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~A dark silver lined coat which glimmers beautifully when the moon or sun hits it right. A silvery white painting his underbelly and stripes on his back while Greens from Dark to bright and a beautiful blue on his back like a Peacock feather. Longer fur around the neck and withers. Long raven beak replacing the muzzle. Long locks to cover his right eye, shorter hair going down the neck and longer again at the base of his neck.

~His tail is long and has longer hair by the base of the rear and at the tip. Normally standing proud, but it sags from weight if wet. Underside is a dark near midnight steel blue.

~Long ears, great for listening to his surroundings, even when he sleeps. Elegant legs but stronger than most bucks. Though he keeps his right eye hidden most of the time, his eyes has great vision.

~Eyes shimmer in silver, mostly mistaken for blind white during the day, but easy to see the silver in the night against his pelt.

~Antlers are long and strong, these antlers bare the Black Flaming Candles for the Dark Ones, they may be black, but at night, they shine like a star, and yet they are dead during the day.

Personality:

Kurai is a very kind gentle Buck, if you read the first chapter on his life, it will explain his feelings about being in this organization that is was born into. He likes his mentor, and wants nothing more than to make him proud, and sometimes, he wants to ram his horns into Chi's side!

Chapter Two

A month has passed since the large buck came to Kurai, with the Sun no longer near blinding him, and the bucks pelt as black as night, he was finally able to catch the deers pelt colour. A midnight blue pelt, yellow markings forming in the shape of stars and his eyes, pure red, full of rage, and loyalty to the dark one known as Karanu. Since Kurai was picked up from the Buck, he hasnt started training yet, he was still to small and feeble, but he has leared a bit of the buck. Chi was his name, Chi, one of spilling blood and energy. Yet, though he has learned the bucks name, Chi refuses to speak of his past. His past as the Candle holder for the Dark ones, to light their way to victory in their devious plans.

Kurai, a young fawn of Greys and Whites, and now a bit of Peacock greens shining like silver on his back, slept the say away from high sun to dusk. As the sunset settled below the mountains of the land his mentor kept him so solitary in, the sky lit up with oranges, Purples, Blues, and Pinks. Not a cloud in site. As he slept peacefully the two month old fawn remained quiet. As Chi appeared into the land he had assigned his apprentice, he grunted to see him still sleeping. Lowering his large antlers he shoved them against Kurai. "Awaken!" He yelled, and with a jolt, Kurai flew up and looked around, his heart rushing like a raging river. "Darkness child my butt," he snorted and turned, "You dont even awaken when I ordered you to!" Shaking his head the large buck started off, expecting to be followed. Kurai gazed around, a bit dazed and slightly wounded, but he followed after anyway. "What are we doing today Chi?" He asked. Chi quickly turned and looked down onto the fawn, Kurai cringed at the glare, and the aura of disappointment glowing around the elder. "Rule one, you will /never/! Speak out of line!" He snapped.

Chapter One

It was exactly a year ago since my birth. A terrible unusual birth, or maybe some would call it death. Unlike you, I was not born from a womb, I was brought down and was placed in a grave, a solitary, dark, space that acted like a womb I'm at least guessing. The grave was heated like the insides of a pregnant doe, and yet, I wasn't cramped up. The grave was pitch black, a food source lines the edges. The food was to last for two months, that was my development stage. And everything changed....On that day, the day, of my birth.

Sunrise has started, beautiful reds, purples, pinks, and oranges stretched across the sky, the grass below was painted a beautiful glimmering Green lined in sliver reflecting dew drops. The morning was calm besides the birds in a small place for the graves of many deer. Going from beauty and wonder, one deer only saw pitch black, and felt nothing but the cob webs lining the walls of his sanctuary. Yet, his ears swerved around, something was outside, he gazed around the darkness he had gotten so used to, the heat only making sweat fall from his grey and white pelt. Suddenly a large screeching sound filled his ears and rays of death, or what he felt they were, cast down on him. Crying in pain at the feel of the sun beating on his pelt, and burning his eyes, something stepped forwards and shaded him. "Hush," a calming voice filled the fawn's ears and he squinted his eyes as he gazed up, his pelt wet from the grave called his womb. Reaching out the buck examined the fawn, for he was never sent to fetch a raven faced Fawn. "Your beak is quite....Different for me," he explained and turned. "If you are to survive, you must stand and climb out of your grave, rise! One of death!" The buck called out. The fawn paused, raven faced? One of death? His fur ruffling he shook the sweat and juices from his pelt before he struggled to stand.