[flyteck]

I wanted to try for her, but was too late. I'm so glad I can now! <3

Username: flyteck
Deity Name: Valerie. Derived from Vallen, which means Autumn in Dutch.
Gender: Goddess
Element: Autumn
Personality:
Art: (can be ordered from other artists, any poetry or stories must be written by you though)

WIP. I will finish though.

[clip ♡]

Im dropping out, sorry. I just don't have the time to make art this close to christmas and new years.

[FireBornWyrm]

Opting out, Cannot do it at this time of year. Sorry, I love her but can't do it.

[Ebonpyre]

I hope I'm not too late! I only found out about this a few minutes ago.

Username:
Brenton
Deity Name:
Tallulah
Gender: Goddess
Element: Autumn
Personality:
Tallulah is a quiet, wry young thing, with a strange humour about her at most times, often smiling or laughing as if she's in on a joke which no one else is aware of. Her small size makes her able to easily pass by unseen, and she is more intelligent than her youthful appearance might let on - she is able to sneak and listen, and if she is seen at all, she is viewed as innocent and harmless. Her mind grows, though her body does not.

She does not always like all which she hears from the others - her traveling and listening make her painfully aware of sadness and death. She copes, thinking positively, but she is bothered, at times, when she travels through a place which she knows will have tragedy brought upon it. Though she has learned to manage, and is often truly happy, sometimes she suddenly stricken with the sadness which causes her to interfere, if only to offer some small degree of comfort.

Normally her siblings would not mind the interference with humans, trusting them to be wise, but Tallulah has always been a bit of a wildcard, and is seen as rather immature by many of her siblings, making them want to keep her dedicated only to her job, lest she interfered horribly with the world.

Tallulah is quite charming, due in no small way to her young appearance. She has a way with words when she does speak, and it leads many of those who are aware of her and her knowledge to seek her out for advice, but she tends to be flighty, and isn't always helpful even if you do find her. Her presence can be felt often, especially in the autumn, and it seems as if someone should be able to find her with ease, but it is never that simple. When she wants to interfere, she will do so herself, but if she doesn't, she cannot be found. She seems to appear at random, on whims she can't explain.

Few of those mortals she shows herself to has any idea that she is a goddess - she is a simple fawn, appearing for a short time before being on her way again.

When she is annoyed enough at humanity she will pester them - she taunts hunters intentionally when she is bored, a gorgeous sight for the moment she is seen before disappearing once again, with no one ever able to catch her.

She is restless, moving about quickly and gracefully, and finds it difficult to slow down and rest. She is still very obviously childlike in this regard - distracted by the shiny and the new, endlessly curious about what she doesn't know and intent to know as much as she can, playful and joyous.

Incredibly stubborn, she will not back down even when she learns she is wrong. She dislikes being challenged or argued with, and is quite childish when confronted. This causes her to be a bit of a pain with her siblings, especially when she shows herself to humans. She gets away with it often, and they knew it even if they can't prove it. When they accuse her, she will simply pretend she does not know what they're talking about.

She finds happiness in many things - often the tiniest of things, unnoticed by many others - and when she isn't annoying people with her lack of advice or imparting of knowledge, she tends to lighten the mood wherever she is.

She trusts very few, and though she may smile and joke with them she is never completely at ease around the other gods, and prefers the naiveté of the mortals - the little children and the wild animals.

Of course she is fond of the autumn, and rather dislikes the other seasons, except, perhaps, for spring, seeing how full of new life it was. Autumn, she thinks, is incredibly elegant, with beautiful colours of the leaves. It was also a more reasonably temperature than summer and winter tended to be.

Her knowledge of areas is restricted to the areas where she does her job - the coldest and the warmest places are foreign to her, but she is incredibly tempted to explore them, and at times ventures near, causing the occasional uncharacteristic changes in temperature.

She tends to laugh off her the fact that she is so small, joking about it, but when people genuinely judge her to be weak she gets a dedication to show them wrong, and is furious, though it does not always change their minds.

Tallulah loves water - lakes and rivers, running water or still, and tends to hang around them when her work requires for her to linger. She will prance in the water if it is shallow enough, and simply let her hooves hang down if it isn't. She likes plant life, which is why she is fond of spring despite autumn being her favourite - it is simply full of flowers and colour.

Though there are problems with her life, siblings, and what she knows, she truly loves her job and is dedicated to it. She is proud of herself, since she tends to be more on time than some of her siblings, though every now and then she's late.

Like all gods and godesses, she was allowed to bond to a human, despite how much other interaction was discouraged. Deliberation took time, and her siblings dreaded the choice which she might make. In the end she settled on someone her brothers and sisters were fairly neutral towards - a normal young human with a rather uneventful life and a fondness for writing about the godess she bonded with.

Art:


It was quiet, the cold creeping steadily as it had been for weeks - the last few golden leaves still clung to the trees, refusing to fall quite yet, though the time would soon come when they could no longer resist, and would be swept away and forgotten under winter's snow.

Tallulah was roaming the forests as she always had, a small creature, who looked so small and fragile amongst the mighty trees. But she was the power to cause this - she brought the fall, and it would leave with her.

Her time to leave was near. A few more days, and then she would release this land once more into the hands of winter, though they were, she thought, incapable and rather cruel.

She would be moving across the country as she had for years, but for now she had a small amount of time left, and she would spend it with company.

-

It was late in the afternoon, and a child walked about his house, as he often did when there were no chores or homework to bother him. Thanksgiving was over and the relatives were beginning to leave the small house in which he lived, but a few still lingered, chatting with his parents after cleaning after the noon meal.

He went outside to escape them - their conversations were of little interest to a child. The spacious rural backyard was much more suited for his mood - though his dog was too busy napping to accompany him, the boy ventured out on his own.

There were no fences - simply a clearing with a swing and the ragged flower garden, before giving way to the first trees of the forest. It had been made very clear that he should stay within site of the house, and he was a surprisingly obedient child, and for the most part he stayed, though he had, once or twice, ventured a bit further.

He would not do so today, though - even if he wanted to, his parents would no doubt want to call him in for him to listen to something an aunt or cousin was saying, or to answer one of the questions they always asked. They would tell him he needed to come and visit, and he would nod absently before vanishing again.

Today he would sit and listen. He perched on the swing but kept it still, listening to the birds which never seemed to fall quiet. The sense of adventure which the outside often held for the young boy was gone now, without his companion to share it with him, but the excitement of the visitors and the smell of turkey had worn the over-sized pup out quite well.

There was something different, today, though, but he was not old enough to place it - something in the air, something changing. It was new, but he was not certain if it was better.

Something disturbed the brush, making the leaves move aside, heard but not seen until finally it reached the thinner places, near the house, too small to make much noise.

The boy's eyes widened as he stared at the fragile thing, not sure whether to turn and call his parents, or to go to it. In the end he found he simply froze, watching the yellow eyes which gazed at him solemnly.

Tallulah knew things, heard things - though the autumn was her element, she knew of the business of the others, and she could not stay back this time, though she often tried to brush things off. Death was coming, so unexpected and unfair, and though she could not stave it off, perhaps she could to some small little thing to offset the pain.

Life would go on, she knew, but there was something about this child which made her sorrowful, compelling her to stop for just a while.

She approached him with a calmness which surprised him - the only deer he had seen were in the boring documentaries, and the lifeless head on his aunt's wall - but he felt as if it should be scared, wary of him, but in a way it simply seemed sad.

The fawn sat next to the swing, and after a while the boy ventured to reach out his shaking hand to pat the strange animal's head. She sat there quietly, simply thinking solemnly to herself.

Neither of them had much time left. She would be moving on, and in time would be here again. And though she was the only one of the two aware of what was to come, she supposed they could both use some final company in the afternoon.

Hours passed, and Tallulah knew she could not stay. She stood on her thin legs before staring at him once again and turning to leave.

It wasn't fair, she knew. He was so very young.

As she disappeared again, she wished she could have told him.

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"I don't see a problem with it."

Her time had ended - she had passed the burden to winter. But this small interference with humanity had not gone unnoticed.

"You know good and well what was wrong with what you did."

Her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and she straightened up as much as she could.

"It did no harm."

"No, not this time. But if you keep this up, it will."

Tallulah was always very aware of how fragile her voice was, almost pathetic sounding despite how petulant she was.

"You are unkind, brother. Don't punish me just because I am not."

"Death is certainly sad for those which experience it, but it is nothing you are not used to."

The male sighed. This was not the first time this had happened, even if it was the first he could prove.

"What changed your mind this time?"

She wished she could answer him, but she honestly did not know. She felt compelled to be with the boy before she end, and so she was.

"No clue."

This answer did not help.

"You do your job well, little sister," another brother inputted, more patient to deal with this. "But you should stick to the autumn."

"I should, I don't deny. I can't see why you don't succumb to the temptation to interfere as well."

"Easy - I'm not tempted."

"I don't believe that."

"Well, regardless, it's true."

"I just want to help them."

"It won't actually help them, though, to interfere. The future is bloody and terrible, but compared to what could be, it is the best course of option."

"You seem very sure of yourself."

"I have to be."

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[Brittannie]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

[wolves+horses]

Can't wait to see who won! (I didn't enter; just curious!)

[The Royal Mirage]

She shall be MINE! 8D

Username: Wolves Run Free
Deity Name: Alia
Gender: Goddess
Element: Autumn
Personality:

[From Alia's POV]
I can still remember that a long time ago, my favorite book ever was Peter Pan. Well, that's wrong. For as long as I can remember, my favorite book is Peter Pan. You see, I'm different in the way that I can never, ever grow up. I am destined to walk alone for my lifespan, but that doesn't mean that I can't grow up in the way of my mind... even if my body will never get bigger.

Alia is a quiet, serious fawn that tries to seem like a normal kid. Some times, however, she knows that she can't keep her feelings hidden forever, and as she jumps in the leaves and plays tag just like any other kid, she quietly worries about rejection. How she even speaks and walks tells of her difference in growth, however, and Alia sometimes hates her role as a Fall God, or as she calls it, Bringer of the Red Leaves.
When angry, Alia trys to blink away tears and hide from everyone until she feels better. She hates people thinking she is weak and small, and prefers oftentimes to just walk under the fall trees.
Her favorite color is redish orange, of course, one of her choice leaf colors. She prefers the weather slightly cold, but dislikes any extremes.

Art:
By Wolf Blood Song
By me

Short One:
The brown leaves under my steady hoof beats crackled as I chased after the fawns. It was towards the end of autumn, and my job was over for another year. All the fawns were about half a year older me, or so they thought. They treated me a bit like a runt, saying that I shouldn't have been born so late and I probably wouldn't make the winter. But I had made it many, many times before, so I had a feeling that I would be just fine.
My small body was soon gasping and struggling to keep up, and one of the nice fawns, a male by the name of Senri, slowed down a little to race beside me. His fur had a light bronze colored dusting to it, and his eyes were warm as he helped me to my feet when I tripped and went tumbling. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, nudging me.
"I'm adequate, thank you." I said in annoyance, then, seeing his stare, blush and look down at my hooves. "I meant, I'm fine, sorry. I don't know why I said that."
"It's fine." We looked towards the direction the others had skidded off to, and Senri shrugged. "They will have to come back to the herd eventually. Let's just walk around and enjoy the leaves while it lasts. You like the color of them, right?" He asked, with a knowing glance.
I stiffened. "How did you come to this knowledge?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Senri gently butted me. I could feel the beginnings of small antlers, and I blinked up at him. He wasn't that much taller than me, just a few leaf lengths, but I still had to tilt my head up. "It wasn't hard to guess. That's why you roll in mud and leaves to get them to stick to your back like that, right?"
"O-oh. Well, yes, you're legitimate. I mean, right."
"Why do you always correct yourself?" Senri asked with a laugh. "I like your big words, Alia."
"But I'm different. The others can all tell." I whispered. Senri looked into my eyes, then whispered. "Maybe that's not a bad thing."
I stayed with Senri's herd for a little while, but had to depart once I knew that my inability to grow and have fawns would always force me apart from the young buck who loved me. It caused me great pain to leave him, but I knew that there was no choice. It was time to find another gathering of deer to tag along with. At least for a while.

Poem One
Fall always chases summer
I know this, I'm not a newcomer
The trees turn gold
as summer grows old
And winter prepares
It's deadly snares

Watch the leaves fall to the ground
They weigh less than even a pound
The young ones are almost all grown up now
But I can't grow up- I don't know how.

My job is forever,
And I know that never
Will I have a family of my own
Free my my shackles of fall to roam

This was the job given to me
I'm not free,
but as I stand under the fall red leaves
I feel at peace here, come and see.

It took me a very long time to decide between three or so excellent entries, but in the end this is the one that I truly felt connected best with her. Congratulations, please take good care of this little one <3

[eternalglitch]

♫ Wow, thank you so much. ♥
I promise I'll take care of her. c:

[rina.]

Congrats Wolves. :3