Did some more writing. \o/ It's short because I quickly wrote it up as the before to what I originally wrote (which I will post later).
This would take place sometime before the sketch I did last week.

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The wolf stared up at him. Again.

He wasn't sure how many times this made it now. But it was really starting to weird him out.

Ok. Not starting. He'd been weirded out at least 5 wolves ago.

How many times was he going to find himself drawing it? This was getting worse than the Silvery bird! And he'd figured that one out sooner; he was sure of it!

Kinsha sighed, resting his chin on his fist while leaning his elbow on the couch arm.

A feeling of eyes on him for a second made him look towards the doorway in time to see Tundra disappearing behind the door frame, apparently on his way into the kitchen.

Shrugging since this was nothing new, he turned his attention back to the mystery he was trying to solve.

The wolf sketch staring up at him.

Come to think of it...he hadn't noticed it before, but the wolf had a turned paw. Not extreme, but enough to be obvious if you were looking for it. It reminded him of...

...

Wait.

It had a turned paw just like Tundra had a turned hoof. Even as a human, one of his feet was turned in too.

On the right side. Just like the wolf.

Mystery solved then.

...crap.

Heyo~ I'm kinda new to TEF, but I thought it'd be fun to do a sort of 'beginning' for my deer, Saratei. xD Currently Saretei is only a default deer ;o; but I hope to change that xD If you're willing to help me customize her, lemme know~))

A dark striped hind paced in small circles, pawing at the ground and tossing her head in agitation. Her bulging belly was the cause, and the doe groaned, lowering her head so she could fold her legs and sink down, but about halfway she jerked up again, continuing her pacing until she stood still, rigid, as if ready to spring away at the slightest noise.

The hind eventually turned her head, lowering it to softly nudge the little bundle of dark, striped legs, all tangled up in each other. A small head rose, answering the hind's curious nuzzling with one of her own, before that tangle of limbs seemed to melt away as the fawn tucked her legs beneath her.

With a heave of effort, the small infant tried to get her legs beneath her to copy her mother and stand, and for a few seconds, she managed it. But when the fawn tried to step towards her mother to feed her new hunger, those long limbs folded again, sending the fawn tumbling back onto the ground.

This seemed to both puzzle and frustrate the little deer, who then rose again with a new vigor, standing with her legs spread and head up, ears pricked and at attention. Once more, she hesitantly raised a hoof to approach her mother, and with an unsteady gait that seemed like she would topple at any moment, the little doe made it to her mother's hind, where she began to eat with much eagerness.

The new mother watched her fawn feed, a soft look in her eyes as she nuzzled the fawn's dappled side. "Welcome to the world, my little one." She murmured softly, gaze tender as she looked upon her newborn daughter.

"Welcome to the forest, my Saratei..."

Back to the beginning but not so long ago. Anothers begining

Born of strength was I
Made of purity, power, and pride
Made when no others could be made.
My destiny chosen
My eyes coloured rosen
I am the saviour of all
I shall be the purser of evil.
The great and the good
I shall be a living god.

My mother birthed me on a sun lit day in a great field of grass. She was made to stand as all deer should. My father told me of her weakness and how his guards held her up. How she cried with joy he said at my birth. I was born pure white a mark of my purity. I was taken from my mother who was left laid still in the grass. I was carried in the mouth of a pale stag across the grass to a row of hinds, My new eyes near blinded by the light unable to focus on the things around me. The hinds washed my damp frame with rough tongues and showed me how to feed from each and everyone of them. I was pushed from one to the other. Once fed I felt full and content the hinds stood to attention. Waiting. I felt the ground under my small hooves tremble and looked around. I found myself staring up to a face of a great white god. His magnificent, rack like a golden crown. The light seemed too radiant from him. There was a strange smell about him, yet not unpleasant to my young nose, sweet, sticky like wild flowers. I knew him in an instant. Father.
The next few months I was shared between the hinds. My legs grew strong fast for i was taught to stand tall and only lay down to rest when most needed. “A noble master must be strong and carry himself properly at all times not matter what age he is” The hinds would say to me. My father only came to inspect me a few times. He would walk around me and push at me. On occasion I was kicked and roared at to see how i responded. I stood still as told to by the hinds before the first inspection, I held back the tears and braced my frame.

It's been a while. I had never guess how much time had passed. everyday growing stronger. Everyday working towards my goal. Winters flew past, I had almost forgotten about my mother. My mind fixed on my training. My antlers were now showing and though I did not have a full crown the two points were sharp.

The day came one frost covered morning. I was to be tested, It seems so long ago even now. They called it the test of darkness. I was given no warning. For all my training was preparing me for this. Risk and Mortis has explained that the whole herd stags and hinds would hunt for me. The hunt would start before the sun rose. Their aim, to kill me. My job was to stay alive until the sun set and the test was over. I stood resting in the dusky forest not asleep but drifting when they came. Stags and hinds racing through the shadows at me. Outnumbered I turned and ran. But not in panic I paced myself as Mortis had taught me. I turned and headed towards higher ground where the rocks broke through the earth and tree roots made ledges. I no longer felt the branches batter and slash my form. These things did not matter, I had to focus on the task ahead.. I let my ears fall back allowing me to gage the herds distance. Not yet......I would need them closer….

I ran on and soon came to the place I was looking for to turn the tables. A face of rock, old as the wood and taller than the trees. Covered with ferns, and mosses, Pitted with cracks and bat caves. The test was of brains and not so much brawn I would only pass if I lived and to live was possible if the plan worked. I stood waiting for the first Deer to break through the foliage infront of me. I stood holding my ground making as if to fight.

NOW! I spun around my back legs powering me upwards as I lept I sprinted up bounding over jutting rocks I leaped like a mountain goat along juts of the rock. Not daring to look down as I scales the face of rock. Some followed others filtered to the sides.