This looked...really useful so I hijacked it.

Aeros

Current Mood: Sentimental
Being played right now? No
Set: Orca pelt, poppies in antlers, no mask
Current Form: Stag
Currently: Thinking about the good old days

Naire

Current Mood: Irritable
Being played right now? No
Set: Gray and white pelt, Real Deer antlers, Great Forest Spirit mask
Current Form: Antlerdoe
Currently: venting to herself

Corsair

Current Mood: Obnoxious
Being played right now? No
Set: None
Current Form: Fawn
Currently: Bothering Naire

Loop

Current Mood: Calm
Being played right now? No
Set: None
Current Form: Fawn
Currently: Looking out at the others

And I decided to write a short story about a deer who's since passed on, and is looking at the forest.

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What It Was by Fayne

He was walking amongst the trees, silently, and without haste. His form was wavering and transparent to those who could see him - and even they, the birds, squirrels, and other small creatures weren't disturbed by his presence. The other deer paid him no heed. They had no idea he was even there. A part of him appreciated this, for he could stand and watch without incident. Still, the rest of him wanted desperately to be one of them again.
Two fawns sat paralell to the Ename Ruins, while a mature stag with six tines on each antler told them a ghost story. In the old one's time, the ruins had been a glorious castle, filled with Them. Now there was nothing left of it's former glory. The stag dipped his head in a silent sigh, and stretched a leg out to move on.
He was at the Pond as if he had leapt through time and space. In his years, it had been merely a river ending in a little trickle, but it had grown when the Smiling Idol had begun to weep. He stepped into the water and found himself padding across. Two does and a stag were at the water's edge, casting once-sacred Forest Magic like there would be no end to it. He drifted around them for a moment, staring in longing at their content faces.
Then he was at the Playground, standing in the middle of the three Unholy Stones. A group of grown deer and fawns were frolicking in the center. The pale stag tossed his head. If only they knew how dangerous the magic of the Triangle was, they wouldn't dare to play! He turned his back on them, and was at the Oak.
He was amazed by its size. It had been little more then a sapling when he and his kin inhabited the Forest. A few deer were sleeping inside it, and three were awake, telling stories. The ghostly deer smiled to himself. It was a place of peace here, and the strange humming in the air was that of those from his realm. He walked on, and this time nothing transported him to where he wanted to be.
At last he reached the twin stones. He stood in front of them, silently watching. His gaze was blank now. These two, the protectors of this sanctuary. If only these deer knew how much they were needed. After a moment, he bowed his head, praying.
'Bring me home.'
And he faded away, leaving the Forest as it was once more.