What He looks like:
Prince is a royal blue stag with white splotches on his back and a white belly, Great white antlers, and orca mask. He is Very fluffy/furry and has blue eyes.

Prince is very Docile at times and very protective, but very gentle.

He tends to always lay in Purple Flower patches, usually with Sofia his little Doe companion.

I will be posting a sketch of Prince soon, u can also find him in the forest at times, but there are tons of deer with the same symbol, but he is the only blue one, lol anyways if u wanna meet prince go search a flower patch and u may just find him

Not gonna be active on here really. Slight rant/vent below? Whatevs.

I feel like my roleplays are getting ignored and any art I've posted I end up deleting since it collects dust. Not sure if I lack skill in either areas or my styles are just boring. Not trying to call anyone out or beg for attention at all, just saying a few things that have been on my mind. Not to mention I've been feeling down in real life with some re-occurring thoughts and it hasn't been too pleasant. Right now TEF isn't my main focus, especially since the threads I track have slowed and I've lost muse to develop my characters and push them for interactions. I will say that it'd be nice to have a giant Katar to hold though, at least he wouldn't blind me with sparkles.

There ya have it folks. I'll probably log in and check stuff like I've been doing, but no posting expected. -clap-

Ancient and elder,
Old-fashioned yet new.
A tiny new fawn,
Alaid in the dew.

Heavy yet silent,
Armed and aware.
A whistle, a weapon
Was shot through the air.

Lost and forgotten,
Left in the dirt.
That little new fawn,
Lay painfully hurt.

No one remembers
The story of hymn.
All that is known,
That fawn could not swim.

Lighting turned the sky into a broken eggshell, light peeking through before closing off again. Heat rolled in waves over the skin of the earth. No wind rustled the grass or trees, though high above the summer heat angrily snapped at the fast-moving clouded sky. It was as if the world held still in front of the lightning storm's snapping jaws.

Below the lightning storm lay the expanse of the Endless Forest, sweltering. Many crowded the pond, muddying the normally crystalline waters with sweat and mulm. The water churned with playing fawns and eddied around elderly bodies. Does congregated beneath the shade-providing oaks, chattering like squirrels. Many of the stags had moved deeper into the wood, seeking shade wherever it could be found. A sensible doe or two did the same, many disliking the rabble of those who chose the pond.

Deep in the heart of the First Forest, a pine tree on a small hill shaded an area of damp ground. Upon it sprawled a black and white stag. His humanoid brow beaded with sweat as he panted. A port-wine-stained tongue lolled from his furred lips, before snapping back into his mouth as his head finally lay to rest on the cool earth. Pine needles and dirt would stain his belly, but the stag did not care as he hugged the forgiving ground. Gently, he rolled to his side and then to his back, leaving a quarter of his pelt without dirt or needles. White tummy exposed, the stag situated himself to look up and watch the lightning show. It flickered and crackled before his eyes, which mirrored each visible strike.

A formidable sigh wracked his body.

Summer was dreary.