Name "Soundless"
Gender Female. Antlerless.
Age Unknown.
Breed Magical creature. Deer made of plants.
Communication Can speak. It's not known how. Does not speak above a whisper, though.
Defense Camouflage.
Offense uses her body as a weapon. Can grow brambles if given time or can use wood to stab an opponent.





This is an Origin Page for the Character "Soundless." Below is her origin story. Contained within is her description. This page should be the one you see when you follow the link from her pictogram.

Please feel free to RP here based on current or future interaction with this character.

Original writing prompt:

At one time, it was a deer.

There is a point where deer just grow old, and they die. She did lay down and die. Her body, left in a thicket, decomposed. The magic that filled her was reabsorbed back into the earth in order for the earth to protect her bones...


Foliage rustled in that place several years past her death.

A pictogram winked into existence above her head once more... only that head was no longer flesh and bone. Gnarled bark created round space where the eyes of the creature should have been. A delicate wooden head rose from the earth as far as it could manage, before vines stopped the ascent. She found herself still tethered to the ground on which she had given her last breath. Now expressionless, the entity could only inwardly scowl as she moved forward one vine-and-wood appendage to gain leverage. She forced herself up.

Clods of soil and bits of foliage rained down as the vines that tied the doe down snapped free. Roots spread like fur over what was once her stomach and lower-extremities. Leaves rustled on her back and shoulders like the scales of a long-ago beast. The re-animated old bones still hid inside the years of foliage that had overtaken the space where flesh once held domain. Mossy branches, darkened with age and water-rot, were bound with vines and attached to her to bring more stability to where they had fallen. Despite all of this, the doe looked to almost carry a true deer-like shape. This was complete with a tail, a smattering of leaves with dandelion fluff and fungi underneath.

Soundless looked herself over in an attempt to understand her predicament. One of her hooves stamped, though its sound was as light as a falling pinecone. Without eyes, she still saw. Without ears, she still heard. She felt the wind and the vibrations of footfalls. She breathed through every fiber that covered her. She held life in a whole new way, casting off whatever her past had been with a shake of her new body.

The last few roots that held her to the earth were ripped from it, dragging along at her ankles as the doe began to move forward. Behind her, a hole of black dirt gaped. Soon it would be refilled with plants. Now, however, it was a reminder that she had risen again.