Favorite place: The bridge at the pond
Favorite flower: Water lillies
Infatuation: No one yet
Gender: Female - Antler Doe
Name: Nimbreth (elven meaning for Birch)
Nickname: Nim or Kura (Her mothers name before she became seperated)
Personality: Often feels alone, but once known, it delightful, happy, playful and loving.
Siblings: None but will consider other deer who may get close to her soul sisters, or soul brothers.
Favorite past time: Walking the forest, seeing who is around and what's happening.
Title: none yet
Favorite Foods: Purple flower petals and small mushrooms.
Family: none here

History:
Many nights had passed since the sun set on that frightful evening.
Nimbreth, as a young fawn ventured away from her beloved mother. She hadn't planned to go far, she only wanted to play with a lightning bug that has made it's way into their brambled home. Winking in and out of sight, the bright and tiny creature had given much more to the chase than simply dissappearing down a rabbit hole, or sent chittering up a tree. Such foul language squirrels had. "City talk" her mother had called it. The venture had spent the night quickly and Nimbreth found herself far and away of her mothers protective shadow. Bleating till her throat was raw and painfilled she wandered again 'till nightfall. Collapsing among stone ruins her stolen heart was only appeased by the absence of her conciousness. She dreamed not this night but slept in sheer exhaustion.
As dawn broke through the filtering trees, the cold stone brought forth the reality of her plight before she had even opened her amber eyes. She was alone. Bellows and howls, and calls of other deer she knew nothing of filled the distance. She listened intently for a long time to realise that none of those promising voices belonged to Kura, her mother.

This morning was the beginning. The beginning of her adult hood. How she had yearned and wished and waited ever so patiently for this day to come, to come into her own. With a dark heavy graceful rack that curved down past her muscled shoulders anda soft gleaming striped pelt that had been scented by the clover field... Kura sat in contemplation.

What had she been expecting? When she was just a mere fawn the adults had helped her to find her way. They taught her how to feed, and which plants were safe as well as those that were not. They had guided her to water and also whereto sleep safely through the cool nights.

But now.. now was a time where she was far less welcomed.

"No longer am I a part of something much bigger. Now.. now I am alone. I am chased away from those who watch over their little ones as though I am a common beast." The thought left a strong distaste in her mouth, and a heavy weight on her heart.

Resting beneath the old willow she had all but literally grown up beneath, a soft breeze shifted the branches gently sending the tiny leaves tickling over her fur.

The fog was thick today. "All the better I suppose." she considered, as it made it easier for her to dissappear. Somehow she had expected more, or at least, not to be shut out of the world she had grown to love so dearly. "Even the mid-day Sun shuns me. What drearyness I wake in."

The red-wing black birds danced in an elegant swirl within the heavy mist playing, seeking food, and enjoying their time upon the earth.

Sadness settled deeper within her heart as she rested her head upon the dew-laden grasses. She was alone. Surely this day was nothing more than an Omen of what was to come.