-spoken by Iphea, includes artwork-
It settles over me, painting me in warmth and color unlike any deer from my homeland has ever worn. My tines, they blacken. My pelt turns a shade of such deep blue, it is almost as if the night sky has settled over it, with a snow-colored belly underneath. As if blue and white cannot co-exist, a strip of the deepest black falls between them, attaching itself there to highlight my form. The magic settles over me in golden dust and golden glow, a beautiful sight for others to see, and me to feel. Suddenly, I can feel the heartbeat of another. I can feel it in the ground, in the flowers, in the air. A feeling of ecstasy runs through me, and I stretch my neck, my body, to feel the rush. My eyes are closed, but barely, pulled by my eyebrows as they raise with feeling. The magic settles over me.
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The time seems to go on forever as my tines turn back, but each sound is buffeted with the sound of the heartbeat-magic flowing through my ears, muffled. My hooves twitch, legs stretch as if in a leap, though I lay flat on the ground, my side now crushing the violets beneath me. If others have watched, I don't know, so lost am I as the magic settles over me.
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I rise, and smile. Sniffing my own fur, I am surprised to find that I don't smell any different, though my luxurious fur developed the proper color. Excited, like a fawn, I trotted to the edge of the river to peer at myself. I was reborn. My face stared at me, brown yet, with its usual spotted nose. My pelt seemed to fade behind me, a deep blue, my chest a brilliant white. I smiled, before beaming as I noticed my Pictogram. My deer-head-shaped naming symbol gained its own pictogram, a dot atop the tines.
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I feel like a god, the magic of the forest running through me as the river does the heart of this land.
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Oh, thank you wild wild world.
