Identity }
Dag's full name is pronounced '
I-or-dag-nyre', and was given the title
'The Fortress' in recognition of the guardianship he gives to and inspires in others. He is a symbol of unyielding strength of will and exhibits an impenetrable, one-pointed focus to rise above any situation. The emblem of victory - the Peregrine Falcon - still remains with him from his first and very old title of 'Wings of Peregrine'.
The Fortress }
Voice - Deep bass; an equal balance of gentility and authoritative power associated with a voice of moral substance and leadership. Feral vocalizations are rare from him, though he is known to produce brontidal rumbles and has an extraordinarily low, growling bellow.
Scent - His scent is very gustatory - likened to the smoulder of a warm, damp bonfire in the middle of open fields; burnt soil of old forests long gone.
Build - Based on an old-world ice giant
Eucladoceros species; the first species of deer genus to have highly evolved antlers yet is a primitive mass of strong bone and muscle. His body type is a visually solid domination with a dense muscular structure most noticeable around his barrel-chest and shoulders, reinforcing the relatively short, strong neck that bares the weight of a heavy square skull - resembling more bull than deer - and its gargantuan artillery; both of which being the most prominent indication of his skeletal bulk. Being top-heavy, his posture is almost restricted to one position when still. A long body means legs are stationed far apart to accommodate and spread the weight, and his head is always held high in balance giving him a kingly air, which is also reflected in his fluid and powerful gait. At full speed, there is very little that can stop his bulldozer momentum.
Antlers - Fortress by design. Supernumerary, elongated branched-antlers where the beam has grown outward behind him, tines growing upward; his outer primary tines are the largest and grow into long forward-facing pincers. There are 12 tines per pedical and are split into four sets, all of which together are specifically designed to interlock with any antler type. Central clusters suited to single beam pronged deer, outer and brow tines designed for the larger supernumerary or palmated antlers such as Irish Elk. They are incredibly thick, astonishingly heavy, and an impenetrable defense that cannot be breached.
Visual - His coat is made up of dense, varying shades of grey that give him an overall arsenic colouration, but his mane and face are the most striking; dirty white for the most part with a carnelian-red pattern draped around the contours of his beady-eyed, frill-cheeked face. The white of his mane continues only half-way under his stomach, and ends in a point with a very thin separating line of charcoal.
There is also an enormous patch-scar that tears through the left side of his neck which is coupled with the nick in his ear on the same side. This was given to him by the Spring Wolf in 2010*.
Conqueror - Being the placid giant he is, Dag never lowers his antlers without reason; rarely has his combat been seen within the peaceful confines of the forest. However, heed the warning of his scar. Events leading up to his present existence shed further light on this war-hardened battler. There is something prehistoric and almost predatory about his combat - the misfortune of colliding with such a monolith is simply an all-sensory deluge.
Antediluvian }
Iaurdagnire's story has become that of Endless Forest legend, starting in 2009 and ending in 2013. His story involves the Forest, the Gods, and the spiritual embodiment of the Seasons whom he served with perpetual lives as a God-given duty. Dag wanted to escape, and continually fought for a life and death that was his to dictate; to cease to be a higher power's fuel for intellectual evolution. But in learning about his place in the world and a way to put an end to his duties, he became even more lost. Ultimately, Dag's story is an exploration of purpose and morality in all forms, and almost entirely community driven. The community has been involved in each section in some way, and these are referred to as "Season Events" by those who have participated; the events were designed for everyone to enjoy, regardless of the story.
Background art by J!n
Core }
Ravenflight - The Queen His love and greatest treasure; indescribably bound to her like no other. Their history had long ran parallel, and although their paths crossed only rarely in bygone years, they were connected by a deep empathy for their respective trials and desire for freedom. Behind closed doors they each played a part in helping each other fulfill a purpose in order to escape, and then found themselves lost without it. When Dag returned to the forest, Ravenflight tried to help him re-adjust through her understanding of what it is like to feel truly detached from the world around you. As they spent more time together, Dag increasingly began to dote on her and fell very deeply in love. Captivated by her in every way. Ravenflight has given him a new purpose, and Dag is utterly devoted to her continued happiness. Adores and is enchanted by everything she is.
Cry - The Ace Guardian; a source of security; life indebted to. Dag has known Cry for a long time, and upon his return was healed by him (
see 'War Drum' Act V). Displays an affectionate "big brother" attitude towards the small white stag when around him.
Ephiré - The Jack An unspoken natural affinity; indebted to. The two giants have much in common with the way they cope with the world around them, and it is this understanding that lead Ephiré to become the catalyst in Dag's journey (
see 'Catalyst' story arc Act I-III). Has a profound trust in him and admires him greatly. He is also the only deer within the forest to have witnessed the full brunt of Dag's combat.
Virgil/The Red - Part of the Fortress' strong foundations. One of his oldest friends of a different world to his own, wild and unrestricted. At the time of his trials, Dag thought of Virgil's existence as "real", moreso than his own and one he wanted to achieve. Events between then and now strongly effected Dag, but their friendship remains strong and has been rebuilt. [to be re-written]
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Stali's eyes lit up. A walk sounded wonderful! She peered beyond his strong chest and nodded.
"A walk sounds lovely. I would be glad to come along."
She smiled. This new stag was quite enjoyable from what she had seen so far. A visit to Dandelion Hill seemed to be just what she wanted - visiting new places was always on the small doe's mind.
PARTY FOR RYFF //
Dag nodded and made the move to leave the area. Dag was a lot taller, and a lot longer than the doe, so to match her pace of walking he moved with a slow but strong stride; the way his legs moved were not to dissimilar to the way a giraffe moved, as odd as it sounds. Something so huge and heavy effortlessly gliding and covering distance with hardly expending energy.
"This is my favourite part of the forest. There's a lot of long grass here."
He leads her past the oak so they are bordering the red earth of the birch forest to their left, and make their way parallel to the line of large trees where the pointed mushroom hill sits beyond. It doesn't take them long to reach the foot of the hill next to the Ruins,
"Have you been here before? It's a very likable place."
"Can't say I have," Said the
Said the steel doe, trotting in a manner similar to a dog beside Dag. Her tiny blue hooves touched the ground with little more than a gentle patting sound in the earth. She walked ahead a few paces and stopped, turning around to face Dag. She was almost swimming in the grass.
"But if you say it's so likeable, I'll believe you and see for myself, hm? Hihi."
"Hm-hm, well then! Come
Dag cantered past her and scaled the wide flat hill, instinctively going straight to the spot he normally sits right at the front in the softest grass.
From here the Pond could just be seen straight ahead in the distance, with the God Statues clear as day to the left. Directly below stretched the grassland dotted with flower patches, and a mushroom circle or two where deer were frequently sleeping.
"-?"
He looked back at her with an expecting smile to see what she thought.
//after this posting round,
Stali galloped up behind him to the peak of the hill, at one point trotting up beside him and brushing his rear leg in her hurry. She peered out at the view, liquid blue eyes scanning the red winter sunset.
"...!"
I can't come in forest now,
We could leave it here if you want? Until they meet again and Dag can show her the hill properly.
Haha, okay. I know Virgil
The sun is highest in the
But even with the stifling heat, Ravyn looks ever so cool and fluid as she weaves in and out of the dampness of the shadowed ruins.
Her blackness makes contact with each of the pillar she passes and sucks every inch of coolness out of it.
But then she stops suddenly, eyes swiveling back as far as they will go to see Iaurdagnire in the shade of a tree near his dandelion.
She hugs the icy broken stone once more before she decides to carry swiftly in his direction.
Soundless. She is but a blur out of the corner of an eye.
Her lips curl up into somewhat of a fleshy half-smile,
Hello Iaurdagnire
- - Just a heads up: I'm known for abandoning RPs so don't be offended if I just... stop, haha.
The large stag looked as if
A torn ear swivels in the direction of the haunting coo,
"Ravyn."
He said in a tone of greeting, but didn't move or try to face her. With Ravyn, there was no need for an invite; to sit with him is what he always expected. In fact, there was never that desire to 'try' - an aim to please - with her; no need to act physically or even speak. There was no idle chit-chat, no need for a beginning or end to conversation.
If there is no reason for them to speak, they do not.
If there is no reason for them to exist together, they do not.
Simplicity in an unspoken affinity.
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It's fine (:
I actually forgot to track
Tracking now! I'll see you in the forest, Dagnire! <3
lmao you're so cute XD You
You already tracked this blog by simply commenting on it with that first rp post (:
*Noms face*
"I feel...flat."
This..is epic. I just wanted to practise Zach's stump sitting. Now the poor darling is playing superman at the bottom of the pile. XD
But hai! *waves*
Quote:- - Just a heads up:
As you can see, me too haha.. although I haven't forgotten. It can take me up to a few months until I decide to reply, but I usually always do, eventually.
silver - It was so much fun!
Starling - It's fine; whenever anyone starts an rp on this page they always say that as if I'd be offended if things suddenly stop XD I'm honestly not bothered either way, because I will stop rps too if my muse has gone. (:
Apparently he is. He both
Awh bless XD it's nice to see
"Thank you, sir. I shall take
I've been too busy to write a
"Dag! Dag guess what?! I'm
Tracking this!
PFFT, I AM HARDCORE, THAT'S
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She lowers her head, her front and back ends following; her tail tucks neatly in between her hind legs. It was a gesture of submission; she realized now she wasn't quite welcome.
S-sorry...
She rises quickly, dashing off just as much, taking a place behind a cubby-hole area of the Ruins.
From here, the sound of bones and sinew cracking can be heard, if one were close enough. She only hopes she has put enough distance between her and the brute that it can't reach his ears.
Fur changing hue, legs elongating along with the neck; a helm, sleek and black took the place of her face. She rises, shaking her head slightly. She peeks out from the area of the Ruins, and slinks back to a tree slightly farther from the stag than before. She seats herself, saying nothing, simply watching. She keeps her body touching the ground, her head doing the same, ears drooped. But she keeps her eyes locked on him, unsure of what could happen.
The girl never took rejection well, that was for sure.
*Hugs* ...
...
Know that feeling. Stay
Give your best friend a hug for me. And you, too.
I don't think I could handle
Love you both.
Dag ... :/
All I can offer you is this
*hugs*
Take care, dear.
I know that I don't comment
Thank you for the support.
Estme, it was nice to see you in forest yesterday.
My mind - and time - is otherwise preoccupied to be as active on the community site as I would like to be at the moment, though you may see me in forest as it's wordless interaction that is quite handy to be able to do in my downtime. Things are better though. He's happy, healthy (and plump haha), so I'm not letting a cunt of a paw infection take him away.
Dag isn't disappearing. But his updates have until I feel myself.
Thank you, gang ♥
*Grooms*
It was nice to see you too (:
Sorry things are shit right
All the best.
Sorry things are shit right
All the best.
Sorry things are shit right
All the best.
Urg, I'm sorry for the
^ Fail. Forest was so lovely
Forest was so lovely today. (:
If you read this Mis, your candles were lit for some reason in my game. Awesome.
..Really? That is so dang
But then again I've been seeing people with completely different sets, and completely different picto's, whilst they saw themselves as ..Well themselves.
Aaaah.
(I bet I have magical powers though.)
I just now listened to the
Are those.. whales? In the beginning? 8'D
That's been happening to me
Magical powers... I knew it.
Fin - I have no clue at all haha. They sounded more bird of prey to me, but I didn't know they were there until I gave the song another listen after I posted it.
Edit: Gave it another listen and yes it does sound like whales... haha how random.
Yes, I believe they are
I had a gut feeling even before I heard them, as the piano started to play, that made me think "Oh, this reminds me of whales." And then ahhhhh, when they started singing. ;^;
/random sappiness
*blinds with Stali buttfloof
Hey hey... &hearts
Hey Azura ♥ Do you
Do you mind if I hold off the rp for a while? Looking after bun-bun has de-motivated me from them.
I don't mind at all. Hope
Sagey
Thank you though (:
Here's hoping for the best
By the way, you just about scared me out of my skin back when you went to get me. I happened to look back at the game with the camera zoomed all the way in, and Dag was right there. Scared me, darn you ;;
I'm sorry if I'm intruding
lmao his mask does have that
Ryff, my pet disabled rabbit is in trouble, and I am struggling with the upset because he is my best friend. So I am doing all I can to care for him. I don't want to go into details here as it's complicated.
Oh, I see. *hugs* I really
*Hugs* Thank you. Fin, I
Fin, I just realized...
"Whales, hm? A big blue whale perhaps? Hm?"