Name: Christine Daae was obviously her human name. In-forest, call her Daae. Depending on future events, the spelling may change.
Titles: The Angel
Nicknames: ~
Age: Young Adult (fawn at this point)
Gender: Doe
Pictogram: Here
How to Remember It: Think of something soft. Reminds me of ribbons.
Set: (upon adulthood) Gray and White pelt, Monarch antlers
Persona: Daae is a sweet, sensitive little deer. She hates seeing her friends or anyone else upset, and will do her best to comfort them. She's not very brave or strong, but is always curious. She's a bit timid around new friends, but those she's known for a while see her as very outgoing. She loves to play, or just to sit with friends and observe the forest's beauty.
Likes: Playing with just about everyone and everything, helping others
Dislikes: Being alone, dark places, evil
Companions: Daae's yet to meet anyone, but she's heard tell of a few very nice deer.
Love: Being a complete airhead when it comes to love, she finds it hard to choose, but would love to find a mate.
Family: None
Favorite Locations: Everywhere and anywhere!
Favorite Pastimes: Playing, loving up on other deer, etc.
Notes:
-As strange as it may sound, Daae is a mute.
-Christine died long ago, but was reincarnated in the form of a deer when the Twin Gods showed the human God the Phatom's suffering.
-She has no memory of her past, and only a vague recollection of the Opera Ghost. If she doesn't meet him and learn of her past, she will lose what memory she has and become a normal deer. She will not regain her voice, either.
Songs: Pretty much the entire PotO soundtrack.

The Phantom awoke to a warm breeze drifting across his face, carried in from the outside world. The little piece of wind flowed freely into his mask through the eyeholes, causing an eerie humming sound that filled his lonely home. The majestic stag let the sound wake him from his sleep and twisted his head to feel the warm candlelight against his cheek. It was a beautiful place, his basement abode. But desperately lonely, wretched, without her.

The Phantom snorted fiercely. He would not think of her now. Not until he had emerged from the place would he dare let his mind wander to his beloved, his lost, Christine. The disappearence of her beautiful voice had carved a hole into his heart, something that would not mend until he found her. Snorting again, the great stag heaved himself to his feet and took in an enormous breath of air through his nose. What he smelled made him toss his head - deer, a great many deer. Right outside of his home! How dare they! Grinding his teeth in rage, the Ghost charged up the steps into the outside world. He would drive away these pitiful creatures. They were afraid of him already!

What he saw made him toss his head in even greater fury. At least thirty deer were gathered amongst the ruins, huddled in small groups. Erik cast his eyes around for someone, anyone to strike, and focused on a dappled chocolate coat. The little wretch who dared call herself his half-sister - Her! He pawed the ground as she turned her head to look at him with her captivating gaze. Her eyes were riddled with confusion and apprehension, and a mixture of other emotions he couldn't guess. She called softly to him. Something about her voice made him stop. What could possibly be so important that it required a herd of deer to announce it to him? He stared at the doe through narrowed eyes as she approached cautiously.

What she told him, however, made him stop dead.

There was a new deer in the forest. Her name was Daae.

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If you are bored come chat on shady grove / iscribble Im bored to death

So there I am.

Minding my own business.

Get ready to sit down.

And...

BOOMPH.

I HAS A FRIZZIN MONARCH-PELTED FAWN OF DEATH.

AHH.

*squeals and twitches*

/end wtf moment.

What is this feeling that overwhelms me? This rush of...something that makes my heart pound to the point that I wonder if it'll burst from my chest. It grows stronger everyday, usually just lingering, but when I see her...it's like a stampede. I've never felt this way before.

...is this what love feels like...?

(this was also posted in the Pictures area)



Halogen - Zombie deer with a Poppy hanging from his antlers and bangs; pictogram looks like a sleeping oxen
Fulu - Secretary Bird pelted deer with Peacock feathers and a Magpie mask; pictogram looks like a rose with a leaf
Anzel - Silver pelted deer with Key antlers and a Hands mask; pictogram looks like a wing
Radeon - Deer on the distant bridge

I don't believe that Radeon was in the actual scene, but I know that Anzel hid in the peacock grass as Halogen watched, and Fulu hopped by her and over to the Twin Gods statue. I saw a little bit of spellcasting going on over there.

Whee. Yes. I -was- lazy with the background.

And I -do- need anatomy practice.

That's what this was: Anatomy practice.

This is the scene I remember most, heh.

im wondering... do you have any questions about my stories? anything you didnt get, anything that made you wonder why i wrote it? im curious because i never really know how clear i am or how vague i am depending on which i want.

i would be very grateful if you asked me these questions, so maybe i can improve on my writing... even if its just a little

whatever, you dont have to if you dont want to.

elghinn silinrul

Current Mood: okay, nothing really to worry about
Active right now? No
Set: black 7/8 pants, black bandshirt (german band "letzte instanz")
Current Location: Couch in front of the laptop
Currently: writing this entry


SingSing

Current Mood: Happy
Being played right now? No
Set: only flowers on the head
Is: A shy little deer
Current Location: near the ruins i think
Currently: looking for some sleep

I only have a few days more before my week-long break, during which I'll meet my online bf for the first time in real life. I'll be gone from Sunday until Saturday. I know a certain few people who will celebrate, lol.

*yawns*...Out of curiousity, what's up in the forest?

*watches live map*

(whee...i have to open a new IE page to refresh it)

What is a tree?
A tree? Well, it's a lot of things, I guess. There's a lot of uses for it, and, well, it's pretty nice!
But a tree... A tree is alive. It does not live like a deer or a frog or a bird, yet it is alive, and it grows and it speaks...
Ah, now, Olly, the trees only talk to you. Sure, the louder ones, I can hear a bit of mumbling, but you've got a gift, right.
Sometimes it is not a gift... It is unpleasant, sister, to hear the terrible words of the wrongful ones, they insult all and mutter to hurt.
All?
Even themselves.
... They sometimes shout out and it is hard to keep out their corruption... But many of the flowers are good and offer comfort when I lay by their side. They talk about the weather and pretty little things to block out the rude.
Flowers are flowers to me. But that doesn't sound so nice. *nuzzle*
So... The tree. What is the tree? The tree is shelter, the tree brings food, the tree feeds mushrooms, the tree offers greenth, the tree is a home, the tree makes the forest.
See, it's a lot of useful stuff. You answered your own question too.
Oh. Yes, I did.
Heh.
But the tree is not just for using.... A tree is a life, as it lives for itself and for others.
A single tree is so important, isn't it?
Without the trees, we have no home. The Forest would be no Forest.
And we wouldn't have our names, either, 'cuz we're both trees too!
*smile* Yes, Mae... But alas, we cannot run in the Forest, and we see no trees either... Or deer...
Wait! How can you talk to the trees and flowers, then?