Another - sort-of- bio thing.

The forest in the human world was alive with creatures that day. Wild wolves chased hungrily after herds of elk. Owls grumbled to themselves as they tried to bury themselves deeper in their sleeping nests, at the sing song of the birds in the trees. All seemed well and happy, but that day was different...

A small herd of deer had gathered in a circle in the center of meadow , shrouded by the forest.
In the middle of the circle lay a small doe, curled up. She seemed to be protecting something. Her pelt was a beautiful reddish brown, like the shell of a chestnut, her eyes were a hazelnut brown tinged with gold. She suited her name perfectly. 'HazelTree'.
Those two beautiful almond shaped eyes were glaring fiercly at a large stag, the leader of the herd, that was towering over her and the thing she was protecting. In the human world what they were saying was hard to understand, their words came out as grunts and sharp calls. They appeared to be arguing.
A peregrine falcon swooped over their heads, nearly smashing into the large antler's of the stag. He twisted in mid air and landed in the grass, looking at the deer curiously. He was one of the fastest animals on planet Earth. He had nothing to fear. His two gleaming eyes swivelled in his head to survey the area, he saw what HazelTree was protecting.
A small bundle of reddish-brown fur, extrenely fluffy for a deer was curled up at her side. It smelt of happiness and excitement. The falcon guessed it was a newborn fawn...but something was odd about it. It had a large bushy tail, covering it's head as it's parents argued. The falcon hopped forward and smelt the thing was female...it was also extremely tiny. About the size of a kitten. An aggresive thud of the stag's hooves made the falcon turn his attention to the arguing deer.
" It's downright unnatural, HazelTree. Get rid of that...that , thing! "
" I would never kill my own child, no matter how un-ordinary they were. " Snapped HazelTree
" Then I shall do it myself! " Growled the stag, lunging towards the little creature.
The falcon moved quicker, his talons snatched the newborn deer and he safely carried her up high. HazelTree's anxious gaze followed him. A nod from the falcon reassured her, the fawn would be alright.

That night a strange glowing white light entered the forest.
It moved slowly to a small tree, in that tree a nest held a baby deer.
At the glowing light got closer you could make out it was some kind of deer.
Her pelt was a glowing silvery white which glowed in the light of the moon, her tail and her mane was long and flowed in an invisible breeze. On her back were too, beautiful feathered wings, each feather tipped with a glittering gold symbol.
Her antlers were gold, with white ivy entwined in each 'branch' The maze of antler branches flowed right up into the air.
On her face was a beautiful mask, it was white with gold ivy patterned across it.
Gold and white ivy could only be found in the beautiful Gardens of the Heavens.

The stunning deer-god whispered to the baby fawn, and they were both carried with the whisper into a realm of safety. The Endless Forest.
The peregrine falcon would not miss them, he went with them.
An honoured guard of the little fawn, was he.
The deer named him 'Gintaou' meaning 'Little Guardian'.

Two years past and the fawn grew up into an amazing creature, revealing what she truly was.
Her fur was a more golden-red than her mothers brown-red. Her tail was not short and stumpy, but long and bushy, each strand of fur as soft as silk. Her eyes were the same brown as her mothers, tinged with gold. The tips of her ears pointed into a tuft of fur. She grew only to the size of a miniature deer. In months her little hooves formed into something with looked like little paws. Her face was not a humans like many deer in the forest, but of a real deer.
She seemed to be half-deer, half-squirrel.
The pictogram she was gifted meant 'Squirelle'.
About the forest she would run alone, looking for someone that would accept her for what she was. But many times she was outcasted.
" I'll never find friends. " She thought sadly.
Her ears drooped and tears streamed from her eyes across her beautiful muzzle.
She wished for friends...
She wished for a caring mother like other fawns had.
She wished for a brave and noble father to stick up for her in fights.
But she had none, and so she thought, that's how it would stay.

I might try and draw her soon. ^.^
Her in-forest deer has not grown up yet, though. T_T