Ready for some creepy stuff? Ready to meet that dashing long-horned ghost of mine?? Well here's your chance, cause this RP is going to be about him meeting other deer, doing ghost-stuff. So here have some warnings.

Triggers for suicide, creepy shit, the things you meet in your nightmares.

Rules: I'm pretty sure you all know the basic stuff. No godmodding, stick to the post order, etc.

Post order will be by people who join.

I'm fine with whoever joins, there's no max of players set, so feel free to jump in!



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As nights turned longer in the forest, so did the shadows. The cheery everyday warmth made place for falling leaves, and now strong gusts of cold wind that passed between the trees, grasping anything they could find. Well, almost anything.

There was no sound when the hoof of the stag sunk through the flower.
He paused and stared down at it, the purple little petals trembling in the wind, that seemed to phase its stem through the intense black hoof. As if it was mocking him. Like everything else in this forest.
Alusan pressed forward, ignoring the flower. He just kept walking, as he'd done everyday, for... how long, exactly? He wasn't sure. Perhaps a week, maybe two. Maybe 247. He'd seen a few deer, here and there, but not that he had recognized. There were a lot of new ones. It made him wonder where the old ones had gone off to. He didn't even recognize the fawns. A brief moment of hope rose to him that maybe, just maybe, they found a way Outside.
Alusan was a big stag in height, but incredibly skinny. His body was rather boned, sticking out on all sides from an unhealthy diet of almost nothing. His horns, ears, legs and tail ended up into a black hue, while the rest of his body was... well, the color was very hard to describe, like watching static on a television. Mainly black and white, shifting and changing, with the eventual red or green flashing through. You'd get a headache staring at it for too long.
The black stag lifted his head to the sky, a little crooked from his broken neck. But he could see it clearly. A high full moon, shining its light between the leaves, down on Alusan's resemblance of what was once a face. Sometimes he wondered what happened to his mask, then remembered that before he fell into the pond the other stag had kicked it off.

Alusan sighed to himself, merely a ghostly puff of black rolling from his face. His lungs had vanished long ago. He had to find a way out, he simply had to... Every day more in this tree-filled prison made him more desperate to escape it all. Keep going, he told himself. Keep going.

So onward he stepped, avoiding the usual places the unknown deer hung out at, like the pond and the twin god statues, the ruins and the old tree... to something else than trees. Hopefully.