Name - Aui (Aw-we)
pictogram - Using x Will be x

gender - Female, (doe).
S.O. - Straight.
mate - Looking.

current set - NOH pelt, golden butterfly mask, candle antlers. She wears the nightfall pelt when it's raining, foggy, or dark out. (She thinks she looks mysterious) xD
appearance - Small, slender, lean.


likes - Frolicking in the flowers, new deer, fireflies, night, seeing her friends, helping, hoping around, making deer laugh.
dislikes - Fights, being shy, not being able to open up, being an outcast, not fitting in.

family - unknown
looks up to - no one.
would like to befriend - Anyone she meets.

Special Abilities - She's blind, so she has a high sense of everything else.
favorite places -
The playgound - When she feels like a loner, she goes to the playground and sits in the tall weeds by herself.
The Pond - Tries to meet new deer there.

personality - Kinda Shy, resentful, reliable, loyal, responsible, random, unselfish, gets scared easily.

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M O R E
She vaguely remembers her past. All she can think of is her dad leaving them and her mom trying to fend for her and her little fawn named Aui. She grew up fast with her pelt like autumn with the orange, green and brown. Her mask is known to whistle and her antlers show the way. She never planned for what would happen to her the next years, her mother getting poached by a hunter. She hated humans and everything they stood for. That was the end and the beginning of her new life.

Mommy where are you the fawns voice is worrisome
Mommy he calls again
The mom lies in the shrub
Wounds open and bleeding dying
Im here she calls softly
The fawn trots over
Mommy he squeels shocked nuzzling in a frantic manner
Mommy...mommy you have to get up the fawn says as he starts to cry
The mother sighs feintly
Why dont we take a little nap
She suggest her eyes trying to withold her own tears
Cause she knows she wont make it through the night
But mommy your hurt the fawn protests
Ill be alright no matter what happens she said weekly nuzzling her child
The fawn slowly and easily curls up be side his momas neck
She watches as her child soon falls asleep
Peace be with you my son she whispers
And know I love you
Where her final words before she passed
Leaving her son without a mother.

The crowds watching:


Ice: The red in the lead!


Ice: Oh.. now the blue..

Later on...



No offence to the people in the pics of course btw!

I've seen a few deer in the forest that have a permanent God pelt - a white pelt that doesn't ever wear out. Does anyone know how to get this pelt? If so, please leave a comment~! :}

-Kroova Cxiklia Coontail

I was playing around and suddenly my camera went to one of the statues and since then the camera hasn't moved and I don't know where my deer is. How do I fix this?

... Letting you assume that Death is soon upon its wing. Up there the wind dances with its frostbitten breath, shedding the tears of a dying element. The sky is depressed. So is this little breeze that flows in your neck, that grand being on legs, whom this colorless bird now have placed its black and glistening eyes upon. This bitter, yet gentle snowfall have merely but tainted this ground with these shades of grey. The soil is as hard as stone under your feet/hooves, and might it even be a bit slippery, down this little path and lake. The wind, the snow, has the mind in their might, and for whatever reason is eagerly forcing one to listen at this silence over this place. A very sad scenery, is what this magpie above your head is witnessing. She is listening to the shallow breaths of yours, curious, awaiting... Prove to her that you're not as computed, as what she may be thinking. Are you heading, slowly pacing, forth to that water to see if you could get a glimpse of your portrait in that soon crystalized mirror?




[interaction, human/deer.]

May the 1st, Beltain.

Hosted once a year, we gather as history and art is recreated for us.

Julius Cæsar had told of how british people would construct a Wickerman as an offering to their gods. Within these wicker structures, crops, animals and even human sacrifice were closed into them, and burnt to please the gods. If successful, next years harvest will be successful.

Now, in Butser Ancient Farm, it's recreated. Sacrifices replaced by wishes.

[=#9966cc]I haven't written anything in a long time, have I? I guess I haven't really had the chance. So much has happened since the last time!

I was with Kaoori today when this strange deer showed up. Was Kaoori asking him to come over, or taunting him? Or, just what, I don't know. Then Demon, a stag I met the other day, and another I barely know, named Reed, I think, showed up. And they began fighting with the strange deer. It ran, but then it came back, and the same thing happened a few times. I didn't understand what was going on. Kaoori said the strange deer would attack if I went near it. Why would it do that? It seemed the others were chasing it a lot, though. Wesker went after it every time it came near us. Well, he's always really protective of Kaoori. But I can appreciate that. I don't blame him, if what she said is true. I just have a hard time believing it... But, it seems the others had previous experience with the strange deer. Wait, Demon said his name is Keiran? Well, I'm not going to question them. I just wonder if he has another side to him or something... I just can't believe anyone can be all bad, all the time. So far, I haven't met anyone that's proved me wrong.

Well, rather than get in the way, I decided to just stay with Kaoori and Wesker, and...Well, I won't fight, can't anyway even if I wanted to, but I'll try to keep myself between my friends and anyone who tries to hurt them. So, that's what I would have done, if I had to... But things finally calmed down. Kaoori was asleep, and I was falling asleep when I sensed Bastilion. It's always too long, between the times I see him. Even if it's really only a short time, it always seems like too long. So, I was excited, but I didn't want to leave, so at first I called to him, hoping he would come over. But then, there was something odd.