Twist eye had not noticed until recently that some of the deer were different from the others. Sure, there had been the obvious differences in color, antlers, and behaviors, but to the genderless mistchild there had never been much of a distinction between male and female.

The season of the rut was a time in which such things became much more important. The deer she had seen sticking in large groups with fawns were seeking out the larger, somewhat more solitary ones. The does were looking for stags to sire the next generation, and prospective fathers were ready to fight for the opportunity to mate. It was a fact of life, a fact that had never occurred to the lone fawn, born of the air. Not until recently.

Twist eye had been watching stags fight. They weren't fighting over it; the mistchild was too young, and lacked a doe's gift to bear life, but she watched with an artist's eye, listened to every clack of antler and every step, smelled the emotion in the air- Twist eye was inspired. They only barely seemed to notice it watching, but by the end of it, Twist eye had been as exhausted as the stags, having tried to imitate all their best lunges and parries with invisible opponents.

Now back beside the pond, Twist eye looked down at it's- no, his reflection. The mistchild's shifting abilities had morphed it's previously ambiguous form into that of a youthful buckling, widening his frame, thickening his neck and slimming down his underbelly. There were even two false buttons where horns or antlers might be on a full-grown buck. It was a temporary change, yes, but the mistchild was proud of it. It wouldn't be long, it thought while it's form returned to normal, before Twist eye would be able to fight like the big stags.

Twist eye was a fawn like any other. Neither buckling nor doe-child, it had managed to avoid attracting much attention from casters and was virtually scentless. Still, it seemed to want to make itself known. Twist eye was a creature of small stature and small voice, who hadn't even giving roaring a second thought, but it was a good runner and jumper, and hearing what she thought could be someone else nearby the plain fawn began hopping and bounding about, kicking up leaves and generally making a scene of itself.

The fawn was alone, having left the nice owl-deer that had let Twist eye and some other fawns follow along behind to explore on it's own. Finding the noise she had been following to be only a passing hare, Twist eye stopped wasting it's energy and took the time to lie down on it's belly, a little disappointed but no worse off than it had been.

Name for viewing:*Glyph/name coming soon*
Name for typing: Twist eye
Monikers: Mist-child, Bow-step
Gender: Ambiguous (physically appears as an antlered hind)

Can recognize: *glyphs and names coming soon*

Language known(for literate rp): None. Illiterate, Inarticulate.

current age: fawn

Personality: Twist eye is a bold, curious being that doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space. It is very passive toward the moods of others, but may mimic them. It wears an ever passive expression, and runs wherever it goes. Twist eye likes to wriggle through the bars of the cage and meditate in it, but can be roused, if reluctantly, from that place easily enough. Twist eye loves the fog which bore it and likes to dance through it with as many others as it can. It seems to favor grey and black pelts, beaked masks, and large antlers.

History: Twist eye appeared as a child in the endless forest, during a thick fog. It met several other fawns and briefly was seen with an owl-pelted, short horned deer. It has not been here long.

Appearance: Still very young, Twist eye has very little to make her distinct from other fawns. It's pelt is starting to turn golden, but at will she can make it darker or lighter. She cannot yet change it's color or fade away her spots. Her face is peach, with little dark flecks surrounding her eyes.