With a gentle, quiet breath he scanned the area. Black eyes peer between tall grasses, amber at the edge of his vision. The bright sun obscured yet more of his eyesight, transforming everything to his left into silhouettes. The coronas those black shapes had were too much to look into, so he merely listened that way. Listening did not mean much in the Birch Wood, where even the grasses tried to talk over one another, but he tried anyway.

The black and white bulk of the stag lay low to the ground, soaking in the morning rays. He refused to move from where he had bedded down for the night until the sun was far enough overhead that he could see the new creatures that swarmed this place. The herbivores were confusing. It was as if a great amount of them had come all at once. Where would the deer find food with all of them here? What were they even? Moss did not know. They just made him nervous. Maybe, one day in the far future he would be comfortable around them. Moss grunted at the thought. He was unable to see that happening yet.

Moss rested his chin on the packed grasses, leaning a bit to one side so as to allow his neck a break from the velveted antlers that rose from his head. A sigh blew pollen from the plants. The golden specks dazzled his eyes briefly, reminding him what this place was truly about. It settled his soul. Just as long as some deer remained, there would still be peace here.

A time later Moss rose, his snowcapped shoulders the first of him to appear above the grasses. Quietly and effortlessly he moved off in search of some way to start the day.

Perhaps he might pray first.

I only just started playing again yesterday after quite a long time and still haven't given my deer a permanent look, so I was wondering if anyone could help me?

I'm looking for the Orca pelt, Magpie mask, and Real Deer antlers.

I currently have the Secretary Bird pelt, no mask, and Default antlers with red flowers. I won't change that so you can recognize me easier.

You can see my pictogram here: http://www10.pic-upload.de/21.05.13/b7l2fx83sd9w.png

If someone is willing to help, thank you!

I can't come up with any good deer characters of my own. Would anybody give me some advice on how to come up with a good character and design?

Hey guys! (:
Just dropping by to say hey! I'm new here in TEF and I can't wait to meet you all!

Bye,

DisclaimerThis bio has the potential to contain mature themes that may not be suitable for some viewers. This character is always IC. If you have a problem, want to rp, or just add me, feel free to contact my skype: riddledrhyme.. Also, this bio contains invisable scrolls everywhere!

Authors Note: Metis is a young adult by the time she reaches the endless forest. This is a story I put together for how she came to have the appearance of a spotted owl. I have another story in the works about her ultimately being raised by the owls. Either way, I enjoyed putting this background story together on Metis, and I hope you enjoy it!



It was a warming day in spring in the scrubland. Scrub jays screamed at each other and dove through the brush. Jackrabbits stood quiet sentinel under the shaded manzanita groves, occasionally nibbling the sparse grass they sat in. The air was warm and dry, and the cicadas sang loudly in the silence. It was here, that if one looked for long enough and carefully, that they would see the occasional flash of brown - a mule deer crossing the dry ecotone from the lush creek beds to rest during the warm of the day up above the conifer line. One such deer did so slowly, and with extreme care.

At 15 years of age, the doe might very well have reason to be tired just for the daily move from graze to water, but the bulge in her belly belied another reason. She was old to be carrying a fawn - too old most would say. Yet, she still made the trudge on a daily basis to find enough food for herself and the daughter she knew she was carrying. It was a many mile walk, that she had begun well before the sun had risen, knowing that before long she would need to recline in a cool copse of fir trees. Occasionally she would pause and flinch, swinging her head back towards her flank as she seemed to shiver in the warm spring air. She had extra impetus this day to get to the safety of the woods, but her old bones could only move so fast. She knew today was the day she would see her first, and last daughter born.

The pregnancy had not been an easy one. As a young doe, she had contracted the disease that most humans know as brucellosis. Sometimes fatal, the disease causes the abortion of the unborn.