The Story Behind the Mask

'The fawn looked around her, and yawned. Two more days until she grew up! Smiling, she began to dance around the blueberry-filled hollow. Her father looked up irritably. He was a gigantic brown stag, and Prytariel's fur took after his: brown spotted, except she was more like her dead mother: Long eyelashes, a pale face, delicate hooves.

"Sit down, fawn. It was bad enough when your mother left us so I had to take care of you all by myself. Don't make my job harder."

Obediently she sat, folding her long legs underherself, but it was not long before a question arose.

"Daddy, why don't we ever see other deer?" She had never seen another deer around since her mother died. Her dad grunted softly.


"I don't like visitors. This hollow has been off-limits for a while and will be for a longer while, at least until I'm gone. Now please shut up!" She fell silent under his rising voice.

Prytariel didn't like how mean her daddy was. He would yell at her for the leastest of questions, such as why it was always sunny here. She began to dislike so much sun and blueberries every single day. She longed for a change. But her father never let her into the 'real world.'

"Daddy, I'm leaving." She slowly got up and stretched, and began to back away. Her father looked up, that dangerous glint in his eye.

"Oh no you don't!" The stag began to run towards her, antlers lowered and ready to toss her back from the edge of the secretive hollow. Prytariel flung dignity to the winds and all-out ran. She knew that if those antlers reached her she would be flung up, up and far back to no chance of freedom and total chance of injury....she ran. There was a faint purple shimmer at the edge, a wall.

She broke through, and immediately was caught in a soaking downpour. The last she heard was a bellowed curse before Prytariel dared a look back- there was nothing there.

Gone.

Her fawnhood, gone like that? Now a deer approached, with gentle eyes full of understanding....

"Mom?" Prytariel whispered, tears leaking from her black eyes.

The doe smiled and gently nuzzled her daughter.

"I never died...just escaped. I'm so sorry for leaving you, my dear one." For several long moments Prytariel could barely speak for happiness.

She was free.




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Age: 18. (Transformed into appromimate human years from deer years.)

Her face looks like this: (Warning- bad drawing ahead)

Mate/Likes:

• No one so far.
  Forest actions:
  Paw at the ground- follow
  Rear- fight
  Antlers lowered- fight
  Laugh- Happy
  Low bow- Respect
  Part bow- Greetings or confused return to a bow
  Nuzzle- Like/love/occasionally means deepest gratitude
  Sniff- Getting to know you
  Scared- Scared.
  
  I needed to give Prytariel a permanent footing in the Forest, so I wrote her history with her permission. Here you go, Tariel. Hope she gets to know other deer better ^^
  
  And have a good day.