◊ Crepuscular activity.
◊ Vegetarian diet (with salt licks).
◊ Observe the others and never intervene with strangers.
◊ Remain immobile, stay in the rain and walk slowly in the pond.
◊ Enjoy to spar (rarely engage) and bow out of respect whatever the outcome.
◊ Actively run and jump during play times, can tease a lot. Water-splashing lover.
◊ Low daily need for sleep. Usually a light sleeper and never seems to be deeply asleep.
◊ Avoid pelt and antler spells, but doesn't mind masks; likes the kabuki and secretary ones.
◊ Climb high places very quickly, go up and down almost vertical slopes, can stay easily on small ledges.
◊ Spend most of his "outside" time in high mountain places. His body is well adapted to high altitude and has a very good tolerance to negative temperatures, a long-term acclimatization.
No real territory: Neutral traveler. Haunts the high places of the Ename Ruin. Mostly resides around the "cold places" of the Forest (shadows/stones/water).
OBSERVATION
His nighttime vision is excellent; daytime as color vision is pretty average, though.
As any deers, has an exceptional sense of smell but more than any other stimulus, he learned to focus on sounds. Hearing remains his best sense, even with short and slim ears, he is able to notice some low sound levels and identifies the most insignificant noise. He is continuously focused on sounds even while talking or playing.
Eventide is an archaic and Old English name meaning « the time of the evening ».
◊ He is claustrophobic.
◊ His skin is actually black.
◊ Unlike ungulates, his pupils are round.
◊ He is a good swimmer but a bad runner.
◊ Also, an excellent dancer but usually avoids to show it.
◊ His birthplace is unknown and he never speaks about his past.
◊ At times, he appears as a very good teacher. Unsuspected storyteller.
◊ Despite an annual moult, his fur remains abnormally dense in summer. This must affect his mood during hot weather.
◊ He has deep scars on the neck, from a bad climbing experience, all hidden by the thick fur. Only a few have seen them.
◊ It is almost impossible to notice him under the rain because of his scent; indistinguishable by the unfamiliar faces.
◊ His antlers never fall off, so a broken tine will be forever lost and will affect his climbing skills.
◊ He lacks some natural hormones, appears asexual and heteroromantic.
◊ He seems to be unaffected by the rut.
SHAPESHIFTING
Dove form.
The most powerful magic spell of the Forest turns him into a Cocoi Heron (Ardea cocoi). Without magic, he can't keep this form out of The Forest.
"I do not really like it,
Not a reason for stealing my
Ppl want more infos hmm.
Ahhh I've always admired this
Hopefully one day get to interact ♥
Playing with a touchpad is
Anytime Singa, thanks. Lol
Lol Starling, np.
Oh gosh, I would totally be
Here please c: I can be very
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Ahh no problem then! I think
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It was mid morning, the sun had already rose and afternoon was soon to begin with the birds' songs filling the air. During this time of day, this part of the Forest was mostly quiet of any other creatures besides the passing of an occasional stag or doe wandering about.
Alone stood the Copperheart as she faced a seemingly random oak tree. Staring at it, she stayed silent. Only a moment later did she dig her hooves into the ground, face her head down, then charge towards the tree and ram her antlers into it. She let out a small grunt when she took the hit, obviously not quiet understanding what she was doing. As she took her head away from the tree, her ears dropped when she saw she had hardly left a mark on the bark. A short huff of frustration then fell from her mouth.
Again, the antlered doe took a few steps away from the targeted tree as she stood there in silence once more. This time she rose her left hoof up off the ground and hugged it closer to her chest, which was something she often did when she got lost in thought.
"Stupid, stupid," she muttered underneath her breath. She replaced her favored hoof back onto the ground, positioning herself once more as she she definitely intended to try again...whether she fully understood what she was doing or not.
The white stag was wandering
His head rose quickly, the ears perked forward. He had noticed a couple of deers not far from him, but they were napping under a huge weeping willow and didn't seem to react to the noise.
Weird.
He already experienced some illusions in the Forest but the stag always had an acute sense of hearing and he was used to ear the lowest sounds. So naturally, this one peaked his interest enough. Gently, the deer left the water hole and walked toward the great Oak area.
As he reached a hill, he discovered a lonely, thin antlered silhouette, in the middle of the oaks. He was right and could not help a slight smile at this thought. The reddish-brown doe's posture was curious, though, it was like she was ready to fight.
"This tree looks pretty harmless." He took a step forward. "May I ask, what are you doing here, young lady?"
Naoki nearly jumped out of
Looking him over quickly, he didn't appear to be a threat...or at least, his words weren't coming off as aggressive, which relaxed her fight-or-flight instinct that seemed to be in over-gear lately. Her ears then dropped from embarrassment, embarrassed for both her reaction and the fact she was fighting a tree...and the tree appeared to be winning.
"I was, uh, practicing, sir," she said, her ears remained low though she kept her head up high as she spoke to him. Raising her left leg back up and hugging it to her chest, she looked over towards the tree. "Trying to picture it as target practice, I guess...I just have heard others with antlers do these things, using trees I mean." The Copperheart gave a light shrug of her shoulders, looking back to him hoping she was about right with that. She hadn't had the chance to ask her brother about this subject, only remembering she had seem something about it in a book she saw in the human world about feral deer.
Eventide moved slowly when he
As she answered him, he observed her more closely and noticed the hypnotic pattern of her fur. The diversity of the Forest will never stop to amaze him. And when she told him about antlers, the stag had a gentle smile. "You're right, these -he tilted his head to point out his own antlers- need trees indeed."
While he approached a tree, he took care to stay at a good distance from the doe and he kept his eyes fixed on the tree, the head raised, as if the oak just offended him. "But we don't fight trees, they make very poor opponents." He wasn't teasing her, as he spoke, his voice stayed quiet. The doe's naivete was touching. He noticed that outside of the Forest, the female deers rarely had antlers. Only in the great north. The stag always found that curious and never understood the reason. He could assume why she was "practising", though.
"We're using them to sharpen our tines when we feel it's the good time for it." The white stag turned back to her. "I'll show you if you want."
The Copperheart's body
"I guess that makes sense," she murmured, referring to the trees. "I thought maybe I just wasn't trying hard enough," she explained. The entire 'fight' felt off to her, not coming natural at all. Her ears then perked forward as he offered to show her, eyes lighting up. "Would you?" The young doe was definitely eager to learn as no one else had offered her aid and she felt almost embarrassed to bring it up to anyone else she knew who had antlers.
"First, remember that you
Still near the oak, the stag lowered his head almost to the ground. "There is no need to rush on it." As he talked, he gently put his first tines against the tree. "Use your neck and shoulders to wound it. Keep your legs rooted in the ground. Like this." He braced his shoulders and slowly rised his head as the muscles of his back tensed, letting 2 long orange scars through the bark.
He took a step back and looked at her, thereby inviting her to try. At first sight, it seemed simple but all young deers needed a bit of practise, especially to learn how to manage their strength. Generally, they only managed to scratch the bark, and the less patient stubbornly hit their antlers against the wood which is obviously, useless.
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The Copperheart watched with big, intrigued eyes as he stepped closer to the oak. She even dared to inch closer to watch as he prepared, quickly being captivated. He was the first male to show her these things, since Naoki didn't exactly have a father to go to for it and her mother probably wouldn't be the best deer to ask.
When he took a step back, Naoki seemed to completely forget her fear of him from before. She instead was too curious about the marks he had left on the tree and wanted to take a closer look, therefore closing the distance and observing the tree. Seeing now how it was supposed to be done, her ears dropped a bit from embarrassment. It seemed so very obvious after being shown.
"My turn I suppose," she spoke, voice coming out more optimistic. She approached a different side of the same tree, bowing her head down in front of it before touching her antlers to it. She pushed her first tines against the oak, though when she went to jerk her head upwards, the tines skidded and hardly kept contact with the bark. Her ears dropped once more, though this time in more frustration.
"You would think this would just come instinctively to me," she muttered. "I've got antlers, but not much to do with them yet." She sighed, looking back towards the male. "How did you learn all of this?" Naoki now asked, an ear perked up towards him.
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The doe's posture was quite good and as expected her gesture was not.
He was nicely surprised to see that her curiosity quickly won out. She seemed insecure with him, as if she experienced bad encounters... While she approached to examine the tree, he felt pride and a real sense of purpose, it was the same feeling he got when he taught fawns. He hadn't feel it in a long time, maybe two years, distrust had spread across the Forest.
When she asked him, the question disarmed him a bit. The stag's ears perked up and his eyes widened. He turned his head toward the horizon, "How...?", he muttered.
He felt a wave of feeling rise up, mixed this time. Eventide had no memory of his birthplace, he simply remembered his past as a fawn when he played with his peers, through the Forest. He had never lived with his parents.
Finally, he looked at her again. "No one. I have only observed others, I have always learned this way," he answered.
He smiled at her. "Well, you will have to try it again. Your legs are fine but your neck is not, try to tame your strength. Take your time, you will get it."
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Aw thank you very much
*boops nose*
*soft scream*
We were with you briefly,
But it was so so good to see even's picto!
Aww indeed, I was afk almost
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I'm completely captivated by
I must track, right this instant.
Good to see him in the