September 20, 2009 - 5:51am — Kanaf
Cuz I... felt like it. I DUNNO. Everything in this story is unedited. I didn't add or subtract anything.
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It was sunny, the blue sky bright overhead the strange little moon. The rocky gray soil slightly damp from the rain last night. The planet it circled was high overhead, just next to the sun, seemingly. Pine-like trees were now unfurled to catch all the sun they could before it set again. It was quiet. Only a few birds chirped in the trees, and a few bugs made their noises as well. No creatures that we're familiar with, but close to them.
But there was a small band that had awoken some time ago, and were on the move. Their face was a kind of mix between animal and human, with thick woolly fur surrounding most of their bodies, save for their wrists down, their calves, and their faces. And their legs were constructed like that of an animal, with hooves at the ends, but larger, and segmented into five toes. Their tails were of medium length, but the fur grew long and dragged along the ground. They had the likeness of sheep.
One was a young man named Giuseppe. A paranoid creature who could never leave the presence of his mother. His woolen fur was dark gray, while the shorter fur along his arms, calves, and face was black. The horns growing just above his long droopy ears were fairly short, barely curved at all yet. He was thin, and trembled often. His voice was quiet, and his mindset was that of a child.
Another, Giuseppe's mother, was stronger than her son. She stood straight and her build was firm. Her name was Florence, a kind, motherly creature with much patience and understanding. Though at first she could come off as cold. Her woolen fur was white, and the shorter fur was a dark chocolaty brown. The hair on her head was long, white, and wavy, just as her fur. She had three somewhat covered scars on her left cheek.
September 20, 2009 - 3:47am — Shalott
NAME: Absolution. (Abby for friends)
MEANING: Act of absolving; a freeing from blame or guilt; release from consequences, obligations, or penalties.
GENDER Hind.
AGE: ? (She looks like a 19 year-old girl in her human form)
PICTOGRAM:
DEER FORM (IN THE FOREST):
HUMAN FORM:
[IT'S NOT FINISHED....But I'm a little tired, I'm sorry = = ...Tomorrow I'll continue it]
September 20, 2009 - 1:59am — Cata
Sorry for bumping, but... it feels bad when there doesn't seem to be anybody who reads it...
Okay so. This is my "new" deer, Monde. I am currently writing about her past, but all this has become so long that I decided to cut it in multiple parts. Her story is a bit weird, and she remembers only a few fragments of it. So this will be told by her, as she thinks about all what happened before she came to TEF. Which has a strange background... but, read it yourself, if you wish.
Random info if some of you don't know: I read somewhere that "hawkshaw" is an American english word for detective. And this word just fits too well into my Shawnee deer concept, huh? And why detective? You'll realize it during the story!
So this is part 1! More to come soonly.
How you gonna see tomorrow
You're wide awake but fast asleep
Is it gonna take forever
To watch you swallow your whole life
I'm not gonna wait till they tear you away
And they screw you up, so you hide your face
September 20, 2009 - 12:57am — Snowrift
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I've been thinking of making a stag recently, my last one simply failed. If I did carry this out, he would go through fawnhood to reach adult hood so I can further enhance his history.
The problem is, whenever I make a new deer I grow tired of it. I dont know why, but I never grow tired of Isis. Maybe because shes been built up over time and she has a history & friends.
Anyone have any suggestions to help me out?
Also, suggestions for a new stag set/personality/name are very welcome.
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Names that I like::
Harlow
Silas
Forrest
Vester
Marlowe
Peirce
Could someone get me the link for the pelt/mask/antlers selector please? c:
September 20, 2009 - 12:40am — Stephie
I absolutely love your guys' ideas, so i was wondering if you could give me some weather you would help me on the name; or set; or maybe even her past/set up; or whatever you would like to help on. I would be very appreciative and credit 'your work'. :3 Please and Thank youu. <33
Name;
WILLOW <- Thank you Vira.
Gender; Doe.
Set; Don't know yet. could help?
Personality; Out-of-this-world; Very odd; Distracted easily; calm; blunt honesty; unique; bizarre.
[kinda basing this on Luna Lovegood personality from HP series]
Using this picto;
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September 20, 2009 - 12:26am — ToxicCreed
Since I get a lot more done in terms of Roleplaying (relationships, general things like that) I decided I'd toss out my general things for Roleplaying if anyone is interested. As far as things go, I'm a very open person though I'm a bit timid when it comes to approaching others in a general chat unless I've chatted with them before ^^;;;;;;;; Most of the time I can openly whip up a chat window and say hello to a Friend but someone new to me it's a basic ._.;;;;;;;;;;; should I? moment.
Anyway I'm open for a lot of things when it comes to roleplaying, from general character development, to relationships budding into friendships, etc. to the more mature regions of the world. For the most part I do enjoy character development most of all ^^ And I do enjoy literate RPing (You know Prose, but I can swing to scripted as well, Prose is preferred)
Anyway... my Deer's and their availability
Toxic - He's open to Roleplaying all the time. Some key things to know is he's got a bad limp in his leg, and is deathly afraid of the playground.
Iviran - Iviran would be for a more... advanced group I would say. With his anger and his anti-social personality it'll be hard to get near him.
Claudia - Much like Toxic just not injured ;P She's got a lot to hide in terms of her past (Which will take awhile to get out of her)
Maliran/Ghost - The Ghostly son of Iviran and Claudia coming back from the grave thanks to the blessing of the Two Gods. He is secretive, but bears a striking resemblance to both mother and father (Scales of dad, coloration of mom) he loves showing those who know him to his sisters grave to spend time with them there. Like she is there in spirit form.
September 19, 2009 - 11:36pm — Stephie

Likey?
[yes he looks like Envy] x3
September 19, 2009 - 11:15pm — Stephie
Get a screen shot like really up close to your deer?
September 19, 2009 - 10:52pm — Stephie
Anyone have any pictos or deer that they aren't using that aren't fawns and are fully grown already? I want to make a REAL in dept character but i need a deer first. D: If you have one that you don't use anymore i would be soo happy if you could give me it, of course it would have to be a deer that no one remembers or has seen so there is no confusion. If you have one or think you might just comment here and I'll edit this and put my e-mail up. Please and thank you everyone. :3
September 19, 2009 - 9:56pm — quadraptor
Chapter 3 - Brother of the Earth
"Do you remember the meadow, Quad?", the words resonated in his mind as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurred, though he felt warmth and softness around. His eyes started to focus as tall strands of golden grass appeared before him.
"A little...", the stag replied. He knew - it was Mother Doe speaking to him once again. "...But I don't remember when I was here."
"In time, you will know.", the voice replied. A flash of darkness ran past Quad. He eyes could not adjust to it. "What was that?", Quad asked.
"You don't remember him, do you?", the voice asked. Quad's voice went mute, as the shadowed figure started to approach him. His body came slightly into focus...
"Quad...", the figure spoke, "wake up Quad."
The deer's eyes opened. He was in a room, laying on a large bed with a white cover over his body. There by his side was Francis, who held one of his hooves and stared at him with his eyes wide open. "He's awake, Grandma.", the boy called out.
Quad moved his head to see the old woman walk into the room. "...Christine?", Quad spoke, his voice a little raspy. This startled Francis, "He can talk?!", the boy questioned.
Christine smiled, "Yes, he can speak to us.", she said to her grandson, then turned to the blue stag, "Oh Quad, I never thought I'd see you again." She walked to the bed and put a hand on his shoulder. He was alive again - Christine was not dreaming.
"Grandma...what is happening to our town?", Francis asked. Christine sighed, "Something terrible. I've noticed the changes in some of our neighbors...they're not acting like they should..." Francis sat up, "That's exactly like Mom and Dad! I think something is controlling them!"
Christine nodded, then turned to Quad, "This must be why Quad is here. He'll stop all of this from happening." "How do you know?", the grandson asked. The old woman smiled, "He has saved the world before..."