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Chaman's Bio part 2: Création des mondes et des astres. (English version's following...)

« Sais-tu qui est ce dieu sculpté sur la pierre près de laquelle tu te tiens ? » Chuchota Sinân à l’oreille du faon ; et comme celui-ci ne répondait rien, elle poursuivit : « Sans cesse, des larmes coulent de ses yeux, bien que, toujours, tu le verras sourire. C’est le dieu Créateur, Celui-qui-n’a-pas-de-nom.» Alors le faon demanda en pensée : « Ô Mère du Savoir, qu’a-t-Il créé ? » Et la déesse, voltigeant et clignotant autour de lui, répondit : « Rien de moins que le Monde, et tous les astres qui l’environnent ! Les dieux sont ses enfants, et chaque être Lui doit la vie. » « Comment les a-t-il créés ? Poursuivit Chaman. Et pourquoi pleure-t-il ainsi en ayant l’air de se réjouir ? » Et la déesse de continuer : « Je te dirai tout cela, car c’est sa création qui le fait tantôt sourire et tantôt pleurer. Et c’est avec des larmes qu’il a pétri les premières créatures. » Et le faon, de plus en plus étonné : « Et comment a-t-il fait ? »
« Au commencement des temps, dit Sinân, le jour n’existait pas, et le Créateur errait dans la nuit, seul et triste ; c’est pourquoi, plein de douleur, il laissa deux larmes s’écouler de ses yeux et tomber sur la terre. Et Il vit que la terre se mélangeait avec cette eau qu’Il avait sécrété, aussi, façonna-t-il deux êtres puissants et nobles, deux cerfs aux gigantesques ramures, et quand Il les eut pétris, Il souffla dans leur bouche et leur donna vie. Lorsqu’Il les vit marcher et galoper par les grands espaces, le Créateur se réjouit, et sourit pour la première fois. »
Alors Chaman demanda : « Et qu’advint-il des cerfs ensuite ? Car ils ne devaient rien avoir à faire dans les grands espaces vides et nus des Commencements… »
« Ils se battirent. Répondit Sinân. Et leur bataille fut si violente qu’ils se tuèrent l’un l’autre, inondant le sol de leur sang, et laissant plantés en terre leurs quatre bois extraordinaires.
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First time in the woods

--Hey guys!--

So I entered the forest yesterday and I'm already hooked.
Coming up with a story for my deer Redd, anyone wanna help, feel free!~
He's a terribly shy deer who will back up and cower at the first sight of other deer. He's afraid of thunder and loud noises in general, but he loves it when people cast spells on him.
He didn't have a mother and he's constantly searching for a father-figure, though staying away from groups as he always feels he's intruding on them.
When he's alone he likes to gather spells and run around, jumping over rocks and small bodies of water.
Will upload picture of him when I've got time~

Now with picture of pictogram! : http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Chickenwhite See ya in the forest!
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I will not look at you \\Aleumdaun Misang// I will not reach for you

Beautiful Doe, the rain hits your face. Why do you smile in this sadness?


"Because I have... Him."

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Chaman's Bio part 1: The Meeting (a try of translation...)

It happened that, by a clear night, Chaman woke up and heard a voice who was calling him in the reeds: “Chaman, Chaman…” Rising on his trembling legs and winking his eyes, he left his mother’s side and got to the pond, taking care to not arouse the venerable does, the herd’s mothers, who were sleeping near the banks. And he pushed the tall shivering herbs with his muzzle, and sought who was speaking to him in such a stealth way. When he leant himself on the water, he got surprised to see the fields of the sky, and the hundred lamps of gods, seeming so near. “Chaman, Chaman…” He heard a second time, although that time the fawn was clearly convinced that the voice wasn’t coming from the place he was standing on, but from his very spirit. He almost shouted, believing he was articulating an answer, because although he was dead to humanity, he however had not forgot the language he was speaking a long time ago… But he contained himself and just glanced beside him. His muffled wail didn’t woke up to anybody, and didn’t even stop the frogs who were cawing under the big, tortuous roots of the willows.
“Here am I” thought the fawn, because his mother told him one day that the gods and the invisible beings of the Forest weren’t deaf to mute words. “Bend your legs Chaman, last born of the Farseeing Herd” answered imperiously the voice in a rustle of reeds. “Bend your legs and your neck, because you’re walking on a soil I made sacred.” Then the fawn bent on his front legs, fearful, and touched the earth with his forehead. When this was made, the voice said: “blissful be the one who humiliate himself in front of the gods, without having seen them.” And without moving or answering, Chaman waited the permission to rise, because the bank’s stones were hurting him cruelly. But the voice kept silent, and only the frogs were making heard their hoarse singing in the darkness.
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