Valaire | Art + Screenshots
March 8, 2025 - 7:33am — Hoodie
Valaire was born with a pelt white as bone, and eyes the color of ash. The Devouts, the cult she was born to, took one look at her and whispered blessed, chosen, sacrifice. They worshipped the Twin Gods– and saw her white pelt as not just beauty– but as a divine sign.
Though the seasons turned, and her horns began to grow, so too did their unease.
By her second year, Valaire’s antlers outmatched even the oldest of stags—thick, spiraling things, lacquered red like fresh blood. No male could match her. No Devout could explain her- not even the highest Devout. Soon they were calling her an aberration. An oddity. A horror.
The High Devout cast her out beneath a silent sky, cold and cruel, their chants echoing through the pines like a curse.
She wept, alone. Lost. Time not healing wounds, but only causing them to ferment. To rot inside her. Something within her burned brighter in exile. She leaned into it, embraced it. She remembered the rites the Devouts kept only for themselves, and she twisted them with her own will. She sought violence from a young age. Practiced Blood magic. Dark magic. Years passed and she underwent a deep change. Where once she bore the cold, carved mask of the Devouts, she now wore a veil—thin and transparent, red as blood—draped gently across her face like a symbol of transformation. A choice. She had not turned cruel, or betrayed her family. She had simply found herself.
Valaire was older now. Her limbs, tail, and ears tainted black, as if the magic was seeping into her very being. Her eyes tired, aged, yet still burning with festering resentment and unseen turmoil. Her horns pulsed with magic, manifested from feelings within her that only grew with time. So much time had passed that she was only a legend to her parents, known as a curse from the Twin Gods, a failed sacrifice.
Her trauma, her neglect, her abhorrence for how she was treated, all seethed within her.
With no forethought, and no premeditation, out of pure emotion one night, she returned.
The Devouts gathered that night to chant, to sing, to offer blood to their gods.
But the offering was late, their prayers would never reach the Twin Gods that night.
She was already there.
She stepped into the circle of firelight, regal and framed by the licking flames, the illumination from her symbol causing her to appear red against her white fur, as if the gods themselves bled through her. The High Devout tried to speak—but found his mouth filled with blood, leaving him gurgling for air instead.
Valaire’s voice, although calm, was booming with a confidence that was unmatchable.
“You’ve poisoned me. My worth. My future.”
The light moved like liquid, peeling from her coat, transforming into shadows, twisting into antlered shapes and unspeakable horrors. The Devouts screamed, but only gurgling escaped their throats, blood heaping from their mouths. They tried to run, but the ground turned to thick mud. The fire turned a deep red, and the circle of flames became a cage, enclosing the herd.
Valaire did not flinch as the fire consumed them.
When the night was quiet again, she stepped over their ashes, her hooves untouched.
And with time, the Devouts’ altar stones crumbled. The temple rocks given back to nature.
And far away, in a forest where the souls never quite sleep, a forest where nothing changes aside from the inhabitants, a white deer with red horns lives still—welcoming all who wander too far to play, veiled in kindness. wisdom, and the power of choice.
my main deer! my OOC / deersona. always open to interact with everyone.
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