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]
oh look mine ...AGAIN
...AGAIN MUAHAHAH
ROFL I think you own most new
And yes of course you can use it if you want to! XD' I enjoyed her "deal with it" sunglasses XB
DID I HEAR... SUNGLASSES?
SUNGLASSES?
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This should totally be a thing: biography image graffiti.
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It would be ironically fitting if Dag brought it back, ha.
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Gahhh thank you ben! I knew
Mjrn - No joy for yoo.
Apparently this weather is meant to stay with us in the UK until the end of April /:
Starling:
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/ WHY IT NO GET BIGGER
WHY IT NO GET BIGGER
/ I KNOW LOL I'VE PUT SIZE =
I KNOW LOL I'VE PUT SIZE = 1000 ON THIS ONE.
tefc u can't contain me i do
tefc u can't contain me i do wat i waunt.
/ I don't know what your
I don't know what your problem is...
Aha, you're sneaky and
BBCODE however has a limited size of 48px, apparently.
Indeed! I was also hoping you
rofl whatever i did was gonna
It's been warm here the last
GOOD FOR YOU. -gross sobbing-
-gross sobbing-
BAM. Iss ok though. I crai
Iss ok though.
I crai 4 u.
Cuz i wub u.
/dies all over bio
Mjrn - OH YOU *chases* Clare
Clare - I just cleaned.
>A> /smears
Such a beauty. ~ Warm tracks
This blog is filled with so
Tracking. ♥
I just went through all these
it's like the end of an awesome movie.
Welcome home.
"..." Her voice startled
Her voice startled him, and he took a moment to really look at her before considering his reply. Dag's expression was a strange, solemn look of intense gratitude, and he got to his knees and bowed to her. Staying there with his heavy head down, he answered quietly,
"Thank you."
She returned the bow, a small
"I do hope we shall meet again, Dag, and take care of the gift I gave you!" she called, before disappearing amongs the bushes,
Dag had been a figure of
And how as a grown stag last year and the past few days, he'd fought alongside friends and rivals alike to kill the demons that threatened to take Iaurdagnire's life away forever.
He'd changed, he knew. He was a grown stag now, but in his heart he'd never forgotten Dag, and how in awe he'd been of him when he was younger. He was a good friend, a good playmate, one who took no sides, and Takeshi respected him.
And he was home now. Seeing the giant, he raced over to him like a fawn, nuzzling him fiercely.
"Welcome home, Sir Dag."
"T... Takeshi?" He truly had
He truly had been away for a long time; the young stag he remembered had grown up so much. A bow seemed to formal a way to thank him after such a boisterous and happy greeting, so he raised a foreleg and embraced 'Young Takeshi' in a hug, and... smiled.
"Thank you... Hm-hm, Sir Takeshi."
dhakfgs brb crying again
The little fawn had to crane
The fawn looked down in embarrassment- he must have looked strange, staring at the big stag. Would he get mad at him? Slowly, the tiny fawn took a step forward and carefully sniffed the larger deer.
Inside, the fawn wanted to ask the big stag lots of questions. Did he have something to do with the weird air? Was he the reason all the deer had fought against the weird creatures?
The fawn held his tongue, though. Papa would probably get mad at him if he started asking weird questions like that!
"H-Hi there..." The fawn spoke shyly. "I`m Jacob. I-It`s really nice to meet you..."
With that, the fawn dipped his head in a half-bow- he wasn`t too good at a full one yet- and backed up to stand underneath his Papa. His blue eyes continued to gaze at the stag in awe. His scent was one that the fawn wouldn`t soon forget.
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Hope you don`t mind ^^ My little Jacob was pretty star struck meeting Dag yesterday.
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Pixel Wis by squeegie~
It's so good to see him
Gah, I would love to interact
So wonderful to see him- and
Don't feel like you need to reply to this. Just had to write something since I'll be absent for some weeks.
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Not since the leaves were young on the saplings-now-elders and the new moons had cycled more than dozen times had irises as pallid as the stars carried the weight of the great catalyst's gaze. When her bones had been small, fragile, minute in comparison to the titan Fortress. It had been so very long indeed. Pain drifted to anger, anger to ache, and ache to a calm acceptance, reliving memories in full detail behind her mind's eye. Yet it would seem that just as the seasons cycle, so too do the lives of those they encompass. Life and death has met them both, he, the Mountain Near The Ruins and she, the Nevermore. Agony, despair, loss. Tempered with hope, with vigilance, with breath again.
She does not know his story in its entirety- likely no one ever would. Not with the full understanding of the suffering and trials he may have gone through. But with so many of her own obstacles remaining in her path, hope flutters at her still black breast for the inspiration of her oldest father figure, Iaurdagnire.
She is grown and free of mind, so changed. He is scarred and back again, so changed.
Pandora smiles then, the silence melting away at the touch of her warm expression, useless wings rustling before a wing extends, the fingers unfurling from one another so that they may allow the pointer finger its dexterity. She directs it towards the Fortress, then, whilst the thumb of her other wing grasps the tassels of her vibrant scarf. "You are home, old friend, in a dual sense of the word. You are here, here where you belong and shall belong through the fury and solemnity of every season. Yet you are also home. You embrace others, love them, protect them, a shield, a home, a place of belonging." She pauses, lips sealing in a fine line of thought, before her pointing finger is joined by the rest of her wing digits. They touch his lower leg- for despite her age, the woman remains dwarfed by the massive bull. Her touch is comfort, familiarity, happiness. For all the time apart, there really has been none at all. Faces may leave for a time, but the memories keep them present forever. "Allus knew you would return to us."
Faces may leave for a time,
love that.
might just as well walk around with a box of tissue sob
Welcome back ♥
Echo is sitting near Dag on
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Echosong slowly approached and sat down nearby. "Hello."
I think I'll track this ^^
Poppyflower - Was that you?
Dag held his breath when he saw the little fawn, so small and fragile it was as if he were afraid of it. If anyone were witness to his "adventures" beyond the forest, one would hardly regard him the gentle giant he was at heart. He allowed the fawn to smell him, and took a moment to remember the way the fawn was looking at him. It was wonderful, being looked at with such intrigue and awe.
As the fawn backed up, Dag had enough space to bow,
"It is nice to meet you too, Jacob. My name is Dag."
Mjrn - Thanks (: I don't know how often you log into skype so I'll say it here too, I can't find the blog you linked to in the community event. I hope you haven't deleted it ;;
vinttage - Everyone who participated is on my must-meet-in-forest list, but that may take me a while haha.
Pan - I love what you've written... I don't really know how to respond to it though. IT'S TOO GOOD &HEARTS; what you've said about him being home is just so nice.
I can't get rid of the warm fuzzies, halp.
Kaoori - Woman go and watch a sad movie and get all your cries out T^T
Keepiru - Thank you ♥
Echosong - I'm very glad you are! I'm finding it hard to recognize pictograms and see who is who :'D
Dag greeted her back, a worried face looking over her various scratches. He wondered how much of the forest lay bruised and broken today.
"... Thank you, for..." He stopped. Of course she knew what he was thanking her for.
riddledrhyme - Thanks ^^
Hehe, it was! ♥
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Pixel Wis by squeegie~
Echosong noticed his
I've been nonexistent on
And...yeah, I deleted it. I still have the whole thing saved, but auuugh. And I still have screens to go through and edit. So much stuff omg. -sobs now-
HERE HAVE AN RP THINGY INSTEAD.
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xXx
It had all been a blur for her. One moment she was awake, and the next? She was running, and running hard. Her legs pounded into the ground, kicking up dirt relentlessly as she moved. Any spectator would think she would run to the point of breaking her legs - but her bones remained strong, each shock absorbed without damage. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air, lungs swelling as her heart worked exhaustingly to compensate for the rush of oxygen. Her body was still visibly sore - most of the larger wounds had healed, but her hide still carried evidence of war - sizable nicks, bruises, and a slightly tattered tail, were what remained of the previous nights. The choice to shrink herself back into the tiny vessel that was her Steenbok form did not help matters.
The only thing her mind was focused on, however, was the looming sight of the hill as it finally came into view. The small antelope had spent the night away from it in the heart of the Birch, wanting to rest by herself, wanting to let everyone else rest by themselves.
Wanting to let him rest by himself.
But the Forest, seemingly endless, was truly small in reality, and word quickly spread the following morning.
"He's awake! He's a bit wobbly, but he's awake."
"He pulled through! We have him back!"
"He has come home! Iaurdganire's home!"
Iaurdagnire's home!
Every memory, both good and bad, blurred in her mind as they passed by; she could see the hues - blues, whites, blacks, reds, so on and so forth - mixing, intertwining, as if meant to be. Pieces returning to normality, to the way things should always be. Slowly, then all at once, they dissipated, leaving her eyes exposed to the sight of the giant sitting atop the hill.
She stopped, hard, almost falling headfirst into the ground. Suddenly excitement became nervousness, and, as if she had been thoroughly spooked, pinned her ears tight against her head, her tail clamped tightly to her inner leg.
No, idiot. Don't be that way.
Slowly, then all at once...
Memories returned, though it was not just him there. Everyone past and present, came together, a collage of meetings and departures, happiness and sadness. With time, she had become a phantom, a simple memory to many. So few could still see her, feel her, she thought, as her eyes - aged wine - focused on no point in particular.
To her, everything had been lost, slowly, then all at once...
The past few nights had sought to bring her back into focus, to prove once and for all, that she still existed, that she was still somehow important, to no one in particular. Small glances between lulls, gentle nuzzles of reassuring, and the faint pressure of someone's body next to hers as she slept...
Slowly, then all at once...
Her body relaxed, as she approached, cautiously. She had no idea of his mentality, of his tiredness, and she wanted to avoid the worst case scenario, what a pity if it happened...
Dag? She coughed, not expecting her voice to be so small, almost choking her, as it escaped her as a croak.
Dag. She said it again, stronger, a hoof pulling her body forward more.
She damned herself for what she said next, as if it were the dumbest thing she could say.
Do you remember me, Dag?
"See.. I told you we'd be
"You have changed. And yet you're still the you I remember." He has changed too. They have both grown in their own way.
He ceased talking, feeling tired and knowing that the old warrior was tired too.
Mjrn - jdhalskdh well hurry
jdhalskdh well hurry up and post it soon kay I want to read it your writing it's like... my cuppa tea at work.
I don't know when I'm going to have it.
But I know I want it NOW. <3
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His ears had followed all her movement, and when she spoke,
"Lacie?" Came his instant reply. His voice was different - still him - but just... different. It sounded lost, reflecting in how his eyes didn't quite glance back all the way to actually see her. The stags breathing grew slightly quicker, nervous, and his eyes settled back to the view in front of him - the pond.
Why exactly did he run to the pond that day? A premature burst of energy, or perhaps a momentary lapse in paying attention to the present. Perhaps that is what all it was... A moment of denial - that everything was the same as - before accepting he had to take root in the forest again bit by bit. Names and faces were a start, and although he had only been back two days it already felt like a lifetime and that his fretting was getting worse by the second.
He was meant to be the patient one.
"Lacie... w-".
Dag felt himself about to stammer, so he stopped and scrunched his nose to himself before taking a moment to exhale a held breath.
"Will you sit with me?"
Munk-
Cry's smile and cheery attitude definitely rubbed off on Dag who was feeling more than sorry for himself. He tucked his huge nose past Cry's cheek and into his neck,
"I could have never doubted you. You really are a guardian angel, hm-hm."
He closed his eyes, content to stay there.
all the feels in this bio
Kaoori. This is you:
This is you:
Quote:That's all he wants to
Awww.
I saw the line of deer forming a circle of defense around him as a sort of fortress.
ROFL YEAH PRETTY MUCH. even
even more feels when dag and kao meet again.
Pega - urgh my god when I saw