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Name: Kona
Gender: Male Stag
Pelt: Golden Pelt
Mask: Real Deer Mask
Antlers: Reindeer Antlers

Kona is a fun, outgoing, lovable stag. He loves making friends with everyone and enjoys being around many deer but can also enjoy himself by just sitting in a quiet place. Kona loves making friends and only gets aggressive if another deer is mean towards him. He loves sitting in the pond, running around the forest, and having large groups of deer dance parties. Kona is a loyal and trustworthy deer so whatever you need help with, Kona will always be there! c:

and why do you keep running away from me?? i didnt do anythinggg :"(
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[=brown] A massive creature, reminicant to a stag walks at the edge of the forest. As he walks, he takes care not to step into the midst of the trees. His massive ruby antlers seem to glitter in the sunlight, and his stride is high and proud. His eyes, all six of them, however contain intellegence, and distant anger. He pauses, flicking his long tail behind himself, and shifts his gaze toward the forest, ears perking at the sound of mooing. A low growl escapes his throat, echoing past the skull over his face. "Murderers... decendants of murderers... Sickening beasts." he snarls, and trots away again, back to the real world. "One day mother... father... Vengance."

As he walks, two ghostly figures rise out of the ground, both having very similar forms to the stag. Though these two are somewhat smaller, and perhaps younger, it's clear they bore some relation. The first, a buck with almost equally impressive antlers to the live stag... and the second, a doe with long black feathers in place of antlers, and eyes glowing like a blue flame. The ghost doe speaks, breaking the relative silence. "Big brother... You know I hate to nag, but it's been centuries. When shall we step foot into the forest again?" she speaks mornfully. The massive stag slows his gait, and comes to a slow stop. He looks up toward the bright sun. "If ever, it will be soon... but we cannot enter as we are. You remember, both of you, how everyone we cared for had been persecuted... murdered... based on our appearance. I'll find a way to change my own appearance, before I step in... and seek our revenge." He figured aloud. The younger stag furrows a brow behind his ghostly skull. "How do you plan on doing that, Archeluis?" he questioned.

The stag smiled behind his skull, momentarilly flashing perfect shark-like teeth. "The forest has it's magic, but a necromancer with enough spirits... has his own 'magic' to experiment with." he explained simply.

Now that I'm calmly laying near the pond listening to the older deer mooing and playing with fawns, I feel that this place isn't too bad now. I'm now somewhat knowing of my surroundings, so I feel that I can recount what I've been through these last two days. Don't worry, I'm not one who decides to tell every detail of my life!

everyone randomly....why? just cuzzz >83
lol im bored. BUTTTT i try going into the forest more ofter lol
OH, and would someone explain how the rps here go on? i don't get at all since I've seen some pictures/journals? with saying it a r and ppl join? how you do the rps here?

Her sweet disposition
Is what makes her so friendly
But her nurturing motherly nature
Is what we grow to trust
To shelter us from the rain
To put a smile on our face
Protecting and loving all she comes across
Her name as been said
And is known throughout the land
Tis 21
Who is the mother of us all
Whether we are abandoned
Or have simply gone astray
She offers her assistance
In any way she can
She is tender-hearted doe
Who roams this forest
And is the one
We have all come to love
And know
As 21
The mother of us all.