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↪ Saater learned that behind the cute appearance of fawns could lurk ugly, hideous monsters. Now he is wary of the little fawns and knows that the Forest is not the paradise he once thought it was.


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Morning meditation



Until today, Saater had no diary. He simply didn’t know how to write in it with hooves instead of hands. But at last he learnt to make notes in his dreams and share them by telepathy with the other inhabitants of the Forest.


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❍ Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength. ❍
Saint Francis de Sales



Saater is completely loyal to his family and friends, and isn't afraid to make new acquaintances. Just like his adoptive father, he takes great pleasure in helping young fawns settle into the Forest. If he feels his presence is out of place, he quietly leaves.

Since Saater remembers almost nothing of his past life, his ability to speak human language could be better. Sometimes he makes very funny mistakes, mixing up words or their meanings. It takes him quite a while to formulate his thoughts. Knowing this, he prefers to be taciturn or to remain silent. Intuition and body language convey more information to him than human speech. When he can’t avoid speaking, he talks softly and answers questions thoughtfully. He tries to learn something from every creature he talks to, since he knows so little about the world.

There are things he doesn't like to talk about: war and love.


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❍ Instead of long antlers, I see long black hair blowing in the wind. Saater’s antlers aren’t so big.
❍ In the glow of the picto, I see two candles lighting his way through the darkness.
❍ Instead of a mask, I see dark marks under his eyes.


Saater wakes up in a grave pit beneath the ruins. He slowly climbs the stairs from there, brushes off the soil, tidies himself up, and walks toward the tombstone with the crucifix. What is going on in his heart at that moment is known only to him. It seems as if he is talking to someone, and after receiving advice or answers to his questions, he nods gratefully.

As he leaves the cemetery, Saater listens for his friends or the little fawns nearby who need help settling into the forest, and runs straight to them if he hears them. He cherishes his time with the living, knowing that life can end at any moment.

If there’s no one he knows around, he returns to the graveyard. He listens to the voices of the dead, digs at the earth as if trying to bring them back to life, but it’s all in vain. Sighing, he frees them from the burden of sorrow, weeping their tears himself. Sometimes he talks with them for a very long time, then goes to rest. He lies down, hugging a gravestone, or crawling into the darkest corner of the ruins, and falls asleep. His sleep is very sensitive.

If someone disturbs the peace of the dead—for example, by dancing on graves—Saater will wake up and politely let them know that this is not a good idea. If he is ignored, he may become aggressive.

Sometimes Saater wanders through the forest alone in search of the white doe, a dame he knew in a far-off past life. Sometimes he plays by himself in the glades, loving to frolic among the flowers. If someone gives him flowers, he bows in gratitude and to show that he is touched by the gift.

He prefers the dark part of the forest to the light. Saater doesn’t much like the Pond because of the constant croaking of the frogs, though he does like the frogs themselves. He loves to jump high, for example, climbing to the very top of ruins. While playing, he might happily jump onto someone’s head. But overall, Saater is polite, trying not to be intrusive or overly familiar.

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Fernelescent ❍ Foster mum.
Widmung ❍ Foster father.
Eris ❍ Older brother. In the past life, Saater and Eris were brothers too. Prince of Moonlight.


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"Have Hope. Though clouds environ now,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow, —
No night but hath its morn.

Have Faith. Where’er thy bark is driven, —
The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth, —
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven,
The habitants of earth.

Have Love. Not love alone for one,
But men, as man, thy brothers call;
And scatter, like the circling sun,
Thy charities on all."

Friedrich von Schiller

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Saater (we'll call him that) grew up with loving parents in a world similar to ours. He was thoughtful, empathetic, friendly but a little cowardly. Avoided conflict, loved poetry, philosophy and music. He had an older brother, weak from birth, who was seriously ill. Saater was very attached to him.

Overcoming his cowardice, he always defended him and read poetry to him at home. Saater had true friends - schoolmates. They were almost inseparable. He liked one girl, but he was afraid to admit his sympathy for her. Perhaps his life would have turned out well.

But he lived in a country with a dictatorship. The dictator started a war and Saater, though he was a teenager, had to join the army otherwise his mother and his brother would have been imprisoned or killed. His father was killed in battle, his mother was killed by a bomb.

The helpless brother was left alone. One by one his best friends died, until finally it was his turn to die. His death was slow. He became entangled in barbed wire and bled to death.
When he woke up in the Forest, in the body of a deer with a human face and long black hair, he remembered nothing.

All that remained with him was the pain of losing his family and friends. Saater began to live in the Ruins, in the cemetery. He wept over unknown graves and slept in a deep pit. Other deer met him, and they were very kind to him. And soon Saater had settled into the Endless Forest.

Fernelescent and Widmung became mother and father to him. Rindea, Fjara, Atlas and Cu became his heartfelt friends. Soon Saater met his brother as well. In the Forest, his brother's name was Eris. Saater also met a beautiful white doe named Serra. He felt he had known her before.

Saater continues to sleep in the pit and weep over the graves, but when he meets his friends, he is happy and has great fun with them.

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❍ Saater is a creature with a broken mind. No one knows how long it will take him to gradually recover.
❍ Sometimes he is haunted by visions of his past life, both in his dreams and in reality.
❍ Deep down, he harbours a fear of losing his loved ones.

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