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These intros are merely there if you wish to use them<3 feel free to come up with new ones!
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Vilnius

There is a soft pumping sound, pulsing, thrumming, coming from the small grove of trees upon the hill that overlooks the pond.
The scent of blood drifts from the area as well, fresh and hot.
Should one be brave enough to look into what the sound and scent was, they would find a stag, though his gently rounded stomach might come as a surprise, will you speak with the Prince of Hearts?

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Alaska

A flash of snow white within the sunlight.
A stag sits within the halo of warmth, white as virgin snow how ironic that is.
Beneath each eye are rivers of crimson colouration, but aside from that his coat is pure.
His eyes seem to contain the night sky itself, languid ribbons of aurora colour spin and weave within them.

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Amsden

The soft sound of the river gurgles and sings.
Beside it, a stag of crimson fur sits, a silken coat lays over him, buttoned at the neck, golden blond hair flopping into his eyes.
a few earrings hang from his ears, and necklaces hand about his neck.
He seems relaxed, happy even, certainly good company, right?

Sucre

What could that smell be...
Chocolate, and vanilla...sugar caramel, syrup? sugar!
The stag trots lightly through the shady first forest, various candies sitting upon, hanging from, and generally growing from his bubblegum antlers.
He wears a wide grin, cotton candy tail waving behind him, nearly dancing as he moves.

Patriot

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Upon the altar, nestled within the ruins, sitting like a demon from a long forgotten legend, a winged canine sits.
Her ears of red and blue feathers twitch lazily every so often, she probably already knows you're around, it's easy to see in her eyes, which glow neon green, as if radioactive.
Her tail gives a twitch, music notes rippling.
Dare you approach?

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Angevine

A muzzle extends, butterfly landing upon it, and the stag, for he is very much a stag despite his lack of antlers, smiles slightly.
He's a pretty looking male, and he looks very at peace, sitting in the sunlit flowers, amongst the butterflies, though they are far more colourful than the markings upon him, or him in general, he seems to fit there.

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Thomas J Alain

If one did not look closely they might have assumed that the stag was wearing a coat.
But he was not, the color of his fur merely mimicked the patterning and colors of the revolutionary war uniform he had worn in his human life.
of course the may also have assumed he was a doe, lacking in antlers as he was.
his tail gives a flick as he walks slowly through the forest, turning his head to take everything in, a bloodied medical patch giving him a blind spot, and his ears constantly turn to make up for it.

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France

He seems to strut as he walks, showing off every (rather delicious) inch of fur and body he can, bright blond hair tied back, showing bright blue eyes, no antlers to be seen, who needs them? he's not a fighter, he's a lover
He sings lightly to himself, about himself, in french, ah vanity, one of his many traits.
He can see the beauty in other things too of course.
He does it a lot.
greet him? We shall see what beauty he finds in you
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or not~

Prince

He is easy to see, of course, he does not try to hide himself, he has no reason to.
He sits within a sunlit' patch, like a king upon his throne.
Or rather, a Prince, upon his throne.

His chocolate coloured fur is perfectly cleaned, shining even, stripes the colour of fine gold streak his rump daintily.
Atop his head, he even bears a crown, secured upon his head the way other deer bore antlers.

A rope sits coiled between his legs, organized, the other end of the noose is looped about his neck, forever a reminder of his sins.

Servant

He appears to be in a daze, stumbling through the grasses and trees like a zombie, the red string about his neck flickers in the wind, flashing against his long, silky fur, the colour of jet or ink.
His eyes are large, but they are half closed at the moment, adding to the dazed expression.

At last he simply collapses, sitting in a patch of shade, he appears to be in shock. maybe someone should speak to him...

Daywalker

The sun burns high in the sky, beating down relentlessly.
Walking slowly is a deer, no, a deity, hooves light upon the ground, only the tips touch the ground.
it looks delicate, but beautiful, its eyes glimmer like dull stars.
Upon his head large, heavy looking horns, his head is not held up, though it's hard to tell if it's from the weight or not.
the being seems kind, maybe you would like to speak with it.


Nightflier

The veil of the sun, the day, has been wiped away.
A flash of starry sky! the sun trails behind the deity, glowing dim, eyes open, gleaming like stars caught within its head.
Behind it, galaxies stream, brilliant, ever changing mixture of sky and stars.
And it is swift, there's no way a normal deer could keep up.
But a chance! the being stops to rear, tossing its head to the sky before brilliant hooves come crashing down, and it is still.
Quick, now's your chance to talk to it!