This has been an interesting event trying to decide what my deer is to look like, at the moment I am happy with the black and white body, brown muzzle mask and white caribou like horns, the horns remind me of the forest in the winter. I am courious over the deer/horse skull face may try that for a bit once it lands on my face. Talking with Blackfeathr she said the black and white color patern is called orca, interesting "the wolf of the sea"! The other body color patern I considered is the mousy gray with dark highlights reminds me of a caribou pattern.


I have been finding it interesting.

Timberrc

Came in to night to find about 6 or 7 deer with my sumbol on seemed quite odd. does this happen much? it seemed quite spooky, had one fawn that I followed around would mimic most of my moves and calls. Then it just poofed, this happend a few times.


Timberrc

I change my deer name to run insted of kacie.
Does anyone else have that deer name?
The nickname is runner because she run fast!!

michael jackson
everyone who loved his music post here

Yay there. This is Tig.
My little Fawn is now 2 Weeks old, i want him to grow up!

My fawn will be an kindly char when he is grown up. So.. i just ned the right mask, the right color of his fur and nice auntlers to fit him =3

ATM he searches arround for friend after he lost his mother. His father is an friggin asshole, dont want to have a child. So Tig runs arround all alone!
Meet him and take ur time to play with him, he will be happy to get comrades.

<sub>Lulz dis pic is oooollllddd. I didn't skan it because I always wanted to ink it.
But I don't want to risk messin' it up...so until I get a sharper pen then I may ink it.
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Name: Still Night( Night )

Gender- Doe

Likes- Rain, Running, The Ruins, The PlayGround, Red Flowers, and her den

Dislikes- Boring Daylight, swimming, and other deer in her den.

What she is like- Kind, temperment, normally shy's away from other deer, sometimes plays with fawns or other deer.

Den location- Under a rock in the Playground

History- Was abandoned by her father after, her mother disappreared. She normally slept in the Old Oak, ate the plants on tree's and drank the water from the pond. When growing up, she wanted to see the rest of the forest, so ran and ran but kept coming back to the Ruins. She soon knew that it was a endless forest. Night normally kept red flowers on her head and was very shy as a fawn. She stayed away from the pond most of the time scared of the other deer and fawn. She sometimes did play with other deer and fawns.




Her Diary.


June 25, 2009- I wake early dawn, under the rock I call my den, I notice my antlers have finally come in! I give a happy dance and run to the pond to show them off. I get drink of refreshing water and look at my reflection and see my pelt has darkern. So as the day goes on I play with some deer and fawns. Jump around in the Play Ground, intell the sun was high and the day was at it's hottest I go to my den to cool of and see another deer there! I rear up showing I am angry, but the buck seems to be asleep. I let it slip since I am to hot to care and lay under the rock far from the buck.

There upon a soft patch of grass I laid myself to rest, to rest, to meditate, to be at peace. I am generally a shy fawn, who does not like to come out. My mother often compared me to a tortoise, never coming out of my shell. Why? Because there is no peace in it; I love the solemn silence that comes from avoiding loud deer. So there I was, meditating among the flowers.

After a moment or two, a few stags and does appeared from the other side of the river (we were by the crying idol). They sniffed themselves, and then they sniffed me. I was a stranger, but they appeared to be a group of friends. A loud fawn came up, I gave it the cold shoulder, but I saw the group of older deer playing and dancing. Needless to say, I quit my meditating for a moment and hobbled over to them. Hello, said I, bowing my face to the moist ground.

The stag whom I bowed to sniffed me, and for a while stared blankly at me, then repeated my previous action of bowing. Hello, said the deer.

The stag pulled away and called his friends over to him. I thought I was being deserted, as always. My parents deserted me in the forest one day while I went to sleep, and when I awoke they had vanished. This is why I became reclusive, spending most my time meditating. But then the deer that had left me just then started to get in a line and dance. Their little hooves were so gleefully stepping in time with music from the forest that I was overcome. Dance, my instincts seranaded to me. Dance.

And I did.

Peace and happiness doesn't come from an isolated life. It comes from living in harmony. When the other deer and I danced, we were in perfect harmony each hoof coming down when the other went up. If we all live in this way, perhaps we can exist in a wonderous way.
-Falamir

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Age: Unknown, but it is clear that he is a very old deer.
Sex: Male
Personality: Always tired, he enjoys watching other deer enjoying life, rarely feeling up to joining in himself. He's old, but not grouchy, some would describe his personality as 'Derp', sort of like your neighbor's really dumb dog that you can't help but love. He will help someone, if asked, and tends to understand the complicated language of the deer. He tends to make nick-names for other deer himself, based on their pictograms, and rarely listens to learn the deer's true name. EXP, how 21's name reflects her pictogram.




None that remain in the forest.



Taking the time to stop and smell the flowers.
Mooing at nobody in particular.
Sleeping in the sun atop the rocks at the playground.
Resting on the bridge, watching the koi fish.
Casting spells on fawns, really enjoying seeing their reactions.
Abiogenesis, the gods seem to give him strength on these days of celebration.
MUSHROOMS!
Grooming other deer, often in the wrong direction.
Sleeping in strange positions.
Giant flowers.





Sparring, Doe never has the strength or patience for it any more.
Action spamming, I always try my best to understand people... this makes it difficult.
Devout spamming... my poor laptop lags...
Fawns!