It has the form of a black beast,
a bringer of darkness and night.
It is covered in stolen fleece
and its presence brings conflict and strife.

It is a constant wanderer.
Its origin is unknown.
May mercy find the sufferer
who comes upon this horrid foe.

It is a conniving trickster.
It has never fought a fair fight.
Its intentions are sinister
and it has a great fear of light.

So be wary of the shadows,
for that is where it is found.
And listen, for its cries echoes
and sounds similar to a hound's.

I feel it within me
Paralyzing and freezing
This pain in my heart
Changing light into dark

What is this pain which I feel?
Causing damage which will not heal
Numbing my soul from inside
Till myself I cannot find

It leaves little of myself left
It will not be long till I am bereft
This emptiness that will be left
I believe it is called, loneliness.

Coos the fawn was two human years old. It was about a day before her birthday, and she pranced around in glee. She was excited, because any birthday was deserving of a celebration. Spring was right around the corner, and plant life was just starting to reappear. As famine edged the stomachs of every doe, stag, and fawn that lived in the tribe, every deer knew each others pain. Life may had been hunger-filled, but it was generally easy.

Prancing into the sun-spotted clearing, she ran over to her parents. They slept intertwined in a peaceful sleep. Coos looked up into the sky, and saw the sun was about in the noon position, and so she prodded her parent's awake with one of her hooves.

"C'mon, get up! You said that we would be exploring the outskirts of the woods today! Mom," Coos exclaimed as she tugged on her mother's ear. Her mother's eyes blinked the sleep away and she stood up slowly and stretched. She was beautiful, with a golden-brown pelt and her young, white doe spots brightening up her fur. Her face was long and sad, as if she had been dreaming of good things.

"Okay, Coos. We will, but we can't go south too far. The Shadows have been creeping up on us," she said with a yawn.

"Okay, let's get daddy up," Coos said as she was about to tug on his antlers. She fell backwards as he rose from his sleeping place. He bowed to Coos' mother and stretched his aching limbs. Her dad was much older that Coos' mother was. He had white fur that was beginning to gray with age, and had large, powerful antlers that twined and twisted in a spectacular manner.

They trotted around their boundaries, and Coos overheard their parent's talking.

"...He wants our greatest warriors. Anybody with antlers that is strong enough to defend our young."

"I will not give up my life to the whole of the tribe, and I expect the same for the other families if the Shadows attack. We should defend our own, and no one else."

"You're being selfish, dear.

Thank you all! When I started going on this community people were very nice! Even when I made mistakes ^_^ I just wanted to say thanks <3 I hope everyone has a great day/night whatever timezone you are in ^_^

Here's the link if you want it. Check it out! Maybe make a couple edits? Who knows?

http://tef.wikia.com/wiki/Coos_the_Fawn_(Biography)

Ik the link is a little broken, but I can't seem to fix it. Sorry. :T

In other news, I'll also work on a full-on in depth Biography of my Fawn so far, and try to remember to update it as I play, so it's a third-person mix of the past and the present. I'm excited for what's to come.

https://photagraphyandartbyecho.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/dsc_0036.jpg...

My puppy ^_^

Can anyone draw me a picture of anyone of my characters? I would buy my own but i'm broke.....

AND IM HOOKED!

I found a friend (whose pictogram is the same as mine AND looks exactly like me (we're both fawns with red poppies on our heads)

We've been hanging out a lot, and just have been following each other around while meeting new deer. Getting lost isn't as fun, because we just have to moan until we find each other again, but in the end it's worth it.

I'm hoping this mini-rp will turn into something bigger over time. But who knows?

See ya!

Eve S. (Coos the fawn)