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Name: Awen, Awenydd, Story Teller
Gender: Female
Age: adult
Scent: Cedarwood and Thyme
Language: Does not speak. Hums often.
Species: Human faced Deer

Appearance: Cream and brown colored pelts, in game and out. The antlers are curled.

Personality: In game, Awen does not move often except to find a new place to rest or dance. When this character is online, I am drawing or writing.


The air in the forest was ripe with the scent of flowers and berries as a large doe picked clean a blue berry bush. Her ears bent and twisted around as she hummed happily. The sweets berries stained her lips and no amount of licking could dull the color. With a sigh, she tugged at one of the branches in an effort to pull up the berries from the middle but gave up when a twig poked her eye. It watered mercilessly as she wandered away from the spiteful plant.

She found a large hollow tree. An Oak tree. The familiar scent and humming energy flooded her senses and she grew tired. Awen entered the old tree. Nestling herself against the inside wall, she licked at beads of hardened sap before putting her head down. The dirt was still soft thanks to the shade.

Awen's eyes opened when the crickets' song was interrupted. She lifted her head to find a long legged white beast with the teeth of a wolf. Her body stiffened with fear and she held her breath as it sniffed at her face. Finding no threat from Awenydd's sweating brow, it curled up on the other side of the tree's womb and seemed to fall asleep. Out of habit and trust, Awen set her head down again and returned to her dreaming.

She dreamt she followed the white beast to the river and they danced through the tears of an old god. Opening her eyes, she found it odd that the sunlight had worked it's way through the old oak's thick trunk. Peering around sleepily, she saw that she was outside. The sound of rushing water came from the big rock behind her. Awen got up to investigate further and found the statue of some creature was, in fact, overflowing with tears that fed the river. How could this be? Did she really walk in her sleep? Thinking back, Awenydd recurred not being herself, but a small red fawn with wings.

She slept through fog and rain for days before finally stretching when the sun warmed her pelt. The flowers that hung from her antlers were wilted, so Awen made her way back to the field she had initially found them. A large group of deer were napping among the purple flowers. She sat with them, happily scooping the tiny buds around her crown until a small fawn appeared. The young thing pranced around the group before skipping off between the trees again. Feeling playful, she chased the little one around and danced among the tall grass and sunlit dirt. They disguised themselves with magic and laughter until Awenydd finally felt exhausted again. Returning to the purple flowers and napping deer, she sat down and recalled the new friend she made, wondering if she'd see him or her again.