Name: Woden
Species: Fay/Fairy
Gender: Stag
Primary Set:
Skull mask, Zombie Antlers, Monarch Butterfly Pelt
Transitions at will to the raven form.

Woden’s Diary
June 4th, 2012
Having spent many months now as a raven, the Fay doesn’t quite remember he is anything but a corvid at this point, just a few faint whispers of what he really is lurking in the back of his mind. Prefers it that way, life is simpler without the press of years bearing down. Found Mato, nervous as ever trying to steal skull masks from sleeping deer. Oh, Woden loved this game! Helped Mato steel a mask then followed him to the crying idol, where there were a few deer laying there, went and squawked at them and distracted them so Mato could do his thing washing the skull. Met an Ephire Raven. He was a bit bigger then Woden Raven, didn’t like this so did some forest magic to make himself bigger, backfired. Became a gigantic raptor raven. Scared poor Riptail. Felt bad about it. Ah well, went on the prowl for some more skull masks. Flew around in the birch. Found a little baby mini fawn (Lane), thought to take her skull, but she thought he was there to cuddle her. Contemplated just picking her up and carrying her off. Thought better of it, went in search of more skulls. Found Mato at the ruins again, saw Ephire raven, showed off how big he was now. Went back to being a normal sized Raven. Spied Illrose sitting on the ruins, flew over and boldly ripped her skull mask off and tried to fly off with it. This made the doe mad for some reason and she chased him, trying to stomp on him! In a rare show of bravery, Mato tried to protect him. It was short lived though as he ran off again pretty quickly, but Woden did okay squawking at Illrose and “scaring” her off again. Spotted Cutlass, not wanting to wait for him to fall asleep, ran up and ripped his skull mask off too. Success! Two skulls! Tried to take Umay’s too but she thought he was playing with her and the raven was unable to get a grip on her mask with her running all about so gave up. Dragged his two skulls, back to Mato , so proud of his victories. Mato buried them. What a fun game!

September 22nd, 2011
Met a Ravely crow, pleased to have found another corvid friend to play with, the two birds flew off to find mischief. They came upon Mato, Woden gleefully introducing his new crow friend to the odd fellow who was sure to be a source of amusement. Not to be disappointed, the creature led them on another search for sleeping deer with skull masks to steal. Helped him steal the mask from a brown deer by the pond, then watched him wash it at the crying idol and bury it in a grave at the ruins. Made an attempt at stealing Leviathann’s skull while she slept, but Henna awoke, scaring Mato right off. Woden, not so easily perturbed, continued to try and snatch the skull, until Henna’s disapproving scowl, made him slink off at last. Moved onto the next victim, and helped Mato steal Faye’s skull mask, burying it also. Mato appeared exuberant and joyful after this, making Woden very pleased for the odd creature. He thought it was great fun too.

September 21st, 2011
Visiting the forest in Raven form, Woden met up with the little jackdaw, Migisi, remembering her from the fun they’d had pestering the big icy stag. Always up for mischief, the Fay found her following around a very bizarre creature with arm like appendages named Mato. Greeted the little crow, blissfully unaware that she was anything but happy to see him. Mato turned out to be a very skittish fellow, perplexing Woden when he ran away in fear from the little birds. Eventually he seemed to accept their company but the silly lout still bumped into him a few times in his frantic attempts to flee from any deer that approached. Followed the strange creature around with Migisi. Watched him unsuccessfully try and steal the skull masks from sleeping deer. What fun! Woden liked this game so helped Mato in the task, then followed the creature as he ran off with a skull to the crying idol and proceeded to wash it. Followed Mato to the ruins where Woden and Migisi helped him bury the skull in a grave. Even better! Indeed a fun game. Woden was pleased with the accomplishment. After Mato left Woden tried to follow Migs but quickly lost sight of her. Forgetting what he had been doing in the first place, the Fay went to sit in a sunbeam. Rested there a while when a large skull faced kirin pelted deer ran up and started trying to stomp on him. Aggravated the Fay, leapt out of the way and threw a pelt spell at the deer, causing it to run off again.

September 11th, 2011
Very pleased to see Cybelle in forest again, jumped and played with the little doe, finding himself being drawn more often in forest to seek out her company. Transformed into a Raven and played with a small murder of 3, getting himself drawn into crow behavior, going off with them to taunt at and tease a great cold stag that aloofly tried to ignore them. Thinking it all in good fun until the great white antlered doe that was with the icy stag, gave raven Woden a good stomping. Injured, he flapped away back to Cybelle, finally gaining enough wits about him to transform back his stag form, thus healing his injuries. Stayed resting with the little doe the rest of the evening.

September 8th, 2011
Played in the forest, met Cybelle, sat with the tiny doe as a raven. Revealed his large deer form, transitioning quickly between the two forms in good spirits. Met Ebolah, a tiny mini fawn and become distressed when it was afraid of his deer form. Tried to win it over and eventually succeeded. Played with it and Cybelle.

August 12, 2011
Returned to the forest from Fairy when he sensed the dark magic from his young acolyte. Found the little black doe passed out in the birch, knowing full well the current misery she must be in from her elicit dabbling. Awoke her. Didn’t need to remind her of the dangers of black magic or any heavy magic use, even white. “You are ill prepared for such things. And it could destroy you.” Torn now whether to educate her further as guidance would be better than letting her flail with blind attempts that could hurt herself or others. “What to do with you Herla?”





May 18, 2011
Just returned from an extended stay in Fairy. Don’t know how long I was gone…time passes differently there. ((Running around the forest as a mini, wearing the candles in celebration of the rain.))

May 7, 2010
Defeated a pack of Rock Hounds defending Nekumbra, now gravely injured. Forgotten how to heal and too weak to remember.
Later that evening...
With the help of Natheniel, the poison was pushed back so I could transform...thus healing my wounds. I took the form of The Raven. ((and not just any raven, a @#$%ing GIANT Raven.))

May 01, 2011
Having strange dreams that leave me tired in the morning like I haven’t slept at all.

Met a little Bluebird today. He played in a hyacinth patch with Liam and I.

April 30, 2011
I have promised my protection to the spider-doe Nekumbra if the dragon should attack her for keeping her faith and refusing to attack fawns. If she should succumb to her baser instincts again however and destroy a fawn, then I shall help her find peace. I will not allow to her suffer an existence where she is forced to cannibalize one’s own kind, it is no life that would be welcomed, and a kindness it would be to end it for her.
April 28, 2011
Very aggrieved that Nekumbra killed 3 fawns today. I should have done more to help keep her from this awful travesty. How can one change someone’s very nature though? Leviathann has been teaching Nekumbra to hunt the small creatures of the forest as an alternative to eating fawns. This grieves me but it grieves me less then death of the fawnlings, and maybe if I’d brought this up sooner, the death of the fawns could have been avoided.

I’ve been remembering more things. Plant lore, and forest magic that I did not know, I knew. Trying so hard to remember more so I can help. But it hurts. The knowledge has its price and my head aches. Some things I remember make me feel panicked and afraid and I want to hide away…and forget again.

I have put aside the mini spell for now to be big. Big voice and big antlers. I feel I will need them…

April 26, 2011
Spending time with the unfortunate spider doe, Nekumbra. Her plight saddens me. I helped her find grubs by breaking open rotting bark on fallen trees. I hope it can be enough for her. I shall keep a watchful eye though so that she won’t be tempted to eat any of the forest’s fawns. I have a vague memory…I am to protect the forest? But I forget such things so quickly. Best not to dwell on things I can’t recall. It just makes my head ache.

In other news I am quite pleased with being mini. Easier to squeeze into tight spots. And I love my tiny voice! I shall run all over the forest calling out so all can hear it! I think everybody else thinks it’s pretty clever too. Why just yesterday I chased a mini peacock antlered deer all through the forest calling and calling. What fun.

Liam is a fun new friend. He gets sad a scared sometimes and I don’t know why. I shall stand buy him and make sure he knows I am there. I may be mini but I can be large if I need to be. And my antlers can protect all of the forest. Which I am supposed to do. Protect it. I think. I can’t remember.

Woden is undoubtedly very old as he is Fay, but his memories from previous incarnations are poor. He is a strange juxtaposition of extreme age and boisterous youth, owing mainly to his poor memory. He is immortal. A forest spirit. His lack of memory retention is partly his own fault and is a self defense mechanism against the machinations of age. Remembering hurts. Too many years, too many changes. So he ignores them. He is happy in his endless, virtually unchanging forest. It suits him. The trees are his old friends, the rocks venerated ancestors, the earth great mother of all. He will play and romp with fawns and other deer, and gets great joy from their company and liveliness, but he also has a strange sense of detachment to all things around him. He knows these things are ephemeral, they will change, move on, and he…he will forget. He just can’t take anything too seriously.
Though almost always upbeat and happy, Woden has brief interludes of full memory. These are hard times for him. As he is forced too mourn all that has gone and all that has changed. He will hide himself away and force it all away again. So he can walk his forest in happiness again.

Feel free to interact with Woden here.
I am new to roleplaying overall but I would love more chances to develop my character and spend time with yours. There are many deer that I meet in the forest but cannot find them here or a bio, but if I can find them, I'll say hi on their bio pages. If you find Woden in the forest and would like to say hi here as well it is greatly welcomed. I love learning about new deer.