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hraeth deer is a very kind of character soft, sweet and ami valinete fills my heart with joy and love is a very nice deer that I think most of the deer like it, is an example of how to be a calm and dear deer out there in person is the same, but I believe that if the meaning of deer is fantastic, I never disrespect anyone and I like a lot, if they come to know never to forget her love, kindness and respect . Always if health or caress that is a sign of affection and I do not regret letting me cross in the game or see you in a while. There is that this picture is not much but I did it with my heart the most important thing in life

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Pictogram: (very distinct)
Name: Lunchmeat
Gender: Male
Birthday: July, 20th
Likes: talking, rain, trees, fawn, good listeners, deer calls, muddy water,
Dislikes: Easily agitated Deer, Tripping, Being talked over, Missing out, Dead Flowers,
Religion: Lutheran
Favorite Foods: tree fungus, peanuts, coconuts,
Hobbies: prancing, sleeping, eating, chasing rabbits, chasing after fawn, dancing, wading in the pond, group dances,
Favorite Musics: Psychedelic Music, Dethmetal, Techno, Alternative,
Mate: No female is going to want something that smells like that!


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Lunchmeat is an incredibly sociable deer despite his disposition. He is very intellectual and has a lot of incite on what it truly means to be a deer in the world of today. Often, he chats other deer's ears off with many wonders of the world he has discovered. Of coarse, he hasn't seen any of these wonderful thing he loves talking about. Lunchmeat is completely blind. He was captured many years ago by a taxidermist and thought to be dead, his eye holes were sewn shut. Since you can not kill what is already dead, Lunchmeat has had to go on living his life absolutely blind. Needless to say, it has not discouraged him from his daily life.

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Chaman's Bio part 1: La Rencontre (french version/translation in english very soon!)

Il advint que, par une nuit claire, Chaman s’éveilla et entendit une voix qui l’appelait dans les roseaux : « Chaman, Chaman… ». Se hissant sur ses pattes grêles et clignant des yeux, il quitta le flanc maternel et s’approcha de l’étang, prenant bien garde à ne pas réveiller les biches vénérables, mères de la Harde, qui sommeillaient non loin des berges. Et il poussa du museau les longues tiges frémissantes, et chercha qui lui parlait d’une si furtive manière. Lorsqu’il se pencha sur l’eau, il fut frappé de voir combien les champs des dieux avec tous leurs feux s’y reflétaient clairement, semblant si proches. « Chaman, Chaman… » Entendit-il à nouveau, bien que cette fois, le faon fut clairement convaincu que la voix ne venait plus du lieu où il se tenait, mais bien de son propre esprit. Il faillit pousser un cri, croyant articuler une réponse, car bien qu’étant mort à l’humanité, il n’avait cependant pas oublié la langue qu’il parlait autrefois ; mais il se contint et regarda derrière lui. Son vagissement étouffé n’avait éveillé personne, n’avait pas même interrompu les grenouilles qui, dissimulées sous les tortueuses racines des saules, déroulaient dans les ténèbres leurs litanies sans fin.
« Me voici. » Pensa le faon, car sa mère lui avait dit un jour que les dieux et les êtres des bois ne sont point sourds aux paroles muettes. « Fléchis la patte Chaman, dernier-né de la Harde des Clairvoyants. » Répondit impérieusement la voix dans un bruissement de roseaux. «Fléchis la patte et courbe le col, car tu foule ici un sol que j’ai rendu sacré. » Alors, plein de crainte, le faon s’inclina sur ses pattes de devant et toucha la terre du front. Lorsque ce fut fait, la voix continua : « Bienheureux celui qui s’humilie devant les dieux sans les avoirs vus de ses yeux.
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