Basic Info Name: Forgotten, called "The Grey" Gender: Agender, non-binaryLooks like a perfect in-between male/female Age: Eternal, immortal Species: Elemental deity (air)Shapeshifter, can take the form of most sentient beings Measurements: Size 7 Voice: 0:23 Whispering Pictogram: Fas2 Diet: Doesn't feed

Personality - Distant, hard to grasp, speaks in riddles now and then - Loner at heart, asocial, detached and even apathetic - Always has a sparrow near them, an unknown connection - Seems to be suffering from endless fatigue, moving slowly - Melancholy, still and calm; has only this one expression - Controls the wind, can teleportScatters like dust & rebuilds themself and speak with a breeze

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Appearance In-game set: "Old" grey stag, broken antlered (played from version 1.5) For a adult they are painfully thin, the ribs and the spine are clearly visible through the ash-grey, short fur. Their very long and torn hair falls like a king's mantle to the ground. The fragile antlers are useless and broken from long ago. The horns might actually have turned to stone. Their pale, angelic face is tired and bony, with faded hazel-eyes. They sees the world in monochrome. Has a heavy scent of ash.

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Rabbit snuggle camp.

Met a fawn smaller than me
My first day learning the magic of mushroom circles. Then my eyes bugged out of my head when I saw tiny fawns prancing around me acting like big old mean elders. LOL!

Big brunos protect me.

Guardians watch over me when the rocks fall.

Are you my mom?

She's the brown deer below, antelope horns, red mask ties. Is this your picto?


Do you remember us? I had a bit where I'd run to the idols, get blessed, and then fly in from Idol Hill to blitz bless all the other deer in the area. Turned into an albino deer free for all. We also snuggled with giant ravens and rabbits. LOL!


Mom and I have a picnic in front of a show of buck force.

Lunch pond sit inside of a log.

[=10]The place they stood was too perfect.

“Where are we?” asked Aspen, so quietly that it barely carried to Vipin. Xylia, small as ever, stood staring at the flowering of violets at her hooves and seemed terrified. Vipin’s calm blue eyes had become a mess of emotions, and he looked at the trees lining the field and brilliant sun overhead, brighter than lightning.

“Beyond the void, I assume,” said Vipin, just as softly as his sister before him.

Everything breathed.

They stood motionless for many moments, swaying slightly, frightened and amazed and full of boundless love all at once. It was true: the place was absolutely beautiful and seemed too eerily quiet to be there. But, as Vipin moved for the first time, several things happened—the wind picked up, the flowers hummed, and a brilliantly red doe sprinted across the grass, bounding and leaping before them. Flowers sprang from her hooves, and the clouds overhead seemed to rotate to follow her. She glanced at them, with golden eyes, and winked, sprinting away as quickly as she had come, leaving only the whistling of the wind and an elven giggle behind her. The lone stag shouted “wait!” as she disappeared into the far-off trees, but her giggle was replaced with a deep chuckle.

They turned, and faced the Queen, King, and their Unnamed.

















“Hello,” said Nevermore, stopping a distance away. Azalea bowed, and Calisto smiled faintly.

“Hello,” said Vipin in reply, his irises shaking. Aspen recoiled, and Xylia disguised a sob.

It occurred to them that Xylia had never seen her father before. Vipin and Aspen backed up politely, and Nevermore and Azalea mirrored them, until the two peacocks remained.