Flash back to a day ago. A fawn looks up at two black and white deer, pelts shadow and light mixed together. He mouths the words, "I'm sorry." The deer back away, one lowering his antlers.
Flash forward to the next day. The fawn is looking up at another. This time, he mutters, "I hate you." The deer comes forward, taunting.
Flash back again. The fawn comes forward. "I forgive you." He gets antlers in his face.
Forward. He glares at the stag. "I will never forgive you." Something whispers in his ear; he nods. Good.
Back. He's cowering between the logs, the same ones as that night. He frequents this area, drawn by a feverish mind. It's snowing, like it was then, when the red turned the snow crimson. Now he does not bleed. The deer circling him intend to change that. They followed him from the ruins; they've come to finish the job. Just like it was back then. This time, he's immortal.
Forward. He's sitting beside her, mist covering her. He remembers what happened next, somewhere in another time. He sighs and lays his head on her back. "If you can look into the sseedss of time, and ssay which grain will grow, and which will not, sspeak.
Nothing in hiss life became him like the leaving it; he died ass one that had been sstudied in hiss death, to throw away the dearesst thing he ow'd, ass 'twere a carelesss trifle." He closes his eyes.
Flash back again. He is cowering against another deer, a group. They are protecting him, saving him from the deer that would take his life again. He closes his eyes.
Forward. Madness glows in the red eyes, emanates from his very state. He's laughing at something, some cosmic joke that no other can get. He hisses out, "It'sss a joke. It'sss all a joke...", before laughing again. Something catches him; perhaps the look in his mother's eyes, perhaps the threat from the one who stands beside her. Something catches in him as well, but it fades into the bigger joke. He winks and flees.
Back. The little fawn winces as he's nuzzled; it burns like a trail of acid wherever he's touched. Yet, he can't truly feel it. There's something missing. He can't figure out what.
Forward. It's emotions, what's been missing all these days. He can't feel love, can't feel hatred; just an emptiness. They come back in flashes, vivid sensations that nearly bring him to his knees. Then they're gone, leaving nothing behind. Somehow, he doesn't miss them.
Back. He's sitting by his grave, looking at the inscription, reading it over and over. "Heere lyes a fawn unnown by most/But remembrd by al./Da of the deere." He traces this misspelled words with his nose. "Not remembered yet, but soon..." Moisture drips down his face.
Forward. A deer lowers her antlers at him. Hilarious, absolutely. He isn't going to risk it, though. He bounds away.
Back. He's yelling at her, blaming her for something, but he doesn't really feel it. Something else is talking for him, and he lets it. He drifts away.
Present. "The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of." He edges closer. He is invited over, lets the other sniff him. He knows he does not smell of anything. He sits when invited, feeling fiery warmth and giving none.
Past, in the relative sense. Time effects him in a bent way now; it, too, does not matter. The pain from his last beating still echoes in every fragment of his soul, intensified. He grimaces and settles down.
Present. He watches the deer approach, fearfully. The fawn nearby seems to try to give him confidence. For a moment, he feels warmth, something like friendship. It's gone. The other deer takes fawn form; they're urging him to hop. Did he do this once? He walks in circles, imitating them, but there is no feeling.
Present...He's standing in front of that one fawn; he needs to protect her. From who? From the angry stag in front of him. "I'm not scared of you. You won't hurt her. Don't you know what you're dealing with? I'll find you...again and again." Something like a smirk has taken over his face; he's forgotten the fawn behind him. Something within him smiles.
The record skips and stutters. It's past, it's present, it's all the same. He's running from the fawns, he's feeling power pulse through his veins as he chases the doe, he's feeling weak as he hides behind the others, he's feeling nothing as he sits by his mother, the one who the voice tells him is his true murderer. It's all happening; somewhere, he knows just how it will play out.
And just as he knows it will, it does. "We're better together. Combined, we can take him. You'll forever be immortal. Ya won't have ta fear..." "Yes...yes...Get them back, all of them! Haha! I'm ready..."
And the fawn's form fades away....

((So. This is the origin of all of his adult forms, save one.
Mentioned: Reed, unknown fawn, Aegle, Odin, Tally, Steele, and a group of deer who defended him: Aleit, Envy, and Lust, from what I can remember.))