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the~SENTRY [Vipin]



TITLE
The Ram/The Sentry/labyrinth


FULL~NAME
Vipin Penn Gracemore


MEANING
"of the Forest"; Sanskrit


GENDER
male/stag/hart


AGE
presumably and somewhat eternally in mid-to-late twenties
created in February of 2008


DATE~ofBIRTH
February 23


LADY~LOVE
Hercules/Her &hearts


FORMER~INFATUATIONS
GoldenWinged; mate of a year
Lin; sister/daughter type, though she loved him
Skokey; cannot return his feelings


SIRE~andDAME[=10]
Nevermore; currently dormant
Azalea; murdered by Aspen

dark [Kaoori "challenge"]

[=10]There was a swell in the dark; a swell of cobalt blue, swept with stars. A round eye turns toward the sky, black with laces of spots, unnervingly violet, before turning back down onto the shuddering surface of the Pond. The hind smiled ruefully, while the others slept, their chests rising and deepening with each breath of sweet air that they took, complacent in their unconsciousness, placid. She stepped among them, a grace in the dark, a naïve and otherworldly grace like no other. The pond shone in her wake, silver and glorious. How could something be more glorious than she? The thought pestered her for a few seconds before she mildly answered to herself; it wasn’t. It just appeared to be, for she knew that all were always less than she, in value and in appearance. She was beautiful, motherly, kindly, lovely, spirited, pleasant, admirable, gallant, a perfect spirit. As she did often say so herself.

There was a fawn sleeping down by the edge of the pond, shuddering whenever a breeze passed over, disturbingly cool. Kaoori watched with an interest that prickled—such gorgeous interest!—at the little being, so fragile and easily broken. Very easily broken, as it was. Ears flicked. The child was freezing, obvious to her eyes, but she made no move to comfort it. She was simply too good! Although restless in this night, she did not have time for such unimportant matters. She did not even know the creature. It coughed, hacking and sputtering, waking up from its light doze, staring around with frightened eyes. “Mum?” it questioned, hollowly, staring at the blue hind with a stare that could terrify the dead. Lavender eyes, like cold doll’s eyes, stared back into brown irises. “No,” she said simply, and the fawn swallowed, a cold sweat running from it’s forehead.

“Where is s-she?” it asked, sounding afraid as the doe stepped closer, her antlers sleek and black and imposing in the shade.

deer designs

[=10]VIPIN

size... very large, about five feet at the shoulder. muscular shoulders, back, thighs and legs. when drawn compared to other normal deer he should be considerably, if not freakishly, taller than them.
eyes... a very pretty grey-blue, often more grey than blue.
antlers... dark grey antlers, curved forward like a ram's. surprisingly thick at the base but thin out as they go farther down. dangerously sharp at the end of the prong, which goes to about the start of his ear.
pelt... depending on how you see the magpie pelt, his fur should be white and black. on the top where you may either see the pelt as purple or green and such, his is a very refined, sooty black color, which fades into white where the greenish-gray is on his stomach. markings on his sides vary.
mask... Vipin's "mask" is not a mask. he and Aspen have both inherited the skull from their father's side of the family, but it is not a mask, it is their face. therefore it should be drawn will no tie, possible magpie fur flakes hanging on to it, and no face underneath it; just the skull.
wounds... various scars lining his back and neck.

ASPEN

Size... very large for a female deer, especially when compared to smaller, more petite does. also about five feet high at the shoulder, and very close to Vipin's height, even if he is a stag. oddly thin legs but a very muscular neck and back. when drawn with other does she should be, very much so, taller than them.
eyes... very dark blue with grey, called slate blue. at times, when infuriated or worried, they may shift to black.
antlers... although most does are seen with the rounded doe antlers or even no antlers at all, Aspen has sharp, curved grey antlers.

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a c c e p t a n c e:;.~

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Acceptance:;.~

A wonderful emotion I feel lately.

Ah, hello again! Aspen here. I have not felt the urge to write until now; my prose may have significantly improved. I haven’t been out if the Forest lately either; mostly it’s been Vipin and Xylia, due to her doe day coming around a few days late. Such an odd doe she is… Curious… Oh well. I suppose I should update you on the progress I have made?

Yes… I nuzzled him… -blushes- After much prodding from young Fulu I did nuzzle him a week ago. I feel comfortable around him now… Maybe we were meant to be after all? I found him a few days after that, again coincidentally with Fulu, and I once again managed to greet him and get the same reply. Just yesterday I also nuzzled him. A curious world, I live in. But none the less I feel as if we were meant to be… Perhaps we are?

Today I awoke to a once-again sunny Forest. The recent weather changes had dampened my spirits, but now I was as bright and cheerful as can be. I sighted Fulu’s pictograph on the map and trotted over to her, only to find her with the one called Zilant. He wore the full beluga set, and it looked fairly nice on him. A cute couple they make, indeed… I also sighted my love, but alas I was too nervous to approach him whilst he was with another… Doe… The one called SS I believe…

After greeting Fulu and a few others, I found that the one called Sqish was being harassed by SS. Being the fiery doe I am, I had nothing else to do but protect him while Walter surprisingly tried to calm her down. I snorted and stalked off, back to Fulu and Zilant, who were walking backwards. I picked up a roughly familiar picto on the side of the map; … Darcy’s.

l o n e l i n e s s:;~



Loneliness:;.~

I feel this emotion very often now.

Today I awoke to a sunny Forest. I thanked the Gods for the quick weather change as my brother and Xylia gave me scrutinizing looks for saying so. They were apparently distraught that the Forest was normal, so I went in myself. I unwaveringly went to the Twin Gods’ statues to pray and thank them, and I found my hooves taking me towards the Sunbeam.

Now, I had never known Run. I knew she was a great person in mind and body.

I bowed in the deepest of respects and lay there for minutes as I listened to the sounds of birds; not wolves. Is this how death felt? If I died, would people mourn me every day? … Most likely not, ‘fore none know me well. How would I die? Would my father kill me, like he murdered my mother? Would the pain be quick, or would it linger as I faded? Would there even be pain…?

I cannot think about death yet. I am too young.

I walked to the Idol and was greeted by my brother, the one called Swallowtail, and the one called Rutilus. Swallowtail was a very quiet doe, never really speaking out. I thought her like me and surveyed Rutilus, a golden stag like my love. He was kind and made me feel welcome in the tiny little group. We pranced around for a bit before he looked at me with bright blue eyes, bowed, and left.

After he left, I felt loneliness clench my heart, and my brother and Swallowtail left too. I curled up around the ever-crying Idol to ponder life… And to ponder death.

Best Regards,

Aspen;;

f e a r:;.~



[=white][=9][center]Fear:;.~

I bottle up this emotion more than I should.

Today I woke up to the delighted laughs of my brother and sister as they pranced about in the fog, the bats swirling like a dark cloud of disease above them. I stayed in the Ename as they giggled like idiots, happy for the weather change the Gods have ‘blessed’ them with.

Gee, thanks.

I fear the fog. I fear the bats. I fear the lament songs that the wolves sing, seemingly right behind me. I fear the pond and it’s murky waters, clinging to my hooves and insisting on dragging me under to it’s dark depths. I fear the Old Oak, a once inviting place, and it’s massive cave of darkness. I fear the shadows, moving in and out in the shapes of deer.

I fear the Forest.

Vipin and Xylia insisted on bringing me out to look at the dramatic change, forcing me to walk around for a bit. I grudgingly accepted, only because I wanted to see if he was there. I made my way to the Twin Gods, to beg them to change it soon, when I was greeted by the one called Skokey. His pelt was the blue-black of twilight verging on night, speckled with golden yellow stars. His antlers were thin and brown, then fat and round at the ends. His mask scared me half to death.

It was hollow, with eye sockets as dead as my mother. They were streaked with dry blood, and I could smell the rusty stench of it. I greeted him politely, but he seemed more eager to buttonmash instead. I shrugged and walked off. My brother would meet up with him later.

I made it to the pond. It was dark; unforgiving, even, as I sat down in the shallows to ponder. I pondered what I would do after I greeted my love again. What would I do after I greeted him? What if my fear got the best of me and I fled? What if neither of us said anything, and I bored him? What if… He never felt the same…?

No.

I cannot believe that.

e n v y:;~



Envy:;.~

I feel it much more often then I should now.

I envy the does that converse so easily with stags. I envy their bravery to simply walk up to them and greet a new stag like they were old friends. I envy the control over emotions they have; to be to control their urge to run in embarrassment away from him. Or maybe that part is just me; I never show emotion, and when I do I can never control it.

I envy their beauty.

I envy the does who attract every stag to their slender frame and warm eyes. I feel like a repellent, always shunned from a group because of how much a stag I look. My eyes are a cold slate blue, never to be warm or inviting. My pelt is a dark opaque shade, shaggy and disgusting. My mask… My mask is what defines me well. Most does are blessed with the beautiful deer mask, and oh, what an amazing sound it makes! But I have made I promise… I never wear that mask in honor of the doe Run.

My bellow is deep, not graceful and moving like most does’. My body is muscular, not slender and lithe. My walk is slow and annoying, not quick and timed. My face is partly disguised and hides the monster I will become in a few months…

I envy the does.

What am I to claim that I love him?

Hopefully this may change.

Pray that it might.

Best Regards,

Aspen;;

e m b a r r a s s m e n t:;.~



Embarrassment:;.~

It’s a cruel thing.

My human had just returned from a short vacation, and I was eager to feel the cold breeze of the Forest. A few deer were confused by my action, but I took them no notice. Then, who should appear but he himself! It’s some kind of cruel trick; my human always putting me into the Forest when he arrives. I shy away from him, waiting for the perfect time to walk up to him.

Who should then come but a mystery deer, their face hidden by a long mask. They were adorned in peacock feathers and an uncommon navy and white coat. They insisted on following me around until they went to bother him. Oh, how much fury I felt! I was about to trot over and put some sense into them, before I sighted the old one. He looked younger, in the gazelle pelt and brown real deer mask. He began to attack the mystery deer, in a blunt, unexplainable rage.

He was apparently bored by this deer and came over to maul me. I was not going to tolerate that, oh no! I put up quite a fight, and I presumed myself winning until I looked up.

Why was he always there?

I faltered, and the demon gazelle grew bored. He went over to attack my love, shortly departing after that. Oh, how I wished I could have ripped the fur off of his back! Instead of my usual white shade around my face, I was scarlet with embarrassment. My love seemed as confused as my heart felt, staring at me with those ever-beautiful grey eyes.

Unwittingly, I fled.

There will be a time.

There will.

Best Regards,

Aspen:;.~

c o m p a n y :;.~



~.:: Company

It’s another great and confusing thing.

I was prodded by my brother this afternoon. He told me the human had know chosen me to go into the Forest. I was elated, fore he said the Forest had been blessed and was now tinged red, and the mysterious Anzel was there as well. I bid farewell to young Xylia and hopped into the Forest, running towards where Anzel’s pictograph shone like a yellow fire.

I was so excited I did not see him.

He was there!

I skidded to a stop, turned, and bolted behind a nearby tree. My heart thumped like a rabbit’s foot, and I could hear that my own breathing was labored and quick. I peeked out from behind the fungi and sighted him, looking at me with the most beautiful grey eyes. I gasped and hid again, only to realize this would probably be one of my only chances to see Anzel.

I managed to muster up enough courage to go nuzzle motionless Anzel, before stepping back again, not quite as far. He did nothing but breathe, soft and gently, as I cowered pathetically before him. I began getting closer and closer, until I could stand next to him without fleeing in terror. The twilight ghost Anzel did nothing but stand until she bolted away towards the Oak.

We followed.

She sat down on the warmed soil as we made our way inside. My pelt brushed his golden one, and I literally jumped over to my spot next to Anzel. He sat down as well, a polite distance away, as I watched in pained lust and admiration. Oh, how much I dearly want him…

Anzel soon entered darkness, and he left.

I was alone again.

Soon, I will confront him.

Soon.

Best regards,

Aspen;;
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