Lurking on the border (Another new character, introduction. WIP)

A massive creature, reminicant to a stag walks at the edge of the forest. As he walks, he takes care not to step into the midst of the trees. His massive ruby antlers seem to glitter in the sunlight, and his stride is high and proud. His eyes, all six of them, however contain intellegence, and distant anger. He pauses, flicking his long tail behind himself, and shifts his gaze toward the forest, ears perking at the sound of mooing. A low growl escapes his throat, echoing past the skull over his face. "Murderers... decendants of murderers... Sickening beasts." he snarls, and trots away again, back to the real world. "One day mother... father... Vengance."

As he walks, two ghostly figures rise out of the ground, both having very similar forms to the stag. Though these two are somewhat smaller, and perhaps younger, it's clear they bore some relation. The first, a buck with almost equally impressive antlers to the live stag... and the second, a doe with long black feathers in place of antlers, and eyes glowing like a blue flame. The ghost doe speaks, breaking the relative silence. "Big brother... You know I hate to nag, but it's been centuries. When shall we step foot into the forest again?" she speaks mornfully. The massive stag slows his gait, and comes to a slow stop. He looks up toward the bright sun. "If ever, it will be soon... but we cannot enter as we are. You remember, both of you, how everyone we cared for had been persecuted... murdered... based on our appearance. I'll find a way to change my own appearance, before I step in... and seek our revenge." He figured aloud. The younger stag furrows a brow behind his ghostly skull. "How do you plan on doing that, Archeluis?" he questioned.

The stag smiled behind his skull, momentarilly flashing perfect shark-like teeth. "The forest has it's magic, but a necromancer with enough spirits... has his own 'magic' to experiment with." he explained simply. The ghosts beside him began to fade under the strong sunlight, though the grassland just outside the 'endless' forest began to coat itself in an abnormal, soft white mist.

"Lemures , lemures , adeo mihi iam. Prosapia , amicitia , nos must reverto ut terra nostri satus. Lemures , adveho quod change viscus. Nullus vadum agnitio nos , non scaena vel visio , nisi they exsisto nostrum statim inimicus. Ego ingredior vobis totus , quod veho vengance vobis totus."

8'D I'll expand on this later. And yes, those ghosts just appeared in daylight. |D
Concept art time.