5.5.21
This poor gal is finally getting the update she deserves!!! It has been so long and I've been playing her this whole time. So much is lost to the inter webs.
ANYWAYS, New and updated bio on TEFC, TH bio to follow. Sorana is participating in the Spring Rally hosting her own little spring offering. A floral mandala of sorts will be designed and built with the help of others over the course of the spring rally. The final design will be presented at the end of the Spring Rally and then blown away as the event comes to an end.
She is also helping to watch fawns and yearlings allowing them to play in her garden creating flower crowns, hunt for bugs and she's open for trading seeds/goods.

1.14.19
Wondered the forest with her father chasing after insects before they visited the pond where she pounced and chased after the frogs and fish. The two spent most of their day down by the water until she tired herself out and then they returned to their home tree to curl up for the night.

1.6.19
THERE IS A LOT TO UPDATE. HOPING TO POST UPDATES TOMORROW

Following dad around and being hyper- constantly
bug hunting- everyday
playing in the snow- all the time
wearing cute sweaters- <3
starting to get little plants on her back- RECENT
BABY ROOT- 12.30.18 (this is her niece/nephew fight her and tell her shes wrong. She is WRONG...)
Got stuck inside Grandma's tree trunk face - This is a fact.
10.16.18
NEW CSS and beautiful Bio art by Lathyrus
10.01.18
THE PUMPKIN HATCHES AT 12:00 AM
Another day in the forest was coming to an end as a loud snapping sound broke the silence in the forest. The sapling clearly showed a crack forming across the wood going along the branch splintering in parts. There wasn't much left holding the pumpkin as the soft cracking sound grew. The fawn didn't like the sound and laid curled tightly within the pumpkin ears flat against their neck. They could hear noise of others and they're here...their voice calmed her. They were all visitors from before. The loud cracking of the branch finally splitting in two was terrifying to the fawn. The sapling snapped up and wiggled back and fourth while the pumpkin lays slightly cracked on the floor of the forest. There was a small crack in the pumpkins side where they could easily see the fawn, but not big enough for the fawn to crawl out. There fur was covered in a thick orange goo and pumpkin seeds. The legs closest to the hooves were a deep reddish orange color blending through to a pumpkin orange with their back being a gold orange color with white spots. There ears wiggled as a hoof wiped the goo from their eyes. The fawn blinked before two bright sky blue eye starred back at them. Just as the bright moonlight lit up the sky the fawn was born into the forest. The fawns family happily greeted the young doe encouraging her to stand withe the rut coming into full swing now she would need to learn to walk. She was curious and curled tightly besides her family members under a small blanket given to her by Miro(her father). (welcome baby Sorana!)
9.30.18
It was a rather cool morning today, a gentle breeze blows through the forest rustling the leaves on the tress. The small little sapling deep within the forest sways and shakes its leaves. Somewhere near the ruins you can find this sapling carrying a large pumpkin. The pumpkin bends the sapling further eat day, the pumpkin is but inches from the ground. Beautiful plants of different variety surround the pumpkin like lavender, herbs and berries. The little fawn inside the pumpkin was just waking up with the forest. their ears slowly rise listening to the muted sounds. 'Its louder today' they thought. The fawn stretched inside, tapping its hooves against the inner walls. A soft knocking sound can be heard as the pumpkin shakes and sways from the fawns movement and the first cracking sounds can be heard from the saplings branch.
9.26.18
The world has been rather quiet, there weren't a lot of visitors, just one. The fawn became excited as they began to tell them stories and just talk to the pumpkin. *I want to meet them......* The small fawn within stretched and shifted within the pumpkin. The sapling struggles to hold the pumpkin with every passing day. The fawn taps her head against the side of the pumpkin seeing if the caregiver will notice. *Hello....* they think to them self as a small muffled sound was heard within as well as the tapping of the small ones head from within.

Miro- Miro moves closer to the pumpkin, pressing his side against it, offering the unborn fawn some warmth. He nuzzled the gourd, still beyond thrilled over the prospect of having his own fawn. "You sure are active, aren't you?" The golden stag told to the pumpkin, finally resting curling up around it, resting his head at it's exterior. Every little bump and muffled sound from inside the pumpkin caused Miro's heart to flutter. He was excited and could sense he'd be meeting his fawn soon.

Pumpkin- The fawn calmed as they felt the presence of their caregiver. The pumpkin was warmer on one side and the thudding sounds of their heart could be heard within the pumpkin. Filled with joy the small fawn curled up close to the side of the pumpkin pressing against it as they pushed their small hooves against the other side of the pumpkin, having grown far too big for the pumpkin already. tell me a story.... they thought before making some tapping sounds and little muffled noises. They wanted to get the attention of the caregiver in hopes of a story.

Miro- The Little Sun laughed as the fawn made her presence even clearer. He had nothing left to tell of family, having told it all to her by now, and began telling another tale. He made a point of telling the child various tales of Slavic origin. It was fitting. Something Miro felt at peace doing. As he spoke he adjusted some baby blankets he had knitted in preparation whilst visiting grandparents, gently tucking some around the base of the pumpkin, and storing some underneath the ferns and foliage at his tree's roots.

Pumpkin- the laugh echoed through the pumpkin startling the fawn at first, but they could her the happy tone in their voice. *you seem so warm....* they said as they rubbed the side of the pumpkin with their head. They started to settle down curling into a ball as the Slavic stories began, but just the sound of their voice was enough for them. It was comforting, warm, like they were embrace. This was why they kicked at the pumpkins walls.
9.21.18
Today there was a new visitor. they bumped the sides of my small world as they squeaked and spoke to the voice whose been with me since the beginning. "Aunt...." they thought "what is an aunt?" the pumpkin wiggled as the fawn within it stretched its legs and pushed against the sides causing the pumpkin ti wiggle about.
9.13.18
Over the pasted months the pumpkin continued to grow in peace within Miro's garden surrounded by lavender, herbs and flowers. The vines of the pumpkin twist and intertwine themselves within the garden. The pumpkin rests against the ground with the sapling struggling, wanting to snap from all of the weight from the pumpkin. The fawn that grows within the pumpkin wiggles about stretching and kicking reacting to the sounds. As the sun shines down on it, sometimes its as if you can see the small fawn within.
8.20.18
The pumpkin has grown to about the size of a cantaloupe, the poor saplings branch is bending in a curved structure due to the weight of the pumpkin. There has been a warm presence that visits often. I like when they visit, they talk softly to me about things. Im not sure what they are but i just like that they are there.

6.14.18
After a few days the garden began to flourish and thus began the growth of a small pumpkin in color bulb growing on the young saplings branches bending it slightly. What was once quiet became very loud, spooky sounds of unfamiliar voices and the constant quaking booms as others stomped around the garden. What an intriguing place.

6.01.18
Miro delicately creates a garden within the forest, this is the beginning of my story. Anything is possible with some magical pumpkin seeds and a piece of Miro's antler. But for now, the forest remains quiet.

Name Sorana
Forest-given sunsprout
Sobriquets Pumpkinbabe, Lady Autumn
Gender Female
Age 2 yrs
Birth date 10.01.18
Size #16
Species red deer with heavy plant influences
Scent pumpkin spice and lavender
Haunt Tree/garden
Reference Sorana

Kind - Warm - Optimistic - Nurturing - Adventurous - Curious
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The Autumn Doe : A slender doe with sun so bright and warm it's as if you are in the presence of the sun itself. Her hooves are a a deep golden yellow while her legs are a deep red that blend into a brilliant orange before fading into a rich golden yellow pelt. Her Eyes are of a bright blue like that of a summer sky. Her eyes are lined with thin white markings really making them pop against her pelt.
Foliage:
Spring & early summer: Golden ferns, Lavender, and luscious green pumpkin vines with large yellow/orange flowers.
Late summer & fall: Golden ferns, Lavender and the beginning of a pumpkin. One pumpkin will grow while the others remain yellow flowers. Once fall hits the yellow flowers will die and the Pumpkin will complete its growth. The pumpkin is carved at the beginning of October and become possessed by spirits while the realms are thin.
Winter: After the pumpkin, vines, and Lavender die off all that remains are twigs and golden ferns.

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Human Sorana: A young woman with bright golden blonde curly hair and brilliant blue eyes with fair skin of Slovakian descent. No tattoos or glasses. Standing about 5 ft 6 in and 140 lbs, she has a relatively athletic build. She enjoys gardening and going on adventures in search of new floral and fawn but mainly insects.

🙚 nonumy <---i never save a link code, this will stay until needed XD

- Blood -
Miro Father.
The apple of her eye and her inspiration. Sole providor and protector, her sun and rock in this world. a sense of home and longing. Lives with him in the human world.

Brin Uncle.
It's been a long time since we've seen one anothers. I wonder what bugs you have growing on your back now. A sense of wonder and protection. Longing to see again, hopes he's alright.

Blaž Uncle.
Unsure, haven't seen in a long time.

Zlata Aunt.
Adores and loves. Happy to have seen her again recently. Hope the two have more time to bond together now theyn when she was younger. Will seek her out.

Jagoda Grandmother.
Best grandma ever, spoil me rotten and show me some love. Adores and cherishes, would do anything for her. A sense of warmth, love and home. Misses

'Sol stag' Grandfather.
Unmet, not around.

- Positive -
Para
Her favorite Kitty. Someone she met curing the rut, and holds a soft spot in her heart. Enjoys his company and will seek him out. Hopes to get to know him better. favored.
Menace
An old friend from when they were both small. Recently appeared but had been missing them. Hopes to rekindle their friendship and spend some time together.

- Seen -
Matthew
Father to the small fawn Yuzuru who visited during the spring rally.
Yuzuru
A young fawn eager to help out with the offering. Enjoyed her time with the fawn, would protect and watch after.
Nadira
A sweet doe that joined her during the spring rally. Has only just met her but wishes to learn more about her. perhaps it the beginning of a new friendship

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- Past -
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- Possession -
🙚 Knitted blankets from Miro.
🙚 Necklace from Brin.
🙚 Assortment of seeds from various users and worlds.
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