"A stag of old, my hinds and fawns have long since departed me from this world.
I bear the scars of time; both of pelt and of soul. Heed my cry; the bellows of an aged heart, and take life not for granted, for only the Gods are truly of the immortal spirit."
"I am a young male, my antlers in their first full bloom.
My voice is soft, still yet unheard in this forest of eternity, but my heart beats strong to make up for what is lacked."
Of course the day I finally decide to post blogs for both my deer, their spell data gets lost. 
