight with someone who deserves respect.
- Hostile: Aggressive when shown aggression. Will attack if shown hostility. Will not attack without cause.
- Fatherly: May become very protective of deer he meets as fawns and smaller deer with more child-like tendencies, and grows attached to. Also protective of the more shy deer, ghosts, or fawns who bare resemblance to him or his offspring, or seem somewhat outcast for being creepy in appearance. Highly protective and surprisingly caring for his offspring, and those that are like sons or daughters to him. Has a sort of NEED to be paternal to select others. Wants grandchildren, and in his ornery nature he may want those he sees as adopted children to have their own offspring. Voices this desire often in the form of jesting.
- Old: Will sometimes begin to ramble or talk as if in the past, and at other times he might decide to sit and remain seated for a while instead of being on his hooves. He carries the wisdom of an old stag, and is willing to share if the listener is willing to hear. May randomly fall asleep, or seem asleep but remain fully aware, or vice-versa. Tends to move slowly unless prompted into action, and rests frequently.
- Traditional: Has old school beliefs and ideals of how both stags and does should properly act.
- Ornery: As a side effect of his advanced age, he can be ill tempered and crotchety at random times depending on the mood he's in.
- Protective: Will place himself between a threat and those he cares about, and will make sure the threat is terminated when appropriate. Will step in between two allies to prevent a fight if he can. Would risk or sacrifice his own existence for immediate blood and adopted family.
- Predatory: A hunter, and natural murderer. May pursue other deer in hunt, and claim sleeping deer as easy meals. Also psychologically predatory toward any aggressor or enemy, and may play mind-games or instigate toward the other party's lesser interests.
- Vengeful: Prone to attack the same enemies repeatedly, if they are male. Enemy females will instead be treated with the more predatory wordplay and chronic harassment. Enemy fawns are eaten. Will also eat anything that is potentially used against him or friends in even the most minor ways.
- Family Orientated: Will put his family before himself, every time. Strongly cares for his offspring and mate. Woe to anyone who offends any of them.
- Tired: No longer holds grudges towards former enemies. Prefers not to engage with hostilities unless necessary.


Fighter's Chart

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Speed: llllllllllllllllllll Dodge: llllllllllllllllllll Pain Tolerance: llllllllllllllllllll

Technique: llllllllllllllllllll Will: llllllllllllllllllll Experience: llllllllllllllllllll



Mental Conditions


- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Physical Conditions


- Forelocks constantly bleed due to his shackles being too tight. Bleeding gets worse if he runs/hops/fights, but eases if he rests or walks as slowly as possible. When he does run, he moves amazingly fast, but he can't keep running long without getting woozy from blood loss, unless in combat, in which situation, the adrenaline keeps him amazingly resilient as an enemy.
- Tends to not react to his wounds until a few days after a fight, unless they're severe, in which case he'll be feeling it the next day.
- Predominant decay on his face and neck, and patches on his face completely lack skin. His skull mask is mostly fused to his face, and his own natural muscles from his face are visible on the exterior of the mask, along the back of the jaw. Removing his skull mask is possible, but causes open tears across his face that actively bleed out until some form of replacement is made. Masks may somewhat cauterize his skin while worn.
-Often slow to move, due to the constant blood loss in his fetlocks. Prone to infections if the lake is not regularly visited. Symptoms of arthritis come and go, as though the health condition is in battle with his regenerative abilities.


Physical Notations


- Limited in speech capabilities.
- Left antler was broken off in a fight with devout pelted stags, and never regrew. His right antler will still drop off and regrow after each spring. Due to his massive age, the number of tines no longer change with years. When first regrown, he has 24 tines on his single antler, which rapidly reduces in number over the course of the year due to some fragility and as a result of combat or tree abuse.
- Prominent decay around the face and neck, though the rest of his body rapidly regenerates after obtaining damage.
- The fastest part of his body to recover if damaged is oddly, his stomach/underside. If torn at the start of a battle, it might actually be healed by the end.
- Flesh that is ripped apart in combat is rapid in replacing itself. It's especially sped up when cooled and soaked in the water. Flesh that simply rots with his age does however not regenerate unless removed from his body through combat, which brings back healthy tissue.
- Omnivorous; In the greatest sense of the word. Will eat ANYTHING if he has reason to, and some things for the hell of it. As far as palette goes, he prefers meat though he'll sink his teeth into anything.
- Has an extremely hyper metabolism. Will often need to consume meat to maintain health, though he will also eat vegetation. Appears underweight due to metabolism, and his ribs can be made out under his pelt when he doesn't eat enough meat.



Image by Scythe and Kaoori. <3 Thank you.

Gifts within the curse


Bares the ability to kill ghosts; Literally forcing to move on to heaven or hell. Rarely uses this ability. Also bares the ability to see or rip souls out of bodies. Body is fast to regenerate after bloody combat, and hastened further by the chill of water. Like the teeth of a shark or alligator, his massive teeth grow back rapidly if any are lost for any particular reason, with rows of new teeth waiting to grow out from below the exposed set. Extended lifespan, forged from a lifetime under the Twin God's Curse and the stubborn will to not die of age. Ancient wisdom has been birthed time passed and from the will to survive.

Mark of Osias

With the deal with Osias completed, the mark took it's final stage. Slowly, Darkweaver's age seems be be reversing. However, whenever he travels his body seems to dissolve into a shadow-like state. Only the crimsons of his eyes remain the same until he stops running or fast walking, at which point his normal appearance is resumed. A new ability has also formed due to Osias' mark, leaving the old demon with the ability to expel his consciousness, will and mind into a shadow-like entity separate from himself while in deep sleep. This shadow may travel and interact as though it were him, albeit from a 2-D plane.

Odd Visions


- He has the ability to see ghosts, very clearly, even if others aren't seeing them.
- He also bares the ability to cause damage to ghosts, if he feels compelled to attack them. Reportedly, he can draw very real blood out of them when he attacks them. He CAN kill ghosts in such a way that they'll have to move on from the physical world.
- Supernatural vision. Each eye sees in a different spectrum; each set of his eyes function differently from the next, and each can function separately from the rest (so he can actually be looking in multiple directions at once). The back-most set work like normal deer eyes mixed with a full scope of color. The middle-right sees in a 'night vision' state, while the middle-left sees in an 'infrared vision' state. The front-right sees auras mixed with 'normality', and the front-left sees spirits/ghosts along with 'normality'.
- Shadow trekking. See Mark of Osias.

Voice


Due to decay and damage to his throat and vocal chords, Darkweaver has a rather high, scratchy rasp of a voice under normal circumstances, and periodically it will become more of a high pitched screech, usually when under stress or in anger, or merely calling out across a distance. His speech itself is often posed in formal fragmentation. In other words, he speaks formally and has a slight air of intelligence, but due to his vocal damage, his statements often crack and trail off, and pick up after short pauses. He often will litter his statements with the term "Hnn". This indicates either thought, or an attempt to clear his throat enough to speak longer. Especially used when trying to figure something out or find the right words in a conversation with others. He may speak in Gaelic when in a good mood. With extended speech his voice gets increasingly fragmented and periodically gives way to bouts of coughing or wheezing. It seems possible he may lose his voice soon.

In forest mooing sounds more like a sharp screech.
See link toward the top for roar and voice reference.



Likes and Dislikes


+(eating)Fawns
+(eating)Stags
+(NOT eating)Does
+Ghosts
+Fighting
+Sparring
+Stalking
+Spying
+The Ruins
+Spellspamming others
+Cloning
+Slow walks in the birch forest
+The ruins
+The Lake (when mostly alone)
+Racing
+Resting with a companion
+Modesty
+Learning of Religions
+Roses
+Hunting
+Older Traditions
+Sleep
+The view from the high ledge on the ruin's broken wall.

-Loosing his set
-Being SEEN without his set
-His face being exposed
-The Devout Pelt
-Involuntary Spellspam on him
-Wearing the Devout Pelt
-Large Groups
-Being Nuzzled by random deer
-Being chased by random deer
-Being stalked
-Fighting Does
-Too much attention
-Being 'threatened'
-Submitting to others
-Aggressive does
-Loud fawns
-Overly cocky stags
-Over-flamboyance
-"Sluts"/"Prostitutes"
-Real-deer Antlers


Occupation


Darkweaver may on occasion be seen tending all the graves at the ruins; digging up weeds (using the scratch emote near a weed), removing dead flowers and replacing them with fresh ones, communicating with the spirits at the graves and carrying out requests to bring peace to the lingering souls, digging new graves for those who die and performing burials, taking care of the poppies that grow around the ruins, playing with ghost fawns, and other such tasks. He takes particular care with Laghodessa's grave, though he gives extra attention to the graves of spirits he has spent more time with. He pays special attention to all graves especially during the fall.

Beliefs


- He believes the twin god statues are modeled after the opposite of any holy figure. In fact, he strongly believes that the statues are made in the likeliness of demons, and he thinks those who worship them are fools, hence why he attacks them. He also thinks fawns are delicious, but adults are a more worthy challenge when it comes to hunting. He has become more tolerant of the Twin Gods over time, though he may be triggered into a PTSD flashback state or PTSD rage if unexpectedly hit with the devout pelt.

- He also believes that old deer should not be hassled by younger deer and fawns. He may be sighted getting between an aggressive young stag and an elder. Naturally, he doesn't mind ripping younger deer apart for 'disrespect'. He also has a certain respect for other deer who are seen as old.


Notes:

- May just wander in the birch forest or around the ruins if he doesn't want to encounter others.
- Will not usually attack other player's deer unless I know the person is aware of the character's nature, so there will be no offence or drama created.
- Usually won't outright attack others, but if any deliberate aggression is shown toward him... he WILL maim.
-He has an obsession with trying to break off the antlers of anyone who tries to fight him. He tries particularly hard to break off real-deer antlers, possibly because most who fight him have those same antlers, and those happen to be a difficult antler type to fight against due to the quantity of tines from multiple directions. He may try to break off enemy antlers as part of a complex stemming from his own missing antler, which demands leveling the playing field in a fight.



Artistic Appearance

Darkweaver has the aesthetics of an eye sore, and the more deeply you look at him, the more grotesque he appears. He is a very particularly tall stag, with muscular limbs and an under nourished looking body. He wears a heavily damaged skull over his face, with several sections of skull chipped clean off, especially on the sides and around his eyes. Threw the ripped off sections of skull, six glowing crimson eyes can be seen, as well as four slit nostrils. The tip of his skull mask has a two-pointed fawn antler sticking out of a hole above his nose, kept as a reminder of a promise to his family in younger days. To most, this horn is presumed to be a souvenir. The skull's mouth is lined with demonic looking teeth, smallest toward the back, and largest in front. The front are constantly smeared with blood. The corners of the mouth are partially held together by a few tethered ligaments and strings of rotted muscle and flesh, which also function to occasionally make limited expressions. His throat looks very decayed, and hanging out of the masks underside are about six distinct tendrils, composed of what logically might have once been flesh from his neck. His left antler is snapped off close to the base, but the right is intact and stained with old blood. The rest of his body is covered with a thick coat of long fur, but its patterning is more of a simplified DotD pelt, only having skeletal markings and none of the blue or green markings. His fur is particularly thick around the neck, to a point of distorting the skeletal markings illustrating neck bones, and almost resembles the mane of a lion. His forelegs have heavy shackles around them, with long linked chains still attached. They seem too tight for him, and cut into his legs, leaving a slow blood flow constantly spilling out. Finally, his tail is much longer than average, and can be compared to a furry snake. He has a large red mark on his torso. The shape of the mark is like an upside down triangle, with two black spaces cutting the mark into three parts. Six more red marks align the sides of the large mark, resembling downward facing tines.

The skull Darkweaver chose to take as his mask is that of a Triceratops. Over the years it had become heavily damaged and now only vaguely resembles the creature it had once been part of. The shield-like crest of the skull had been long gone by the time it was adorned, and the sides had crumbled to give Dark a full range of vision for all six eyes. The skull is toothless, though this is no issue as Dark's own teeth more than make up for it.


Actions to keep in mind


If you see the following behaviors, it might be best to run, or prepare to fight -

Stand + Head tilt (in response to either being taunted or antlered at while sitting or sleeping) = Neck Crack
Antler + head tilt = "Wanna have a bad time?"
Antler + Taunt + Rearing = FIGHT.

However...

Taunt + Nod + Taunt = Spar Request. Friendly.
Amazed + Nod + Head tilt = Confirming spar request if the other deer nods.
Antler + hear tilt + nod = final confirmation, in case he has been misread.

Will bow before sparring. Will not bow before fighting.

In Combat


-If he nuzzles you in a spar, it's just to show anyone nearby that it's just a friendly spar and not an attempt to kill. If others aren't around and trying to stop a spar, it is equal to a slap on the back and saying 'nice job'.
-Nuzzling in actual fights is him trying to confuse his opponent, or use his broken antler to back-stab.
-Only runs circles around the opponent if he's actually fighting. The exception is if his sparring partner has previously battled him and sticks with the patterns of real combat, but he does tone it down for spars.

Attack combinations - (serious fights only)

Bow + Rear = He might use this if a fight is pushed on long enough to cause a sharp drop in sanity or energy. He'll throw his fore hooves ahead of himself to use his chains like whips. With enough force, this can be severely damaging to the opponent.
Rear, then antler = Headbutt. If too close to the opponent it can also be seen as him biting from above. Alternately can be seen as trying to break off the opponents antlers.
Antler, then rear = Uppercut with brow tines and fawn antler.
Laugh + rear = Insane laugh (only seen, again, if he lets his psychotic side out)
Laugh + rear + antler = Sadistic laugh, leading into another strike. (also only seen when psychotic)
Taunt + antler = antler jab
Roaring = More of an in-battle version of a battle cry. Should be interpreted as a hiss.
Antler + roar = Snapping his teeth into/at the opponent/biting.
Standing halfway across his opponent's right side + taunt = Using his broken antler like a dagger to the back.
Running around the opponent = Circling, or chasing. He may be seeking out a better attack angle. NEVER runs from a fight. The only possible exception is against unreasonable numbers while outside of blood-lust.

extra combat

- If he manages to slip behind his opponent, and uses antler + bow, he's probably biting into your flank/back/leg.
- DOES bite while fighting, frequently. His teeth are considered his secondary weapon, though his bite is stronger than his antler-usage.
- If he simply bows in the middle of a fight and sits down, it just means the human playing him has to go. This doesn't mean he's giving up or declaring loss, unless the sad emote is used with a nod.
- The harder an opponent fights, the harder he fights. If a fight gets particularly intense, he'll become psychotic and start laughing between more savage blows.
- He goes into a 'seeing red' state usually at the start of fights. This doesn't go away until a fight is over. From 'seeing red', he can go to a state of madness which causes him to see a mix of black and red.


Extra


Bow + Antler (over a sleeping/sitting deer) = Eating Deer
Bow + Taunt (in blueberry patches) = Eating blueberries
Bow + Taunt (in poppy patches) = Collecting poppies. Will later bow at a grave to drop the poppies off.
Sad + No = *sigh*/*wounded*/*doesn't want to fight*
Sad + Yes = Sorry. (Rarely used. Will be used toward does if he thinks he accidentally upset or hurt one, in crossfire of fighting or otherwise)
Cower + Sad = An expression of pain.
Cower (alone) = Never means fear with him. Muscle fatigue, exhausted shuddering - only seen used after hard fights if he doesn't go insane. Will often sit down afterward.



Inventory: About 20 packets of mystery seeds.

:Writings:

http://endlessforest.org/community/visions-ghosts-and-priests
Darkweaver encounters the Forests Priest and the Ghost Fawn.
http://endlessforest.org/community/blood-and-graves-heavy-violence-warning
Darkweaver battles the Priest in the ruins.
http://endlessforest.org/community/tale-war-much-violence
The days of fog; Alliance with Baal, Burrow, and Walter.
http://endlessforest.org/community/borders
Encounter with the Priest, again.
http://endlessforest.org/community/lament-over-spilled-blood
Father's Day, and battling Darcy.
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/fatigued-some-violence
The Priest Returns - Features Aegle, Bastilion, Darcy, Rowan, Priest, Virgil, Cloud, Baal, and more.
http://endlessforest.org/community/new-rival-horror-themes-and-gore-read-your-own-risk
Darkweaver battles a mystery stag with the help of Scarecrow.
http://endlessforest.org/community/ultimatum
Making a deal with the twin statues.
http://endlessforest.org/community/cry-sanity-violence
Fighting his usual nature, protecting Lagho's grave.
http://endlessforest.org/community/under-falling-rain
Darkweaver fights Silent
http://endlessforest.org/community/how-could-i-violence
Dealing with his first loss against Wesker
http://endlessforest.org/community/where-madness-lingers-violence
Dark murders Wesker, and the days that followed.
---Missing a few.
http://endlessforest.org/community/strange-0
Dark reflects on odd magic and recent events.


By Ocean:

http://endlessforest.org/community/devotion-and-pain-much-violence-warning
The Priest encounters and battles Darkweaver
http://endlessforest.org/community/tension
The Priest and Dark meet for the first time after their battle.
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/strength-some-violence-warning
The Priest and Darkweaver battle again, and are joined by Bastilion and Aegle, and others.
http://endlessforest.org/community/growing-1
The Fawn meets Dark.
http://endlessforest.org/community/relentless-very-minor-violence
The Fawn is persued, and mentioning of Dark.
http://endlessforest.org/community/torn
The Fawn is accompanied by Darkweaver, Anko, and Amary

By Bastilion/Pega:
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/foe-perhaps
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/it-has-been-awhile
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/thick-concealing-fog-yesterday
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/transformation-1
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/duel-long-overdue
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/stare
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/though-i-told-myself-i-would-not-hope
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/madness
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/what-has-happened
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/quite-odd
http://endlessforest.org/community/quiet-day
http://endlessforest.org/community/pleasant-enough-day
http://endlessforest.org/community/there-seemed-be-small-earthquake-approaching-i-awoke
http://endlessforest.org/community/not-always-planned-though-sometimes-can-be-better

By Shimmyshimmy:

http://endlessforest.org/community/riddle-me-d-r-k-n-e-s-s-slight-blood-warning

By Scythe:
http://endlessforest.org/community/it-ends-0
Darkweaver kills Wesker in combat.

By Snail:
http://endlessforest.org/community/depression-0

By Kaoori:
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/fragile#comments

By Nuevapaz:
http://endlessforest.org/community/today-amarys-journal
http://endlessforest.org/community/quiet-night-amary
http://endlessforest.org/community/death-and-life-amary
http://endlessforest.org/community/these-strange-feelings-amary

By Quad:
http://endlessforest.org/community/holly-old-oak-evil-christmas
http://endlessforest.org/community/holly-old-oak-snowdeer

Other Writings, by self:

http://endlessforest.org/community/black-hearts-and-pure-souls-ch-1
A story of good VS evil, first chapter.
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/black-hearts-and-pure-souls-ch-2
Second Chapter

Rps:
Forging a Deal

Music Videos:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXqBCzpknns
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmd9CEUs7tw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3hnhD-pTL4

Art:
http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv191/Enchanted_/Tef/002.png
By SnowSauria
http://endlessforest.org/community/more-darkweaver-spamming
By Ooky
http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/347/6/1/darkweaver_by_meganhausam-d5nxlbd.jpg
By Greyhorn
http://endlessforest.org/community/darkweaver-zerg
By Matthieu's Deer
http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv191/Enchanted_/Tef/002.png
By SnowSauria
http://endlessforest.org/community/saving-darkweaver
By Pegasicorn
http://i1195.photobucket.com/albums/aa381/kaoori/25days/darkweaverday18.png
By Kaoori
http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t454/seaple/dark.png
By Crowesie
http://www.endlessforest.org/community/i-want-brimstone-my-garden#comment-954785
By Narina

Own Art:
http://zergarikiaka.deviantart.com/art/Darkdeer-portrait-668396116
http://endlessforest.org/community/older-sand-we-fade
http://endlessforest.org/community/shackled-wings
http://shade4716.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=96#/d2gefs8
http://endlessforest.org/community/sight-sore-eyes
+Many pictures scattered on this bio.


Non-TEF Arts:
Pre-TEF design (Dragon-Diety)
Invader Zim Design
Invader Zim Design + Laghodessa
Deity Design




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"Bravo, monsieur Dark. Bravo!

"Bravo, monsieur Dark. Bravo! Cydae cheered before sitting down across from him, looking at his shackled ankles with curiosity. Where had he gotten the golden chains? She frowned when she saw the blood. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't have asked you to dance if I'd known it would hurt you." The little blue doe rested her head on the ground, looking away.

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Oohhhh, new page. Prettyyyy~
*noms new page*
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Dark tilts his head slightly.

Dark tilts his head slightly. His crimson eyes are soft, lacking in any spite. "Do not... be so..rry Cydae. It is... no worse... than when I... take a... walk." he assures her. He stretches out his neck a bit to nuzzle her before sitting again.
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&hearts; stalking

♥ stalking
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I meant to ask (I was too

I meant to ask (I was too lazy to look) about what times you're actually online. Just so I know when to look out for you. ^^
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I'm usually online a few

I'm usually online a few times a week, mostly around/after 11 PM central time. I tend to work until 10 PM and can't get on TEF the moment I'm home. |D
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Cydae smiled when he nuzzled

Cydae smiled when he nuzzled her, she loved attention. She turned her attention to his shackles again. So they bled nearly every time he moved? "That must hurt."
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The old bull shrugs a bit.

The old bull shrugs a bit. "From ti...me... to time. I am... quite us...ed... to it... how...ever."
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"Dark?" A croaking voice

"Dark?" A croaking voice called out, breaking the silence of the night and echoing against the ruins' stone walls and adding yet another eerie effect to the building. An uneven beat of light hoof steps were heard as the small creature stumbled slowly through the crumbling cathedral. "Are you here?" It called again. The animal that spoke stepped into a ray of moonlight, her small blue figure appearing to be horribly beaten and bloody. The wounds she received from a fight were getting to her, the cuts were too large and there were too many to heal and keep her stable. Pieces of her flesh were gone and the front of her skull was broken. Her time was near.

Suddenly she tripped over a loose rock and her small amount of balance was thrown off. The doe landed on the hard ground with a small thump, laying there for a moment, slightly dazed, before speaking up again, this time much quieter. "Thanks for the dance lessons. It was fun."
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Resting near Laghodessa's

Resting near Laghodessa's grave, it took a few moments before the old bull realized someone was looking for him. Hearing a weak, yet familiar voice, he slowly raises to his hooves. Ears perked, he heads toward the source of the faint voice until he finds Cydae's collapsed body. He pulls the decay around his skull mask's mouth into a subtle frown, and a soft growl escapes his throat. He couldn't immagine who would do this kind of physical harm to the small doe.
"Cydae... what ha...ppened?" he asks raspilly as she sits down and lays beside her. His long, fluffy tail wraps around the small doe protectively. It bothered him deeply inside to know there was little he could do to help, and in his mind's eye he could see his beloved's own dieing body in Cydae's place.
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She opened her eyes and

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, finding comfort in a familiar face. Cydae glanced away, hesitant to tell him what happened, feeling like a child who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. "I got in a fight... A fight with a deer much stronger than I am. I know I could have backed off and ran, but what would that have said about me? That I'm a coward...? No, I didn't run..." She said, her voice increasing in volume and her breathing increasing in speed as she talked. Cydae shut her eyes again and tried to steady her breath.
"But... sh-she... Every time she heals... Sparks fly from her wounds. They heal almost instantly. And the sparks, as they fly, they burn. She's... She's unstoppable, Dark... At least, not by me." The blue doe dug her head into the demon's side, seeking any warmth she could get. "It was so frightening. I was just trying to protect a fawn. I don't trust the little thing to be safe around her, Dark."
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The old demon listens as

The old demon listens as Cydae's explanation is told. He keeps close, concern flickering clearly in his crimson eyes. "Hn.. no.. .you are.. not a... coward." he lifts his head slightly. He never liked having to fight with does, but to take vengance for Cydae, should she not make it, he would make the exception."Which.. doe is be...hind your... wounds? Cer...tainly I would... fare be...tter a...gainst... her." he assures her.
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After a few moments

After a few moments hesitation, Cydae unburied her head from his side and looked up at him. "Quadda did it." She blinked slowly, her eyes feeling heavy. Resting her head back down on the ground, Cydae yawned and shut her eyes. "Don't kill her." The blue doe rearranged her legs and shut her eyes, feeling the pull of sleep. "You really should get to sleep, monsieur Dark. Insomnia never helped anyone. Paranoia never did either-" Cydae yawned again and her voice grew softer and more droned. "Sorry if I woke you up, go back to sleep..." The rise and fall of her chest could be seen steadily getting slower as she fell more and more to sleep. After a couple more minutes, it was easily seen she wasn't breathing. But it was alright, in a way, she died peacefully. Hardly in pain. She was alright.

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I love drama. <3
Sorry if you didn't want to be involved in the tumbling snowball that is Cyd's life. D=

But you are now, there's no escape. >=D
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Quadda. If alzheimers

Quadda.
If alzheimers premitted, he'd remember that name. If he encountered her, there would be no guarentee that he'd not try to kill her... or at the least try to severely injure her regardless of her violent healing ability. He remained beside Cydae as she drifted off first into a gentle sleep, then into death. He couldn't watch for a soul to form into a ghost upon her death, due to him already having her soul in his care, but he could see her aura dissappearing none the less... and the heat of her body fading away.
"Hn... re...st to...night Cy...dae..." he rasps. He would dig a grave for her in the morning.

Track. x)

Track. x)
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<3

~loves music choice~

~loves music choice~
<3
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Kaoori came by to talk about

Kaoori came by to talk about Dark's Mom, but she thought better of it.
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Oh gosh... She would never

Oh gosh... She would never know what a bad idea talking abot his mother would be. XDDD
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i just figured I"d give you a

i just figured I"d give you a laugh. <3
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Pftlol, I've been having mini

Pftlol, I've been having mini giggles ever since. |D
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The shika lay not far from

The shika lay not far from where the demon rested, her eyes not moving from him. In the past she had ignored him, considered him a trivial annoyance even, for she had always mocked him and he never retaliated. However, recent events had reminded her that he was still a threat, and she knew he could harm her greatly. Diligently, she kept an eye on her children, more concerned for their safety than hers, a typical mother.

She noticed his wounds and how he moved slowly, and wondered what the fool had gotten himself into now.
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Every now and the, the old

Every now and the, the old demon would open an eye to overlook the general area around him. Though he was recovering well, he simply didn't feel inclined to get up and move about. Perhaps age had a little to do with it, and perhaps it was no different from many other fights where he'd just feel his pain days later. A crimson eye locks onto the shika periodically before closing again.
He knows the blue doe is no threat to him... that he could in fact eat her in one bite if he got the chance. Still, it irritated him to no end how she coud persist in mockery and minor agitations. That, and such frequent long range stalkings.
"Does it... pl...ease you... to stare... at... re...covery?" he rasps after a while, pinning back his ears, yet not moving his head off the ground.
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"It pleases me that you're

"It pleases me that you're not able to move around and attack my loved ones, yes. However, I don't care to stare at you, I'm simply making sure you stay in your place. I'm not in the mood to drag my children about because there's a fawn-eater near our home."

Like a chihuahua standing up to a great dane.
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XD Yes! "I re...main still

XD Yes!

"I re...main still be...cause I cho..ose to. Do.. not tempt me." he snorts. He slowly raises his head and rolls off his side, and allows his front legs to stretch out ahead of himself. He crosses one hoof over the other, looking at the doe. "Per...haps you'd... be in..terested... to know you... and your... demon are... no longer... my top... tar...gets."
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As he moved, Kaoori stood,

As he moved, Kaoori stood, glancing to her fawns playing on their home, the hill. They hadn't noticed him. She knew it would terrifiy them, they having been around the last time he attacked. If she didn't have to get them worked up, she didn't want to. A small sigh escaped her mouth.

"Funny you should call -him- a demon. And targets? What are you even trying to collect souls for?"
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The old demon smiled faintly,

The old demon smiled faintly, or at least seemed to be making his attempt at such an expression. "I hoped.. you would.. ask some..day." he chuckles. His long tail twitches behind himself, then wraps around his front to cover his bloody fetlocks. "As it... turns out... I have... made a... deal with... a 'friend'.. of yours. Does.. Osias... ring an..y bells? In tra...de of souls... -yours as.. he pre...ferrs... - he... will bring.. my be...loved.. back fr...om her.. grave. Al...ong with... my lo..st chil...dren." he rasps out.

(I'll continue in abot 8 hours. Time for wooooooooork!)
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(sounds good. Maybe they'll

(sounds good. Maybe they'll meet in forest again sometime. x) )

Kaoori's ears drooped and her eyes widened at the mention of Osias. Suddenly, she felt sick.
..he hadn't forgotten.
In an effort to continue looking brave, she sneered at he old demon. "He won't have it. And neither will you. As for your family, I am sorry. I have no idea what Laghodessa saw in you."

A low blow maybe. But she had so much more respect for his mate than she would ever, ever have for him.
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If the old demon couldn't

If the old demon couldn't tell by seeing her heat, infarred and aura signatures that she were only putting up a front, he'd have gotten up then and there to finish the blue rat off. Still, her words hurt him more than hoof strikes and tines ever could; Not for the face value of what she said, but because she had to go into sacred territory by talking about the one he would give his life for time and again if he could. It also didn't help still remembering how he and the rat had once been on friendlier terms before mates were the divider. His eyes narrow and a low hiss escapes past his clenched teeth.

"And here... I hoped... we could... keep one... con...versa...tion ci...vil. Did I... not just... imply that... I don't... care a...bout your... soul an..ymore?" he snorts angrilly before closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly toward the grave he kept so tenderly for so many centuries.

"You know... so little... about where... we ca...me from and... been through. Per...haps you should... ask her... yourself... what she... sees. How...ever I do... know what Wes...ker sees in you. A pl...easure... toy. Cer...tainly no...thing else. No oth..er ex...planation for... breeding like... rabbits." he rasps. His smile had long faded, as the fused flesh holding the mask together pulled downward into a scowl. His ears pull back further, though he tries to simply breathe and control his rage, so as to not pull some crazy crap now. He aready had a bad enough week with a friend dieing, and having to fight a demigoddess and her mate. At least that fight, he felt he won undeniably.

And what did he feel his beloved would say she saw in him? Devotion. Loyalty. Strength. Will to protect. The departed doe perhaps had the same effect on him that Kaoori had to Wesker... she pulled the negatives out of him, and saw the 'deer behind the monster'.
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(I feel kinda bad for Dark |D

(I feel kinda bad for Dark |D )

"You know nothing of my relationship with Wesker. Don't assume you do. I am his mate, and he is mine, and he cares for me as much as I him." Her eyes narrowed. "Go on and do what you need to do. Just stay away from my family and friends."
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(Same here. |D I'd be hugging

(Same here. |D I'd be hugging the old grump if I didn't think I'd be decapitated.)

He swings his head to face Kaoori, opening his frontmost set of eyes. "I know... enough. You know... nothing a...bout Lagho... and I. She is... my e...very...thing. My an...gel... and light." he wheezes out, and his voice grows lower. "I wo..uld have le...ft your... family al...one if you had... shut your... squeaker. Now you... have your...self to... blame for... any... future... harm."
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Kaoori quickly eyed her fawns

Kaoori quickly eyed her fawns again, who were playing safely on the hill, still oblvious to the two talking. She narrowed her eyes at him, but said no more and headed back to the twins, but keeping a wary eye on him.
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The old bull watched the

The old bull watched the little shika turn to leave. Feeling the need to vent some of his antagonization, he slowly forces himself to a stand. His swollen fetlocks gush out streams of blood as he stands. He however holds a poker face in regard to the pain. He starts to walk in the direction of the hill, just to give the doe a scare. "Tell me... which do... you fa...vor least?" he probably still would not bother with the doe's family again... at least, not alone. He knew by now he grew too tired to grab any of their souls by the time health was low enough to obtain it when hunting alone. He needed Loki, or even Walter.

Suddenly he stops short, and looks back toward his beloved's grave. Taking a few steps back toward it, his eyes focus on the air above the grave.
"Hn... If you... are sure... my sweet." he rasps softly before instead walking for the pond.

Remaining at the grave, a gray-blue toned raven had appeared from seemingly nowhere.
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(Lagho to the

(Lagho to the rescue!)

Kaoori turned to see the demon following her, and she stood in front of the path to her children. Her little heart beat, but she was ready to defend them if needed.
"Leave us..", she threatened, when she was suddenly surprised by Dark's turning toward the pond instead. She'd gotten a reprieve.
She had no idea his mate was looking out for her.
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The raven waited until the

The raven waited until the demon was out of sight before moving from her spot. If she had been heared a moment ago by anyone but the ghost-sensative gravekeeper, it'd be known she asked him to ice his legs in the pond water. That was one sure-fire way to have a few moments to communicate with the little doe.

The raven takes flight, and soon lands near the Shika, looking up to her before speaking in a much more audiable voice.
"He can be so stubborn." her voice almost has a tinge of amusement toward the elder stag. "You and your family will be safe for a while, sweetheart." She speaks more directly to Kaoori, turning bright blue, wisp-like eyes to the blue doe.
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Kaoori watched the little

Kaoori watched the little blue raven approach in awe, listening to it speak.
"You.. are you..?"

She'd seen her ghost. She just never spoke with or heard her.
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The raven nodded once. "I

The raven nodded once.
"I am."

She had seen a lot of Kaoori, especially since Hoshiko's burial. However, she usually remained unseen unless she had wanted to be seen.
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"I've seen you so many times

"I've seen you so many times yet never heard your voice.. "

She felt ashamed for how she acted toward her mate, but she couldn't help it. However, she'd always respected Laghodessa.
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It was a rare honor she gave

It was a rare honor she gave others, to appear and speak. Often, she only did so in special twilight conditions or in fine rain.

"I do appologise for how long it took to communicate, sweetheart. I wasn't quite sure you'd ever be able to hear my voice." she admits. She seems to smile gently under her skull mask, though it's hard to tell just what her expression is. In deeper truth still, there were only a few who seemed to understand when she did try to communicate anyway. It was just one of the downsides of being a ghost of old.
"Do you mind if I walk with you a while?"
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Kaoori nodded, still shocked

Kaoori nodded, still shocked by hearing a ghost speak. "I can't go far. I can't leave them. No offense, but not while your mate is around. I can't trust him to not harm them."
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"I understand your concern.

"I understand your concern. He's allowing this vandetta mentality to go too far." she wouldn't want to go too far either. She was more or less bound to the ruins except on special occasion anyway. She glances toward the ruins momentarilly, ears perked. After a brief second she seems to relax and looks back to Kaoori. "By the way, Hoshiko sends you a lot of love. He is good child." she adds.
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(you mean she? xD;) Kaoori

(you mean she? xD;)


Kaoori couldn't comment on the vendetta. Perhaps she took it too far, too. But things had changed when she had fallen for Wesker and became his mate. Her outlook was different, and there were many things that could not be the same. These were her own choices that she had struggled with for some time.

At the mention of Hoshiko, she stops mid-walk and inhales a sharp breath. "You.. speak with her?"
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(Yeah. XD Lol, I'm always

(Yeah. XD Lol, I'm always getting Hoshiko's gender confused.)

Laghodessa pauses when Kaoori stopps waking. "Yes. I also play with her sometimes, along with some of the other ghost fawns." she confirms. Perhaps it was because she had a young daughter herself at the time of her death that she would be willing to endulge the never-changing ghost fawns in gameplay, storytelling, and such.
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Kaoori smiled. She knew this

Kaoori smiled. She knew this was a gentle soul and had no need to fear for her child with her.

"I'm glad she's alright. Her sister talks to her sometimes. She tells me she's alright too.. it's so very reassuring to know that wherever she is, she's looked out for.. until I can see her again."

It didn't matter how long ago it had been since the incident where she miscarried Hoshiko and lost her. It would always be sensitive. She bowed her head and closed her eyes for a moment to stop tears.
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Seeing the tears in the young

Seeing the tears in the young Shika's eyes, Lagho lowers her head to lightly touch her shoulder with a cool and ghostly nuzzle. A simple guesture to comfort the other. She almost wanted to reassure Kaoori that she didn't need to fight her tears, at least around her.
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Kaoori couldn't feel her, but

Kaoori couldn't feel her, but she could feel the cool air where she would be. In a strange way, it was reassuring.

Thank you.
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Laghodessa lifts her head

Laghodessa lifts her head back to a neutral position after a moment. She didn't say anything right away, though she held a gentle smile.
"Think nothing of it, sweetheart."
After a moment, she begins to walk again.
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Question for the almighty

Question for the almighty Zerg.

Do you know who the stag with the butterfly pelt and candles are? It's been a mystery for a while now. The reason I ask is because he and Cydae hang out like buds and it would be really really really cool if you knew who they were.
I'm not a stalker. >.>
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Almighty? XDDDD *dies under

Almighty? XDDDD

*dies under a table in flattery*

Actually, I was wondering that myself. I couldn't find him on the map, and since I'm on an older version of TEF I can't see the new generation pictos. He just appears to have a block picto over his head. Trying to find out who he is though. ^^
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The map calls him Lilio,

The map calls him Lilio, somethin' like that. But other than that, nothin'.
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Ok, so I looked him up on the

Ok, so I looked him up on the search option and found the username. Looks like they're probably not active on the community site... That or it's not their main account. o.O