OH GOD I'm making one of these again.

Any pictures giving will probably be sketches and are likely to remain that way. I don't have a lot of time to put too much effort into making a masterpiece for every deer, so I'll just give simple drawings that clearly depict how the deer looks.

Another note: The Hungry is the only deer I'm likely to play in Forest. The rest are for stories or roleplay.
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[center]Information: The Hungry is a stag who has suffered drastic effects because of a curse. He was once happy, with a mate and child on the way. No one who knows how he was cursed remains alive, and he himself has forgotten.
The curse includes these effects: Absolutely no satiation, no matter how much he eats, and the inability to die of natural causes. Inert effects include those coming into contact with him without dying immediately seem to, more often than not, undergo extremely unfortunate events. These events are always linked to The Hungry in some way or another.
His curse has caused him to go mad. Instead of gorging on plant life like other deer, he has slowly turned to meat in desperation to eat more and more at one time. This started off as small birds and animals, but quickly grew to the need for fawns, and eventually full grown deer. He now refuses anything smaller than an adult deer. He will eat a deer in one sitting, only leaving out bones and diseased flesh, if there is any (tumors, cysts, warts, etc.)
Another cause of his insanity is sever lack of sleep. Starvation eating away at his body and the pain of withering away has kept him from falling asleep often.

"Cho, stop it!"

The younger stag gave one more try at ramming into Hungry before backing away and turning his head. His mother was behind him. Hungry, seemingly unphased by the fight at all, gave a small hop of what looked like excitement.

"Oh, Mint, it's you! How have you been, I haven't seen you in quite a while." He paused. "This is your mother, Cho?"

"Don't call me by my name, you piece of--"

"Well now, no need for that. You're boy here is quite strong for an adolescent, but I'm afraid not strong enough."

Mint took an angry but desperate tone. "I'm going to find a way into your home. You know I will."

"Do you even know where you came out?"

"Yes, it was under the bridge. Don't try to fool me."

Hungry grimaced. "Check again, dear."

Mint turned and trotted a small distance over to the bridge. Her eyes searched everywhere, but she could find no opening. None at all. Only mud and moss. In a panic, she ran over and tried striking the ground with her hooves to see if there would be any give in the earth. But there was none. The ground was solid here.

"Ahaha, you see? You were wrong. There was never any exit under the bridge."

"Then... why...?"

"Come come, my dear, you're probably just frazzled." Hungry tried walking towards her.

Cho immediately knocked him over. "Stay the hell away from her!"

Hungry got up and let out some kind of mix between a growl and a hiss. Before he could retaliate, however, something jumped out from the tall grass by the Idol and ran up to Hungry. It was Sin. He nuzzled up to his father's leg in protection and fear.

"Sin, what are you...? Did you find a way out? Clever boy!"

Cho looked at him in disgust. "What the hell is that?"

"This is my son, Sin. And I'd appreciate it if you kept the language toned down around him."

Mint came back over and stood beside her son.

It took longer than expected for Sin to mature past nursing. Although Hungry thought this might happen since he was possibly a premature fawn. During these weeks, Hungry taught the fawn to walk, showed him around the complex, and once even trusted him to know where to go by himself in the dark while Hungry went out to feed.

Mint was regularly fed with mostly pinecones and mushrooms picked just outside the graveyard. It wasn't the most nutritious diet, but it still managed to keep Sin healthy. Hungry, aside from the one time, did not trust Mint and Sin by themselves. He was always watching for signs of her escape. And if she did try to escape, she might hurt or even kill Sin in the process. The last thing Hungry wanted to see is the whole endeavor go horribly wrong.

It didn't take long before Hungry counted the fawn as more of a blessing than a curiosity. He found it a bit easier to fall asleep with Sin by his side. It was the bit of extra warmth and, oddly, comfort. Hungry had been alone for a very long time. With the few short naps he could manage to take here and there, his mind had gotten just a little clearer. Although this was a double-edged sword. Since he was using most of his time to make sure Sin was safe, he had refrained from eating for a very long time. His curse kept him from starving to death, but waiting too long soon makes the pain of starvation nearly unbearable. Only once did he cave in and leave the complex to eat. He managed to find a deer that was relatively close to one of the entrances.

It finally came to the point where Sin could eat solid food, although Hungry had to chew it first. Apparently his putrid saliva didn't bother or sicken the fawn at all. Mint was no longer needed.

"Well, my dear, it's been a good time." Hungry approached the doe, still laying on that same spot on the floor where she was first dropped. "But I believe your usefulness as run its course."

"So I can go now?

"You need food, don't you?"

Sin whined.

"Well... Alright. That's going to be... tedious. Why did I keep you again?"

Sin let out a slight growl.

"Ahaha, that's right. You're adorable. Well, I'll see what I can do. I hope you can sit tight for a while." Hungry paused. "Do you even have a mouth?"

He lowered his head to sniff about the fawn again, until he eventually heard a kind of smacking sound near the front. It sounded like enough of a mouth to him. He nodded, said a farewell, and made for a different exit. After an hour or so of wandering around carefully, he finally spotted a doe that looked to be weening her child. He cautiously pursued her, and when she was alone, gave her a strong blow to the head.

It was infuriating restraining to eat her. It had only been two hours since he consumed his fawn's mother, and he was already starving. The period of satisfaction had been growing thinner and thinner every time. But he put it out of his mind. Sin needed her more. His curiosity for this fawn's life span was getting the better of him.

Hungry dragged the doe down into his dark abode. While she lay there, still unconscious, he led Sin over to her so he could suckle. This is what awakened her. When her eyes finally opened, Hungry put a hoof to her throat.

"If you say one word or try to run, I will kill you. Understand?"

The doe nodded.

"Good girl." He lifted his hoof. The dim light from the few holes in the ceiling was barely enough to give her a good look of his face. It was enough to make her realize that he wasn't messing around. "This is the deal. You nurse my fawn until he's old enough to eat solid food. When that happens, I'll set you free. If you try to escape, I guarantee you will never see your child or mate again."

The doe finally realized that his alleged fawn had already started nursing. She looked down, only to find a quivering, fleshy mass. She tried her best to stifle a scream.

She couldn't run forever. Not with all that extra weight. This would be easy.

Although simply watching her run was enough of a thrill. If it wasn't for the baby weight, she would probably be the most beautiful doe he had ever chased down. And these were his exact thoughts for approximately one or two seconds.

"Oh wait... I can't see. Nevermind."

She was finally starting to tire. Every so often she would slow down, look behind her, and start a sprint again, only to slow once more. He could run for so much longer. He was barely breaking a sweat. He could hear her slowing and getting closer to him. Her labored breathing was music to his ears. Of all the panicked deer he had listened to, none was so sweet as her. He knew she was special. He didn't know exactly why, but he knew it.

She tripped. It was over. He caught up and stood over her. A vile dark tongue flicked over teeth, exposed by peeled back, decaying lips. His mouth had been forever locked in a grotesque smile, paired with dark, empty eye sockets. She looked at that nightmarish face in fatigued despair.

"Why are you doing this?" She panted. "You said you would leave me alone!"

"Eh?" He tilted his head. "Don't know what you're talking about, dear."

"Please, try to remember me! I'm-- I'm Cin!"

Somehow his fixed smile seemed to grow worse. "And I'm Hungry."

"Gods no--" She tried to crawl away, too panicked to try to stand again without slipping or flailing. "Please, stop..."

"Ha ha! Keep pleading, dear. Maybe someone will hear you." He stepped closer to her, closing the space between them. "Since you appear to know me, I'll try to be merciful."

Before she could reply, he sunk his teeth into her flesh. By now, he had brought this down to a science. Breaking the skin and digging in at just the right angle to tear it off, without ripping off any other tissue. She screamed. It was deafening. He loved it. He ignored the several kicks to his lower legs. Those didn't mean much to him.

Hi there |D

It's been a while for me. I haven't just been missing the game and my friends, I've missed my old characters. So... guess what this blog is LOL

YEAH. RP blog.

So, friends, would you be so kind to humor me? I know a lot of my deer haven't seen their mates in a long time. Skokey's been pining a bit for his oldest friends. AndIjustneedsomethingtoDOOOOO.

Any of my deer are available, obviously. I know I only have two active right now, but that doesn't matter.

Yes the title has to do with Nightmare Before Christmas. As short as that last little song is, it's my favorite ;;

[center][=khaki][i]I like you, friend. Care to walk with me?

"Where are you taking that, Chanse?"

A short woman with black silken locks turned to her son, who had shared most of her features. Her violet eyes met his identical irises. The boy turned, a sandwich wrapped up in his hands.

"To a friend's." He answered timidly.

"Which one?" Xylia smirked, cocking her head.

"Um..." A pause. "Uh-- he's waiting, I gotta go." Chanse gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before making for the door.

Just then he was tackled and clung to by a younger, chocolate haired boy. The littler one looked up at him. "Can I come? I'm bored."

"Well yeah, but I'm not coming straight home..."

"I don't caaaare, I just wanna go somewhere." Ketan blinked and faked a pout to ensure that his brother would agree. It worked, and he smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Just around town. I think there's a new shop and I wanna check it out."

The two boys scrambled out the door and onto the street. Their father, Vessel, passed them by. He asked where they were going, how long they would be, be safe, and all the other parental things he could review before going inside. Chanse answered everything politely. Somehow when he did that, it made his father smile. Vessel didn't smile all that often. He still couldn't figure out why.

And so they went. Chanse led the way with Ketan beside him, who was whistling happily. They passed by several houses and crossed a few streets. The neighbor kids said hello, offered to play a game with them, and ran away with no less enthusiasm after they were turned down. The two brothers seemed as close as they would ever be, even with the strange age gap between them. Ketan seemed to be stuck at age 7. Chanse was 13, but looked much younger. They couldn't quite figure each other out, but either way, they were happy to be friends.

But there came a time when they stopped at the corner of a block and Chanse stopped them. He turned, waving the wrapped sandwich around.

Because I'm lame and need cheering up. But I only have 10 minutes so I won't finish this before school resumes LOL

My boys (and I'm leaving some out) are Skokey, Vessel, Bellsio, Andy, Antoine, Skelter, Ross, Giuseppe, Mime, Zen, Y, Teddy, and Jinhai.

.... Holy hell LOL Well I'll have fun with this...

1. What do you do for a living?
Me? Wha-- I'm an architect...
A psychologist. Or therapist. Whichever you prefer.
I lihve? No johb for me, nuh-uh cB
I work at another nursing home. I kinda miss Bells, though...
A prosecuting attourney.
Office work. Uh... kinda hard to explain... *rubs neck*
Well right now I work with Ma 'n Pa on the farm. I get an allowance for it.
N-Nothing. I used to h-help my mother w-with her f-farm, but n-now I don't live there anym-more.
I'm a circus performer, dude! Wanna see something cool? *CONTORT*
I'm in the army. And that's all I'm saying.
Hmmm~... I suppose I go around universe to universe to see what entertainment there is to be offered... It's hard to come by something actually interesting though.
I don't really have a job anymore... I just.. live in my car.
For a living? Well I suppose my whole life I've been sitting on a pole getting crows to fly away~

2. Are any other people living with you? Who are they?
[=orange]It's just me and my daughter Faytha now.

WARNING: Some bad language

Yeahhhhh... pretty self explanitory HUHU

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