Went back to sit near the newborn fawn today when a stranger came by. Comforted the fawn when she seemed hurt by the stranger's spellcasting, and her father came back. Learned that the father's name is Achilles, the fawn's Lyre, the mother's Rae. Also learned that Achilles is the brother to Akhenaton, making Authieu family to them.
December 31, 2016
A doe gave birth near his home last night, and ventured out today to meet them, but only found a little pale fawn. Didn't know where her parents were and didn't want her to wander off, so stayed nearby to entertain her with bubble blowing and a bit of hopping. Sat near her until she fell asleep, then moved back to his trees.
August 22, 2016
Met the deer Ajokoira while moping by his trees. Was stunned by the stag's wounds and attempted to get his attention with little success. Ajokoira came back a while later with even more wounds and Authieu discovered the language barrier between them. Despite this, invited the stranger into his home and tried to show him how to wash wounds with clean water. Offered him some food to eat and generally just tried to offer a safe place for the predator to rest in for the time being. Tried to do what his mother would do if he were her- take care of those who seem in need.
August, 2016
Was playing around with a small snail in the First Forest when Eloa came by. The two of them exchanged pleasantries when the conversation switched around to talking about his parents. Wondered how they were and the two decided to visit their home in the human world. With Eloa's magick, they were teleported to the ranch. Upon entering the house, the scene of old blood stains and a ransacked home silently told the story of his parents' fate. Authieu broke down, and Eloa sheparded him away. Before returning to the forest, Authieu took a small doll from the home as a reminder of his parents, which Eloa blessed. With little intent to return to the morbid ranch, Eloa and Authieu returned to the forest. Intends to stay by himself in his small workshop within the Birch Forest.
January 31, 2016
Helped Eloa and her vampire friend Aureus get to the human world. Invited them to visit his dormitory at Oxford for a short while until they had to leave to continue their quest for a dreamcatcher. Was quite content with his hosting skills, and hopes to see the duo again.
October 7, 2015
Met Eloa last night as he was running to watch the fireflies, she was so strange to him, but they began to converse and it felt as if he was speaking to an old friend. Talked of science and magicks, lands beyond their own. Agreed to meet up with the doe later on to talk of such things again. Eloa.
Name:
Authieu (Aw-thee-yu) Myst
True name: TreeBark
Sex:
Male, buck
Cervine Age:
4 years
Human Age:
25 years
Birthday:
December 6th
Entered the forest on:
December 6th, 2012
Current Scent: (in order of strength)
Achilles
Natural Scent:
A light musk, his scent is very easily overridden by others
Breed:
Whitetail, TEF deer
Size: 9
Voice: #EEB422
Derek Miller (the voice in English)
Orientation:
Not certain
Mate:
None
Offspring:
None
Home:
A little secluded glen in the Birch Wood
Treasures:
Bits of bark, several stones, dead insects, bones of small critters, dried flowers, a doll taken from his parents' home
Set:
Grey/Long pelt, Golden Butterfly mask, Venetian Carnival antlers
Face Claim: [X]
Relations
Aria Myst:
Mother. Dearest and nearest to his heart. Tries to visit when he thinks she might not be busy, but overall tries to keep out of her way, especially with the new little ones around. Loves dearly and would be devastated if she were to be hurt. Deceased, mourns her daily. Lost without her.
Akhenaton:
Adopted father. Cherishes, and wishes he knew the owl stag better, but enjoys their relationship regardless. Looks up to and would like to go on an adventure with him sometime Deceased, mourns him daily.
Athair:
Father. Presumed deceased. Doesn't remember very well, a shadow in his mind.
Irie:
Twin sister. Hasn't seen in a long time. Misses, sometimes looks for. Silent company. Considers her to be his best friend.
Eloa:
The beautiful, angel doe. A neat conversationalist and one Authieu enjoys talking to. Now considered a good, reliable friend.
Ajokoira:
A strange black and white stag that eats bugs and speaks an unknown language. Seems calm enough. Wary of, but will try to help if Ajo needs it.
Achilles, Rae, Lyre, and others:
Recently learned of the familial connection between Akhenaton and Achilles. Achilles is his uncle, Lyre his cousin, Rae his aunt. Has yet to meet the rest of the family, but is extremely excited that his family has grown.
Gia, Kasar, Kyra:
Half-siblings, doesn't know well. Hasn't seen in a long time.
Paola:
Deceased half-sister. Doesn't mourn, and feels guilty because of this.
Oria:
A faint memory. Knows her name and who she is, but doesn't know personally.
Phaios:
Grandmom. Loves being around the doe. Find her silent nature and caring instinct to be calming. Deceased. Hopes that she feels better now.
Sianna:
A distant memory. Remembers being impressed by her attitude.
Personality
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Abilities
Holds no magick within him save for the slight spellcasting awarded by his presence in the forest. Moreso a thinker, works with his mind and his hooves.
Aria curled her body around her smallest fawn and helped him lick the small scratches he's obtained from running from the strange blue deer."Oh my..you hurt yourself pretty good now didn't you Authieu"she said with a soft voice as she continued to clean the tiny wounds.
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You do not have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis
He looked up at her and snuggled into her feathers, enjoying the gentle feeling of her cleaning his scratches. "Maaaa." Authieu bleated, tugging on one of her feathers with his little mouth when one of the cuts stung as she cleaned them.
She giggled as she kept cleaning his wounds. The fawn was just so small. Was she this tiny? She really could not remember. Soon enough all the wounds were clean and no longer bleeding. Playfully she nipped at the little one's ears but only with her lips. Then ruffled his mix of fur and feathers between his ears. "All done"she said gently.
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You do not have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis
Auth flicked his ears left and right, trying to avoid her nipping mouth. "Ahhh" He bleated breathily, trying to reproduce what she had just said. "Ayaaa. Da... -done."
Aria looked at her son in surprise. Only a day old and he spoke! Impressive! "Good job Authieu!"she giggled softly. "My what a smart little boy you are"she said nuzzling the side of his face with her own. The white doe just couldn't get over how wonderfully soft her fawns were. In her whole life she'd never felt anything like it.
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You do not have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis
Authieu bit down gently on his tongue and laid his head on the ground, his mouth feeling as if it had been stretched to it's maximum. Talking was hard. He vowed at that moment to only use his mouth for screaming and eating. Of course this vow would be broken when talking became easy, but for now that's what'd he do.
Aria loved adorable things and now having two of them before her and not only that both were hers and hers alone just made the doe incredibly happy. She touched the small one's nose with her own and nuzzled him."You'll get it one day"she said closing her eyes and smiling.
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You do not have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis
Was your deer the mini who was playing and dancing with my little donkey filly near the huge rocks? I don't have a name for her yet, but thank you for playing with her! (If that was your deer) ^^ And in case you don't remember she was wearing the orca mask, magpie feathers, grey pelt and mini spell. c:
Just trying to get the guy to bond with his step kids, no drama or awful drama, unless Auth has an issue with him that neither of us(him or I) are aware of. If you could start that'd be great...I'm blanking.
Authieu lay his head on his forelegs, positively bored with everything that went on in the forest. The tulips were nice to look at and the stars on strings provided many hours of trying to figure out how they worked, but he couldn't take notes on them, so anything the buck found out was essentially lost due to his poor memory. The buck looked up at the older owl stag, wondering if he was warm under all his feathers. He looked back down at the ground, drawing in the hard dirt with his hoof. "What's in the sky?" Authieu asked after a while, looking blankly at his scribble of a bird above stick trees.
"The sky?" The stag repeated, folding his limbs under him settle down by the young male. He had been half watching him doodle, half staring off into space. "Well..." he paused, his mind groping for an answer, "birds and the stars, for one thing. Clouds too."
Authieu paused his drawing to stare straight up, there surely was more...? The sky was such a mysterious place. Maybe one day he'd figure out how those mushroom circles work and make himself a dove for the day. The buck tilted his head, thoughts whirring about his mind like cars on the autobahn. "What's it like to fly?"
The stag followed his gaze for a moment, before allowing his gaze to travel to the trees at the young buck's question. His mother had asked the same thing. Granted so did nearly every wingless deer he had ever met. His response was always the same, though. His opinion of flight rarely changed. "It feels like the whole world has been unlocked for you," he murmured with a twitch of his wings, "You're weightless, in the air. You have the whole world to look at, with nothing but the wind and the birds to keep you company."
Authieu let the owl stag's words sink in; closing his eyes as he tried to imagine it. "That sounds like it would be amazing... But if you stayed up there for too long, wouldn't you get lonely? It's not like the wind can talk." He replied, opening his eyes. "Anyplace can get lonely enough without at least one deer to talk to I guess."
The stag nodded, "It can get rather lonely at times." He shifted in place before adding, "Flying is best when there is someone there to share it with...and indeed it can. It can be the most beautiful place in the world, but it means nothing if no one is there to share it with you."
He looked down at his drawing, using his hoof to smear the bird out of the picture. After doing so he replaced it with a stick-figure deer with wings, with little lines trailing behind it to create the illusion of movement. Authieu raised his head to look at the bouncing stars in the distance. An experiment had to be made with them. Perhaps he could weigh one of them down enough to tie something to it. Then test greater and greater weights and how high it could go. Sighing, he put his head back down. Easier said than done. "I guess wingless deer belong on the ground."
The stag tilted his head, "Not necessarily," he answered, the ghost of a smile forming on his beak. He couldn't quite smile, but he could get close, "Not if you know someone with wings."
"And who here do I know that ha- Oh right." If Authieu could blush, he would. "They blend in well with the rest of your body." The buck said sheepishly, trying to regain what dignity might have been thrown out because of his blunder. He shook his head lightly to put his feathers in a different arrangement, something to do to break the awkwardness that probably was caused. How could you not notice wings? Wings?! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...
Akhenaton was somewhat surprised by that, but he merely shook his head, looking up toward the sky. The trees were too dense in that area though, he'd have to take him to an open spot...maybe the pond. Abruptly he got to his feet, nudging the young male, "It's okay, come on though, would you like to go flying? It's not the same as if you had your own wings, unless you want to wait for a forest spell to be casted on you..."
His jaw dropped. F-flying? For real? He'd get to fly!? The little buck almost bounced to stand like a tightly-coiled spring, giving a small squeal of excitement. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! I'd love to fly!" He hopped and did a small jig and he struggled to contain his glee. Finally he'd get to see the northern land of mystery and wonder. The ever-changing yonder. This was an opportunity he could not pass up.
Bebe ♥
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~ C.S. Lewis
He is so stinkin' cute.
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Thanks guys. ;3;
Oria: Well hello there, my
Congrats, btw. HE'S SHO CUTE!
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Thanks Pop. :3
Ahh... So this is Ikoll's new
Ahh... So this is Ikoll's new chew-toy? The Rahn'll definitely teach the boy how to be an Iko kind of man...This kid is too cute. Trackin' it up.
Oh. No. This will be
Oh. No. This will be glorious. XDThanks Proud. <3
Aria curled her body around
~ C.S. Lewis
He looked up at her and
She giggled as she kept
~ C.S. Lewis
Auth flicked his ears left
Aria looked at her son in
~ C.S. Lewis
Authieu bit down gently on
Aria loved adorable things
~ C.S. Lewis
Trackalak!
Orin went to bed. Y'all're
I know, Authi doesn't know
Ohw, fawns are both hungry
Is in game?
He was for a little bit, but
I'll bring him back in. ^^
He is adorable!
Was your deer the mini who
Yes indeedy, Elhaym! That was
They should meet again sometime.
WHY HAS I NOT TRACKED THIS
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Thanks Pop but you've already
I want to RP with him and
I could start if you want?
What kind of situation were you looking for?
Just trying to get the guy to
Okie doke ^^ ~~~~~ Authieu
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Authieu lay his head on his forelegs, positively bored with everything that went on in the forest. The tulips were nice to look at and the stars on strings provided many hours of trying to figure out how they worked, but he couldn't take notes on them, so anything the buck found out was essentially lost due to his poor memory. The buck looked up at the older owl stag, wondering if he was warm under all his feathers. He looked back down at the ground, drawing in the hard dirt with his hoof. "What's in the sky?" Authieu asked after a while, looking blankly at his scribble of a bird above stick trees.
"The sky?" The stag repeated,
Authieu paused his drawing to
The stag followed his gaze
Authieu let the owl stag's
The stag nodded, "It can get
He looked down at his
The stag tilted his head,
"And who here do I know that
Akhenaton was somewhat
His jaw dropped. F-flying?
Mainly re-tracke!
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