- Shiisa -

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"Like a black rose blooming wild,
And she already knew she was gonna die..."


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Biography

Born in mid-summer, Shiisa's birth was late in the year. The night she took her first breath of air was filled with bad omens. The forest was swallowed by thick darkness as a lunar eclipse stole the night away. Large, black crows crowded the trees that circled her mother's den and a pack of distant wolves howled far beyond the mountain ridges. Her family's herd was greatly concerned with her birth; many had come to believe she was cursed for she was born with a defect.

She was premature, causing her to be weak and crippled during her first few days of live. The young fawn laid almost motionless by her mother's side in order to gain enough strength to stand. Her figure was small and her legs shook beneath her despite her light weight. She ate very little and often complained of feeling ill. Days passed and the truth behind her curse was revealed. Shiisa had been born with an unknown disease. The herd elders searched the stars, asked their ancestors for guidance, and begged the owls for wisdom. However, none knew what her illness could be nor did even the most intelligent of creatures know why the gods choose to let such an innocent soul be born with such a burden and be asked to live a life of suffering. What they did discover is that the disease would eventually claim her life. The questioned remained though: When?

Shiisa's eyes continued to sparkle though as her sweetness brewed within her weakened body. It brought her parents hope; perhaps she could be saved. Yet, none knew of any way to rid her of the illness. Most of the common forest remedies did nothing more than temporarily relieve her of pain. The complex rituals did not prevent the virus within her blood from spreading and growing. Her days were numbered but as for when she would die remained a great mystery.

The stress of not knowing when their daughter would die ate at her parents. Her father had disappeared shortly after discovering her disease. Shiisa lead herself to believe that he went off to find a cure for her; she wakes up each morning hoping to see him coming home but it has been weeks since he left. Her mother often scolded her for believing such nonsense. Her mother has tried to tell her that he abandoned them but Shiisa refused to listen. Her mother had gone insane. She once attempted to drown the fawn so that she would no longer have to suffer. Shiisa managed to escape and ran from her mother out of fear.

Now Shiisa finds herself alone in a mysterious, yet soothing, place. She hopes that maybe she can finally be healed and awaits the day that her illness will no longer be a burden to her parents. She dreams of one day reuniting with them both... But only if she lives that long...



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Appearance

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Shiisa is a sickly looking fawn. Her legs are long and scrawny with cuffs of fluff surrounding her hooves. Her body is thinner than it should be. Up close others can see her rib cage as a result from her disease. She eats regularly but she tends to vomit most of her meals on top of her body burning off extra calories to make up for a lack of strength as she attempts to do normal activities. Then her stomach caves in behind her chest cavity.

Due to lack of proper nutrition, her fur does not have the shine to it that most fawn's have at her age. It is also rather rough to the touch. However, she still manages to have rather fluffy parts to her. Her tail is long and fans out behind her thin body. A patch of scruffy hair sits upon the top of her hair.

But the most unique and mysterious feature about her is her face. No one other than her parents and a few selected elders have it. Since the moment she was allowed to walk with other deer, she as been forced to wear a mask upon her face. Resembling the mask of the plague doctors, her mask is designed to look like a bird and is filled with scented flower pedals. It was believed that by her wearing the mask, her disease would not spread to those who come in contact with her. Those who pass her by can smell the faint scent of the crushed peddles raising from her. Even she is unsure of what she looks like for she has never dare to remove the mask herself out of fear of infecting others, but she hopes that she will be a pretty doe when (if) she grows up. The only facial feature anyone has seen is her gray-tented eyes.


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Behavior

She must feed regularly on fruit that falls from the trees. She has discovered that they acts as an antibiotic- making the pain she feels endurable and somewhat counterattacks the disease. She will spend most of the day searching for trees that bear fruit. The taste is bitter to her but she forces herself to each every piece in hopes of living for another day. After eating a handful, the need to vomit follows. She's greatly embarrassed by the thought of other's seeing her vomit. So she'll go hide behind a rock or in a bush.

Due to her lack of strength, she is very timid and cautious. She normally doesn't run unless she absolutely has to for her own safety. She feels very uncomfortable around other deer, especially large groups for a wide range of reasons. Besides worrying about infecting others, she's afraid to get emotionally close to other deer. This comes from the fact that deep down she knows she cannot avoid her death and fears that a friend would be hurt when she passes away unexpectedly. She also does not want to be a burden to anyone by making them believe they must care for her. Shiisa tends to keep to herself even though she truly does long for company. She'll watch other deer from a distance and pretend that she is apart of their conversations in order to fend off her own loneliness.
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Tracking. I'm curious. o:

Tracking. I'm curious. o:

:OO one of my charries must

:OO one of my charries must meet her!!

D: sadness...tracking anyway

D: sadness...tracking anyway