[InuImori]

What is a Mohawk Deer?

What is a Mohawk Deer you may ask, well they are deer creatures that have maned Mohawks and leg fur that match there mane color, the female's mane is longer than the male's.they have steam punk accessories such as belts which is a MUST have, they go from the hoof to the neck to the waist. they also come with steam punk electric wings that match there eye color, they can come in different shapes and sizes but its very rare for them to not have wings. most cant fly but it depends on the wings and age. it is uncommon/rare for a deer to have a maned tail. There horns also come in different sizes and shapes, from stubs (ones on now) to moose, to reindeer.These lovely creatures are from the size of a cat to slightly bigger than a great dane.

hes a pretty rare fella

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8/1 = End Date

[Novi]

Username: roger ;; is my name, but you can call me Rog, Touya, or Charlie. c:
name: I'd like to name this boy Gilen. In Germanic and French, this means "vow; hostage." You'll understand when you read his back story.
age: 2 years old.
how hes treated: Gilen, or Gil, as he's nicknamed, is treated quite poorly. Since he's not "normal" by the Mohawk Deer social standards, he's commonly bullied or neglected by other MD's. They laugh at him for being different, and some even go as far as to harm him physically. I mean, how do you think he got those scars?
back story: notes - Sigmund = Gilen's father; Athalia - Gilen's mother; Gilen and his family, being of Germanic origin, sometimes speak in German.


Is this what you call a family?
Sigmund paced around outside the nursery rather nervously, pawing at the dirt with his hoof. He glanced inside, peering with blue eyes as silence filled the empty air.
Suddenly, a babe's cry rang out, and Sigmund sighed in relief. With light hoof-steps, the sooty black Mohawk Deer trotted in, seeing his mate curled up near a snowy-white fluff ball. He blinked; that was odd. Athalia's coat was a light grey... This couldn't be their child!
Athalia noticed her mate's curiosity and sighed heavily. "...He's different, Sigmund," she murmured quietly, motioning for the male to come closer. When his blue eyes met the babe's, the elder's startled cry rang through the air like a silver bell.
Red. The boy's eyes were pure, crimson red.
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"It's called albinism, sir. It's rare, but it's not impossible."
Sigmund listened quietly as the doe in front of him explained their son's condition. Athalia nuzzled the boy's head as she looked up, ears twitching at the word "rare".
"...It won't affect him mentally, oh no," the doe explained with a chuckle. "No, it only affects appearance. He'll grow up quite normally, he just....will look different, is all."
Sigmund didn't hear that last part. With a huff, he turned and walked away.
That was the last time anyone had seen him.
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Don't, don't, don't wake me up
'Cause I hate who I am today!
Gilen awoke groggily, glancing around. No signs of Mutti anywhere.
The young Mohawk Deer stood shakily, tossing a glance over his shoulder. No other Mohawk Deer in sight. Good. Maybe this time he could be left in peace.
This was the fourth time he and Mutti had moved to get away from the bullying, but frankly, it wasn't helping much. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. Gilen knew that his Mutti was getting tired of all the times he had come home crying because of the bullies; he always was the sensitive one, you know.
The albino Mohawk Deer trotted towards the mouth of the cave and peered out. Still no sign of Mutti. There were other Mohawk Deer playing, but Gilen knew he wasn't invited to join in. He never was.
He sighed and stepped out of the den, glancing around. He heard the jeers from the other Mohawk Deer, but ignored them. Insults? He had become deafened towards them.

(May add more later)


art:

[~Raining Fire~]

Username:~Raining Fire~
name:Naval ( means wonder in Indian)
age: Four years old
how hes treated:Naval is treated with respect and honor, since he is rare and would tend to stick out he is treated as an equal instead of dffrent , he will be treated with care ad love
back story:Naval was very diffrent from his family as he was born Albino, he didnt have the grey and white coat as his brothers and Sisters, Naval ran away from home, he raced and soon found me and my other charries, he now lives happily
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[Kirisuna]

Username:
Baby bear<3
name:
Oron
age:
He is a year and a half
how hes treated:
Well he used to be treated rather poorly among the others but now he's treated very well, like he should be.
back story:
(written in his POV and in sort of journal entry form. I also used my recently won MD Sera.)
They would always pick on me because I'm different. Big deal I don't have colors and patterns like you guys. I'm still a Mohawk deer. You think they'd be nicer. But instead they judge me. They call me names. But worse of all they're attacked me. I just wish I had someone that would take good care of me. I was actually walking around alone today, like always, when I ran into another deer. She was a beauty. I was scared though. I thought shed treat me like all the others but she didn't. Her name was Sera and she cared for any wounds I had. We promised to meet in the same spot every day and just talk. Yesterday I told her about the attacks and bullies. She told me she wished she could take me away from all that, if even just for a day, to meet her friend. She said her friend takes care of her and would welcome me with open arms. I wish I knew Seras friend.
other:
I'm not sure what to put here. Maybe I'll order art of him and Sera.

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Username: Absynthe
Name: Tyv. This means "thief" in Danish. His parents died before he could be named, and although he was at first referred to as "He" and "Him", was later given this name.
Age: 4 years old
How He's Treated: Ever since he was born, Tyv could never live a normal life. He lost both his parents because they tried to defend him from the others at his birth. He was shunned from the others but wants to prove to them that he can be just as good - if not better than they.
Back Story:

It was a dark night, in a dark meadow where dark things lived. The moon was new, and there was only the dim white flicker of stars to light the paths. But there was one that didn't need the light.
Tyv ran, his hooves skimming over the grass like a swift snake. Behind him he heard more hoof steps, as well as the sound of wings and loud voices.
"Hurry! We can catch him!"
"That little thief! He's done it this time!"
"What was he thinking, stealing that belt?"
Right, the belt. His red eyes glanced down at the leather strip dangling in his mouth, and he grinned. I finally did it! He would have let out a loud whoop, but he didn't want to risk dropping it. Swerving round a hill, he bolted forward.
Very suddenly a the obvious flapping sound came from above him, and a glowing figure appeared before him. Tyv stared at it for a second, then made a mad dash for the greenery he knew was to his left.
"Not so fast," came a deep growl, and the young deer let out a yelp; he was plucked from his hooves and in the process the belt was snatched away. He stared at his stolen loot by the stranger's feet for a second before looking defiantly into his shadowed eyes.
They looked amused.
That did it. "Put me down!" He growled, flailing wildly. One of his hooves were aimed at the stranger's face, but he deftly dodged with a soft "whoa there," and a chuckle. The next one that came flying toward his chest was caught, and he spoke again.

Other: WIP

[Curious]

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username;; ;;breadcrumbs;;
name;; Jessie. I just think it suits him. c:
age;; Teen
how he's treated;; I'll do my absolute best to treat him well.
back story;; When Jessie first opened his eyes, he was alone.
Nobody seemed to care. He pleaded for help, a family, or even a
home, but nobody made a move to help him, or at least even talk
to him. They all passed by... As if Jessie was a ghost...
other;; He is so handsome. cx

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judging today

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Username: Absynthe
Name: Tyv. This means "thief" in Danish. His parents died before he could be named, and although he was at first referred to as "He" and "Him", was later given this name.
Age: 4 years old
How He's Treated: Ever since he was born, Tyv could never live a normal life. He lost both his parents because they tried to defend him from the others at his birth. He was shunned from the others but wants to prove to them that he can be just as good - if not better than they.
Back Story:

It was a dark night, in a dark meadow where dark things lived. The moon was new, and there was only the dim white flicker of stars to light the paths. But there was one that didn't need the light.
Tyv ran, his hooves skimming over the grass like a swift snake. Behind him he heard more hoof steps, as well as the sound of wings and loud voices.
"Hurry! We can catch him!"
"That little thief! He's done it this time!"
"What was he thinking, stealing that belt?"
Right, the belt. His red eyes glanced down at the leather strip dangling in his mouth, and he grinned. I finally did it! He would have let out a loud whoop, but he didn't want to risk dropping it. Swerving round a hill, he bolted forward.
Very suddenly a the obvious flapping sound came from above him, and a glowing figure appeared before him. Tyv stared at it for a second, then made a mad dash for the greenery he knew was to his left.
"Not so fast," came a deep growl, and the young deer let out a yelp; he was plucked from his hooves and in the process the belt was snatched away. He stared at his stolen loot by the stranger's feet for a second before looking defiantly into his shadowed eyes.
They looked amused.
That did it. "Put me down!" He growled, flailing wildly. One of his hooves were aimed at the stranger's face, but he deftly dodged with a soft "whoa there," and a chuckle. The next one that came flying toward his chest was caught, and he spoke again.

Other: WIP

Congrats i loved your story and the name please take care of this little guy. :3