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]
Page 36, bitch. :D
fuck ._. I can't remember the
I can't remember the last time I claimed my own page.
*Contributes to chat*
*Contributes to chat*
-insert witty joke here-
-insert witty joke here-
Cake Hey, this is fun. I'm
Hey, this is fun. I'm hungry.
Overkill.
I'm feel excited for you!
I'm excited for you! Hahaha
Edit: Omg epic FAIL. Typo in the top comment and yet I can't edit it.
Omg so epic Dag! Good for you
I'm so happy for you both...
Thanks Starling XD I'll look
Cheers Kimmerzzz <3
He'll have cute competition from your new kitten soon Munkel (;
Oh my god, that is absolutely
No one else looked for cakes.
Ahhh! That's great news! What's the book called? I'd love to see what they have to say about him. ^^
'Grats on you both!!
Congrats on getting your
Smudge is incredibly adorable ;u;
Vee's christmas cake picture actually really confused me lmao.
I don't know what it's
Haha thanks Melusine! Yeah the cake thing (cake made up of Dag colours) was from a blog made on a whim, doesn't matter anymore. (:
Oops, missed your comment Azura! Thanks (: Hey if I decide to get a few soft cover copies, maybe Smudge could sign one for your bun-bun (;
Posted a blog about it here -It's officially on sale now (:
New nickname: Dagler. B| No,
No, I have no idea what it means or stands for, but it sounds awesome dammit.
It's a pokémon. Duh.
Duh.
^ ROFLMAO
Win. I want one.
I want one.
LMAO. That's adorable XD
Epic. I love that Dagnire is
I love that Dagnire is gray, by the way.
Lmao, had too. He'd make a
Hrae - You'll have to evolve it from a Daggy first.
Shaku - Dagler does not wish to be adorable, even if he is pretty *claw-snappies*
Saosin - Thanks, but he isn't grey. To have a blue coat in animals you need a mixture of grey or silver shades to make it specifically via the dilution of black. I owned a blue rex rabbit, and he was so blue I looked up how it was possible as blue isn't a naturally occurring pigmentation. That is where Dag's colour is from.
Ahh, I see. I just meant that
DAGLER LOL. /throws
Awesome seeing you in the forest today lmaoooooo
You are such a pokemon dweeb,
Saosin - Yes, I like when I
Mel-Mel - X3 It was awesome, sorry I couldn't stay for long though! By the way I really, really love your avatar.
Kiyo - Double durr, like it was some big secret? XP
Mel-mel... SDFGHJKDFGHJKHJ
Thank youuu! <3 Right back at chaaa, your avvie is so awesome!
(if you want one I could make you one. :U )
Awh, that's very sweet of
"There once was a rabbit and
The rabbit said "I want a bike helmet" Done
The bear was confused at what the rabbit chose, then said "I want all the bears in the state to be female" Done
The rabbit then said "I want a moterbike" Done
Once again the bear was confused and said "I want all the bears in the world to be female" Done
The rabbit put on his helmet and got on his new moterbike and said.
"I want bear to be gay"
Done"
/FLEE
Ohh! It makes sense now. I'll
It makes sense now.
I'll catch one with my next pokeball. :j
[e]: Vee that's amazing.
Ahahahaha that's an awesome
ocean - You'll need a pretty big pokéball... he's still fat...
You didn't have to leave,
Well, pokeballs seem to have
...-now imagining a Dagler squished in a teeny pokeball-
You talk about respect yet
I did - I don't want Dag to
Edit:
Woah woah, okay so apparently you didn't know despite our conversation ages ago. Spyrre was happy to be with Saosin and everyone else was asleep, so I didn't think to say goodbye because it usually doesn't matter. I said sorry on Spyrre's bio straight away, so... chill, nothing happened and it turned out the perfect time for me to log out anyway.
I remember, but it didn't
I'm alright, I was just pointing something out and clarifying my actions.
That was a very different
WOAH. Well, Im back so.
Um, since Lucifer is gone, I was thinking about making Dinamo temporarily inactive, until Lucifer returns. Um, maybe to make up for their rp, we could start a new one with my newest caracter, Thriae?
I'm...I'm horrible I know.
I'm...I'm horrible I know.
Tilted her head and swung it around swiftly, smoothly bringing their noses together over the red plain of her back. Being under the shadow of his body she hardly felt small at the moment, more at peace as she breathed in the scent of the forest from him. Like the pine needles after fresh fallen snow. Like the taste of melting spring water after a harsh winter.
“Hnn, hardly Sir. Your actions speak enough tales of your love for others in this haven. Words are not always the only way to get your feelings across…”
Wet noses touched, a tongue licking up his short strong muzzle of colors. Sighing slowly her eyes lowered, blue pools becoming dim behind the shadows of her mask.
“Much can be said without a single word between two..”
Softly the words slipped through like a breath on the wind, reaching outwards to sink loving fingers deep into the soft fur of time, getting lost in the sea of blue and white to search for his heart. A slight change in her eyes told him she stared at him, soft whispering thoughts swirling within those unnatural blue pools that mixed and danced at him. Stories weaved silently through the trees, riding between the feathers of birds wings and landing at the blades of grass at their hooves, reaching up the two sets of legs to share the words she spoke so loudly to him, yet silence is what filled the space between their gaze.
Dina - Saying here too so it
JETTEM IS A HORRID CREATURE.
*eats and feels sick* ♥
A fissure split the red wall of his forehead that curved to surround the small, deep and determined bistre eyes staring her down. There was not a flicker nor a fault in his gaze, his thick furrowed brow casting a shadow over his sockets. Words are not always needed as she so rightly said, and her eyes begged for the way only seldom managed to reach him.
As he stared, the story between them changed. Jettem's was fluid; he could almost taste and feel the way she gave everything she had to everyone she wanted, washing over their outstretched arms and wrapping them around her using a silken heart. Sensual, treasured and unforgettable.
Her eyes told of a river, and his told of a dam made of stone.
An anchored bull who loved unconditionally, a loyalty steadfast and absolute to those who gave him the freedom to move and fuel his belligerence to bar his own suffering. Those trials were his, and those he loved knew their purpose. To be there when he was with them. To not be there when he was not.
Now, an ominous glare that wanted to push her just one step back, but not in fear.
"What if one sees something they do not wish to see."
A hint of a knowing smile as the cracks in his face recede, and the dam opens a gate.
Such a giant, with a face of
Such a giant, with a face of a protector and guardian. Deep water stirred in his eyes, ink pools that told tales and whimsical stories on the surface. But below ran deep and fast, tugging on the innocent wanderer who dove too far down into those hidden thoughts.
There was much she knew of the surface of the large bull, easy pickups from watching from afar and hearing the stories of his life in the Forest. By no means did he share the life of a new born cherished fawn. Those shoulders were strong for a reason, his crown larger than most and formidable yet held proudly and without dragging his head along the grass covered floor.
How can one love so much after such trials? How can one not have given up after realizing what he had over his countless trials and curses? Where the gifts of friendship and returned love strong enough to keep him going? Was the current within his bold gaze prepared to take her along and down the river to the vast oceans of his mind?
Unblinking her eyes merely shifted after he spoke, easily roaming over his handsome face of bold markings and envious a little over such wonderful colors he wore. Slowly she swept up the lines and contours of his face, his jaw, wet nose and bridge of his muzzle before finding his eyes again.
"To turn away from a path opened to them, one that has been hidden and kept safe from the outside and shown to a rare few...let it be added on the weight of their shoulders for not having the courage to see. I ask to walk the whole path, not just the parts where the sun shines brightest."
Finally closing her eyes for a short moment to blink the red lids lifted again, a smile on her muzzle.
"The shadows are where one realizes...just how bright your flame is."
50fps.... Oh my god, I hate
Oh my god, I hate you.
jk jk jk &hearts ;;
That's freaking awesome. I wish my laptop could run like that ;;
Bloop. :> ♥
♥
Azura - Ahaha XJ Though
liviasyran - Must retaliate.... bleep? 8|
silent - I really would like to continue this, but your blog post... do you want to stop? I wouldn't want to force you if that is how you feel... -hug-
Everyday I'm shuf-fl-in'
Omfg, Dag. I. Love. That
Ohftpoo. I totally forgot to continue the RP. Um, I dont know. Do you feel like RPing with Thriae, or should we just take another break?
I mean, I dont want you to burn out, but I dont want you to be bored all day either. xD Im fine either way~ <3
Hehe, well since the CSS is
Isn't it great? It's been #1 here for 4 weeks I think. I love the dancing at the end! Robot head guy rules.
Okay, I might as well, then.
And, omfg yes. I havent seen the video yet, but I will once my laptop cooperates. Its crashing whenever I try to open Youtube or a video.
Here I type, may take a little while~
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She was alone, walking, wandering, paying no attention. She was Thriae, a large horned doe, the only one of her breed here in the Forest. And, in the midst of her walking, she spotted a regal looking and heavily antlered stag not too far off.
'Strange, I have not heard of a stag like this before.', she thought to herself. Without hesitation, she begun to pick her way through a column of daises, towards this large stag. She cleared her throat to make herself apparent, but says nothing to the stag. Her green eyes flashed as she continued to walk towards him, bowing her head slightly once she caught his attention. "Hello..", her voice poured out as she let the words form, it playing a soft and soothing tune over all ears near.
I wanna RP with Dag, and I
Also, I don't wanna fry your brain - I'm not that evil.
...
Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps.
I do not mind continuing with
I do not mind continuing with the rp. Little things...are easier.