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March 8, 2025 - 7:33am — x

Valaire was born with a pelt white as bone, and eyes the color of ash. The Devouts, the cult she was born to, took one look at her and whispered blessed, chosen, sacrifice. They worshipped the Twin Gods– and saw her white pelt as not just beauty– but as a divine sign.
Though the seasons turned, and her horns began to grow, so too did their unease.

By her second year, Valaire’s antlers outmatched even the oldest of stags—thick, spiraling things, lacquered red like fresh blood. No male could match her. No Devout could explain her- not even the highest Devout. Soon they were calling her an aberration. An oddity. A horror.
The High Devout cast her out beneath a silent sky, cold and cruel, their chants echoing through the pines like a curse.

She wept, alone. Lost. Time not healing wounds, but only causing them to ferment. To rot inside her. Something within her burned brighter in exile. She leaned into it, embraced it. She remembered the rites the Devouts kept only for themselves, and she twisted them with her own will. She sought violence from a young age. Practiced Blood magic. Dark magic. Years passed and she underwent a deep change. Where once she bore the cold, carved mask of the Devouts, she now wore a veil—thin and transparent, red as blood—draped gently across her face like a symbol of transformation. A choice. She had not turned cruel, or betrayed her family. She had simply found herself.

Valaire was older now. Her limbs, tail, and ears tainted black, as if the magic was seeping into her very being. Her eyes tired, aged, yet still burning with festering resentment and unseen turmoil. Her horns pulsed with magic, manifested from feelings within her that only grew with time.

The Grand White Antler Club

March 2, 2025 - 7:33am — Widmung

On the first day of March, Saater, Eris, and I met two stags running around the forest. They joined us to our company. I also met a new player as well.
We frolicked around (running and dancing) as we casted forest magic onto our antlers, matching Eris's set. Each one of us was wearing the grand white antlers.