Life Begins Here - open RP

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(If no one joins me, I will just keep adding to this and make it a story of sorts, but it is open, anyone can meet and join. And that means anyone, at any number of players, at any time. Smiling )

Her first thought upon waking isn't actually a thought at all, really. It's a vision (or maybe a memory, she can't much tell the difference anymore) of a deep roan pelt, the scent of poppies. She knows immediately that this is what her mother must have smelled like; knows that the flash of color in the back of her eyes is the color of her mother's fur, of the painted mask the doe wore. Will I look like her, someday? she catches herself wondering, but quickly shakes the thought, and the vision, off. Dis-remembers it. Un-remembers it. Erases it without truly forgetting. That's the way it always is.

The afternoon is harsh on her eyes, the sun hot and bright. Era pushes up on her front legs first, stretches from the front to the back, cat-like. She cannot complain too much about the heat, it's better than being forced to brave a heavy snowfall alone. And at least there is the pond to wash away the sunlight.

"Thank you for another blessed morning." she says with reverence, turning to face the Statues before bending, one leg forward and one knee bent, worshiping the way she's taught herself to do every day since the day she dis-remembered her mother.

She prays to see tomorrow. She sings the praises of the almighty God. When she is finished, she turns to face the pond where she sees several deer basking in the warmth of the afternoon, naked and happy. She remembers hearing about some sort of social cleansing taking place today and realizes she has slept through the festivities.

It matters not, she thinks, resolute, and begins her journey toward The Great Oak, where she hopes the gray stag she met the day before will be. The walk is lonely but peaceful. She listens to the leaves crunching beneath her little hooves, takes a moment to stop and smell the hyacinths. This search, this need to find those deer who have touched her, comforted her in some way has become a pattern, a somewhat painful one at that. She never finds them. But today, she forces the despair away and instead hopes.

It isn't that she needs any of the others, really. It's only that, sometimes...just, sometimes...

Era comes to a stop when the silhouette of the Great Oak comes into view through the early mist and dappled shadows. Suddenly unsure, she cannot bring herself to take the last few steps into the vicinity. She knows the Oak is home to many of the inhabitants of the forest, but while she isn't shy in the least, she is at least aware of the dangers surrounding an intrusion of that sort.

Instead, she calls out with a strong but cautious bleet. Perhaps the gray pelted stranger from the evening before is there now. Perhaps he will hear her, recognize her call.
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A doe with a pelt as dark as

A doe with a pelt as dark as nightfall lifted her head in alert to the sound of a call nearby.
Blue eyes scanned the undergrowth,searching for the deer who had uttered the bleet.

There it was.

The small doe got to her dainty hooves and turned her attention to the deer,tilting her head to the right a little,making the feathers on her head stir.
Was it lost?
Did it know where it was?
How it got here?

The questions bounced around in her mind.
The nightfall pelted doe always had a great curiosity,which so far had not killed her surprsingly.
And with that curiosity,the mini trotted over to the stranger,slowing down as she neared it and preforming a half bow of politeness.
"Greetings stranger"


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The fawn startles. She'd been

The fawn startles. She'd been so focused on the Great Oak - with little hope of finding anyone else - that the other, more adult and feminine voice comes as a surprise.

"Oh! But you're not-"

Not him. She almost says, but bites her tongue before the rudeness can be spoken and finds her manners. Quickly and as gracefully as she can, she returns the bow politely, making sure to bend just a bit further, out of respect for age and status. The doe is beautiful. Era briefly envies her majesty.

"Hello, I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud. I was looking for someone and the last time I saw him he was...here."

She fidgets, paws at the ground lightly, then says, "Do you live here?"
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The dark pelted doe took a

The dark pelted doe took a step back as the fawn bleeted.
Not what?

The little one had probably been expecting some other deer,but was greeted instead by a mini doe,with a pale orange mask hiding the look of confusion on her face,along with a long black braid draping the left side,and a crown of long,shiny feathers that sprouted from her head like fine grass.

"Hello, I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud. I was looking for someone and the last time I saw him he was...here."

Her face softened into sympathy at once.
She too knew that feeling.

"Oh,small one,It's ok....I know how you feel.." The mini mused to herself,blinking as her mind wandered.But in a flash the doe snapped back to reality as another question was uttered.

"Hm,where else is there to go? This forest is endless,but if you mean here,at the Old Oak,not really.I prefer the rolling hills..."




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Of course. Why had she even

Of course. Why had she even asked the question in that way? The immensity of the forest is overwhelming and Era often forgets that home seems to be everywhere and nowhere all at once in this place.

"Ah. Yes, I know that place. Those hills. They're beautiful."

Much like the doe in front of her. Indeed, Era has spent the last few days meeting and glimpsing the stags and does that make their home in this forest but few of them have left her underwhelmed. She wonders what it is about this place that makes it so...different. Suddenly she is aware of her gangly, awkward limbs, the patchiness of her fur, the overwhelming plainness of her existence in the face of this kind stranger.

"Might I ask what you call yourself?" She asks suddenly, without meaning to. Perhaps she should have waited to be asked first.
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The smallish doe nodded

The smallish doe nodded slowly,her eyes glimmering with wistfullness as she looked in the direction of the Birch Forest.
How beautifull it was indeed.She loved watching and listening to the multicolored birds as they sang.
It felt like they were singing to her and her alone.

Feeling her mind wandering again,the dark blue doe drew her attention back to the fawn,taking a small step forward.

"Awentia...I named myself...I like the sound if it" She mused,nodding again.
"And I would like to know yours please,can't keep calling you Little One all the time you know?" She replied,a lighthearted tone in her small voice.


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Era responds after a moment.

Era responds after a moment. "You can. You can call me whatever you want. You can...call me Little One, if you want."

Suddenly shy, she glances away from the doe's sweet face, watches a honey bee hover over and kiss a violet hyacinth in the patch near them. Finally, she lets out a little breath.

"Eraline. No one gave it to me either. I just...when I woke up one day, I kind of...felt it." Her eyes appear to glaze over for a moment, lost as she remembers that moment. She was soaking wet when she woke up that morning beside the Twin Gods Statue, as if someone had dumped her into the pond while she was sleeping. Of course that couldn't explain it, it is impossible that anyone could have ever slept through that. But that had been the feeling. She'd blinked her eyes open, looked into the faces of the statues above her and suddenly the feeling had come to her, a caress against the outer edges of her ears. A whisper. Er...line....Eraline.

She had been so frightened. Why can't she remember anything else?

After a light, almost subtle shake of her head to clear her thoughts, to be able to focus on this kind and gentle doe Awentia, she paws once again at the dirt, lightly, playfully, nearly touching Awentia's hooves. Ears perked and suddenly chipper, light, she says "It's a pleasure to meet you, Awentia! I'm very happy you found me!"

She makes a sound, something between a bleet and a chuff. "The stag I came to find isn't here. There's no reason for me to be here right now anymore." She hopes her disappointment isn't evident.

"Would you mind showing me your favorite place?"



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Her blue leers softened more

Her blue leers softened more as the fawn spoke of her name.
Such a pretty name it was.

"Eraline...Eraline....I think I will call you that.it's beautifull"

She nodded,studying the fawn with keen intrest.Awentia took a step closer and sniffed it lightly,getting to know it's scent in case she felt like looking for it later.
For she knew already,this fawn may make a good companion.

She looked down as the fawn pawed at her hooves and a smile tweaked her lips,which was even visible through the mask.
"Why,it's nice to meet you too,child.You are very friendly dear...I like you"

She hoped the fawn would'nt take her comment to rashly,the nightfall doe always spoke her mind.
And it was true.She liked this fawn.Very friendly.
"Hmm...Mabye he will show up again,it's a small world.But there are many wonders,oh,and of course! I don't mind sharing at all."

Awentia turned around,her back facing the Old oak.
She jerked her head in the direction of the Birch Forest and bounded off.


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Era doesn't hesitate. She

Era doesn't hesitate. She follows as quickly as her legs can take her, breathing hard, skipping, but mostly, laughing. Running has always been one of her biggest pleasures. She cannot count how many times she's taken a hard and fast run through the forest to clear her head. There is something about the way her body seems to cut through the wind, the way twigs snap beneath her hooves.

The best part is not being able to see clearly. That mystery attracts her like that honey bee to the hyacinth.

She rears to a halt only when the kind doe does and tosses her head back, giggling. Era breathes in the air and takes in the view, a bit overcome by the newness of this area, though she knows she's at least been here in passing many times before. With a new friend by her side, there is a freshness to it, like seeing it with brand new eyes.

"You must love it here," she says softly. "Are you alone here?"

The assumption being that if the doe is usually alone, then perhaps she too has no family, mate or friends. Era leaves the question vague, however, unsure of how to broach a subject like that with a mature doe, herself just a fawn.
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The dark blue doe bounded

The dark blue doe bounded gracefully as she made her way to her most favortie spot.
Well,that was an overstatement.
Her most,most favorite haunt was by the Ruins,with the little lone Idol Child.
But that place was to personal for her.

But the doe was willing to share her other haunt with this lively child.Awentia figured she would like it,for it served as a mini playground her her in her fawn days.
Her keen eyes darted around the Birch,scanning for the location.

There it was! Just a few bounds away,and staight ahead.

Awentia bounded lightly onto the rock and faced the fawn.
"Well,we're here.I call this the mini playground.I used to play here alot when I too was only a child."

The "Mini PLayground" was situated not to far away from De Drinkplaats,and not to far from First Wood either.In fact you could see the Old Oak from here.

"Mmm,I do,I often come here to think....Alone you say? Not to much...I do have many friends.But sometimes being alone can be a sanctuary for me....Not that I don't mind company at all."



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(Sorry this took me so long,

(Sorry this took me so long, I had a really really bad day yesterday and I just wasn't up to it. Smiling )



The fawn sits back and listens patiently to the doe. A thoughtful cock of the head later, she says, "Me too. Being alone is easier some days."

She thinks about her bad days, the ones defined by her nightmares and blackouts.

"Most days." Softly, almost an afterthought.

She stands and, boldly, without permission, she leaps onto the rock beside the doe Awentia, close enough so that her body is pressed lightly into the taller doe's side.

"Doe Awentia, do you worship?"

The question is abrupt, but she tilts her head up at the doe expectantly, as if this is the kind of thing others talk about openly.
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(No worries,I totally

(No worries,I totally understand.and feel better soon <3)

Awentia nodded slowly in agreement,her cerulean leers looking mystified as the doe looks off in the distance,the faint glint of the marble statues of the Gods glittering in the distance.

The nightfall pelted doe glanced back at Eraline as the fawn leaped up beside her and pressed herself against her side.Her heart melted in a breeze of affection for the child,how fawns warmed her heart so...

"Doe Awentia, do you worship?"

The question made the doe look down curiously at Era,she had never met a fawn who asked that before...or any other deer for that matter.It was'nt a subject that was brought up often strangly...
With another glace at the hill where the statues were situated,she let out a sigh.
"Yes,as often as I can....It gives me comfort in the darkest times.Or when I simply need to feel their presence...And you,Era? Do you worship the twin deity's?"

She asked with a humble voice,as often she did when talking of the Gods.





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"Ah." Era says after a

"Ah." Era says after a moment. "Always."

Now sure that she is in the company of devout doe, she wonders if she should be more honest about the nature of her own devotion. But how could she ever adequately explain her attraction to those massive idols? She runs the potential conversation through her head but the end is always the same; always verging on a desperation that she knows is unbecoming of new acquaintances. Instead, she glances into the doe's face and smiles a small, human smile. "I only ask because you're so kind. I imagine anyone as kind as you would know the Gods."

She tilts her head, ears dipping backward bashfully. "I'd like to be a witness to them some day. I mean...I've heard, from others - not that I like to eavesdrop or anything - that sometimes they really come..."

There is a note of doubt in her words, a sort of childish, uninitiated caution. Era feels it building in her chest suddenly, a yearning to see that which she has not yet been blessed to see. That feeling tights in her face for a moment, hardens her mouth and jaw. This little fawn is suddenly all too serious for her age.

The moment passes. The tension leaves her in a breath until she is lying beside the doe, her body now unabashedly nestled into her side, her head resting on the cool beneath them. "Would you mind very much if I stay here with you a while, Doe Awentia? I don't feel like visiting with the other fawns right now."

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Awentia nodded,warmed by the

Awentia nodded,warmed by the fawn's question.How inqunsitive she seemed about the gods..

"The stories are true child,I have seen one of them myself...But only for a brief moment.But I cherish that memory...."

The doe chuckled slightly and nosed the fawn tenderly on the ear.
"Their appearances are rather rare,but trust me,you will definatly know when a god is present in this small world"

She wondered if Eraline would be intrested in hearing about the the great Zombie deer that comes every year.Velocity was a giant beast,she did'nt want to scare the fawn.
But the doe shrugged the thought off with a flick of her head and laid down beside the fawn.
"Of course,i'll be glad of the company,Eraline.."