Ok everyone, feel free to interract any way you want with any of my following deer. 83
They're ready to RP or converse with anyone willing to approach them.

Zergarikiaka - Hyperactive ball of randomness; Typically found near the pond.
Note: Preggers currently, so vulnerable to LULS.

Mar Sart - Shy genious; Typically found either near the pond or birch forest.
Note: Loves Aegle; Won't run away when approached.

Darkweaver - The old grumpy demon; Typically found near the ruins.
Note: Touchey about missing his antler, hasn't eaten a proper meal in a while.

Spill - Raving mass of madness and evil; Found anywhere, usually near anyone who already fears him.
Note: Frequently repeats himself. May drive other deer bonkers.

Ebony - Quiet mastermind and 'electric' nature; Found near the ruins.
Note: Semi-Ghost. Still hears the voice of her husband, who's still alive in another life/world. Has power over lightning.

Laghodessa - Murdered mother; Found near the ruins.
Note: May appear as a raven. Ghost.

The rest of my deer who aren't listed simply aren't developed enough to RP with, or would loose their secret state.

Crystalline Soul

The fawn cried out, in terrible pain from her torn leg. She was lucky that two nameless stags came along to ram the coyotes off of her, but the damage had been done. Her back leg bled terribly, and she was starting to go into shock.

"The beasts are long gone.", one of the nameless said. The other was mending the fawn, trying to help her as best as he could, but he didn't really know what to do. "She's in bad shape.", the second nameless said.

"We can't help her, but maybe the Shaman can.", the first said.

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The two transported the youngling as best as they could. They took turns carrying her on their backs, both with an eye out for her attackers. They followed a road into the Endless Forest, making it into the birch area toward the Playground.

There they approached the rocks. One of the stags called out, "Shaman, are you here?"

Silence for a moment, and then... "Wh...what do you want, nameless?", the voice came from beneath one of the boulders. The two stags saw a figure shadowed underneath, who kept to himself under the stones. He was willing to help anyone, but he had somewhat of a fear of nameless deer.

"Shaman, this fawn was attacked, and needs your help.", the other nameless said.

They laid the fawn before the shadowed figure. Her breathing had deepened - she had lost quite a bit of blood along the way, and was already beginning to cling to life.

The Shaman began to speak a few chants, and reaching out, he placed a hoof on the young one's leg. The leg at once was covered by crystal.

"What?", one of the nameless questioned. He noticed that the Shaman's leg was pure white, and as soon as the spell was done, he quickly retracted his leg.

"The wounds will heal. She needs to eat something as quickly as possible.", the Shaman said.

The two nameless bowed, "You are a hero.

He had been resting for some time watching them. More specifically he was watching them jumping all around his friends attempting to get attention. It was so bothersome this show of theirs.
A bit pathetic too.

The Sweet Sound of Silence

The world was moving. Or maybe it wasn't. She couldn't really tell, but the white doe felt her body shift as the ground seemed to bump and shake. She didn't really understand it at first, why things didn't feel right.

The howling of wind, along with a constant 'clunk clunk' sound echoed in her ears. She opened her eyes from all the movement and commotion, and at once sat up.

Her eyes adjusted to the dim setting. She was in some kind of strange metal box, and it was moving wildly, making terrible noises. Was she in the belly of some creature...or...?

"Oh Twin Gods, where is this?", Exile cried out. There wasn't a soul around her. She stood, trying to keep her balance on the constantly moving floor, and making it to one of the little windows on the side of the box, she could see clearer what she was in.

A great metal serpent followed tracks on the ground. She had heard tales of these things, but had never seen one in person.

She was inside a train.

Exile at once began to shiver. She hated being alone, and worse, the moving box was making her sick. If that wasn't enough, the loud sounds of the train ringed in her head. She could barely hear herself think.

The sky looked like it had been early morning. There was a slight smell of water in the air, like the morning dew was just beginning to evaporate from the strands of grass on either side of the rails. She saw that the surrounding field seemed to go on for miles. She began to wonder where she was, and how far away she was from the Endless Forest.

With each passing second, Exile felt her hope of ever returning home diminish.

A loud bang hit the side of the metal box she was in. The sound made her ears go out for a second, and her mind went from helplessness to rage. The doe cried out, running at one of the sides of her cell and hitting it with a loud crash.