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this deerssert is blind.
to win, you have to design this deer's accessories [can be one-five; nothing over five, please.]
AND write a short story or include a piece of art with the deer.

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ends April 19th

[Dr. Paine]

username:
Commander Shepard

name:
Ashley (Ash)

gender:
Female. (Worth mentioning that she is sexless though, due to being a ghost)

accessories:
A black blindfold embroidered with stars/moons, a blue ribbon in her hair, a jar of dust/ashes, and a winged star pendant. (sketch here. I'll try and get it cleaned up some T_T)

playlist:
Songs that this design reminded me of, are inspiring/have inspired Ash's character, or just seem to fit in nicely.

Into Dust -- Mazzy Star
Is It Right -- youmaybe
I Was Lost Without You -- Mass Effect 3 OST
Wake Up -- Mass Effect 3 OST
Never Ending Nightmare

story:
Mars blazes above me, a burning coal in the cold. Smaller warmths blink about, barely enough to catch my attention.

I still wonder how this came to be-- I can't see any more, yet I still feel the stars-- all stars-- as something warm. Something I'm not fond of. Warmth... the memories are faint, fragmented, but they are warm too; painfully so, until I can only turn away to focus on now.

The scent of rain hangs in the air; ionized by lightning crackling in the towering clouds above that sets my fur on end, even my feathers ruffle some from the feeling. I am... uneasy. This feels familiar, and it's all I can do to keep from running full-tilt or flying until my wings seize up, but I can't. It took... how long? Bumbling about in the darkness for months, perhaps even years, until I could find this warmth again. Years searching for... I don't even know what, any more.


I barely remember my own name. 'Ash' is the only word that comes to mind; ash like the strange vial hanging 'round my neck, smooth glass with no stopper... and yet, though I can always catch the singed scent of what fills it, it never feels empty. But never full, either, though I try.

Small warmths dim as a proper blaze erupts above, a streak of fire. I follow, my hooves making no sound, no racing heart or struggle to keep my breath. I simply follow, until there's a crackling sound, the scent of burned grass and charred wood. Warmth beneath my hooves now as I walk towards the fireball-- and then, it's cold. It isn't a large object, perhaps twice again the size of an apple. It smells of metal, hot and strange in my mouth, but of something... beyond. The lightning in the clouds, the warm stars blazing above; something repulsive but... so very alluring, would make my heart skip a beat if I could feel such things any more. It smells almost like...

me.

I don't quite know how I manage it, but I do. Between one split hoof I hold the vial against the cold lump of iron and stone, the other carefully scrapes away at the surface. The sounds are slight, but I can hear the stardust faintly clinking against the glass as it tumbles in, mingling with the ashes. They smell different now-- neither metal nor ash, but...

No.

I flare my wings as all warmth, all sound and feeling vanish. For the first time in memory, I feel afraid. There is only the scent of decay, of salt and water and rot, of fire...

and voices.

All around me, whispers fill the air, words half-muffled, but a few stand out.

'He lies!' cries one, a female on the edge of hysterics. 'He lies-- don't any of you have ears? A nose? Don't you smell it? Run!'

A male voice next, colder than stone: 'our home is under no danger.' Sounds of screaming, young fawns crying out for their parents, a stampede of mayhem and the smell, the heat--

and another voice.

'Get the others to safety,' I hear myself say. 'Get them and get out of here, you know it's the right thing to do!'

I feel another presence nearby, and the whispers grow into a hushed din, words melting into one another until I can't make sense of them.

I can feel... tears? I want tears, but no, there are none.

Just dust, the dust and ash of my bones, my skin charred in a blaze that could have stopped had our king a single ounce of sense in his head, seeping through the half-solid form I had now.

I am... simply Ash, simply dust wandering blind under the stars.

But...

I know I was-- am-- a hero.

And somewhere out there, a herd lives under a liar, a fool. My herd, I must...
I must help them, even as I am.

-fin


(I am very sorry for the rushed nature of this story-- I initially had a lot more planned out. Basically, Ash was a sort of guard for her herd, and had repeatedly warned about moving to a different place since their forest was full of old growth and there had been a number of lightning storms. When a fire inevitably broke out, she wound up sacrificing her own life to get others out to safety; and after an encounter with N7 *the mentioned other presence*, she regained the memories lost in the transition between life and her current state. There was going to be confrontation with the king, buuuuuuut I've had family over and been way more busy/worn out than expected D: But I got the story done enough to count!)

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[Kirarya]

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very pretty.
much beauty.

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username: My username is Vulpining! I don't mind if you call me any variation on that, or the word Vulpine.

Deerssert Name: Orion
The name I chose for this Deersert was based on the constellation, Orion, or the hunter.

Gender: genderfluid, gender-neutral pronouns. (ve/ver/vis or they/them/their)
can be any gender of vis choosing or in default, no gender at all due to vis nature in being a Seraphic.

Accessories:

I. pure silver rosary, it can usually be found wrapped around a wing of ankle of vis
this rosary keeps ver anchored to the mortal plane, so that ve can protect the Haven
II. crossbow that is sacred, its arrows are made divine energy and comet shards
orion fights with a crossbow, to keep the Lumberers at bay
III. necklace with two canid skull charms, one smaller than the other, to represent canis major and canis minor
the constellation orion has two dogs as companions, and due to the nature of the haven, there are stray dogs roaming freely.
IV. bottomless satchel made of rabbit fur and lined with leather
this satchel holds all that the Inhabitants need (the people in the Haven). once they get their item, they will eventually leave, against their will.
V. a shawl/scarf that wraps around the neck, super thick and soft, although can be a bit bulky at times. it is made of pure void.
this scarf was given to ver by the stars as a half of the gift from his mother. the other half was the hint towards his true name, Orion, that could not be given to ver through their exile, one aspect of this exile involving pure silence.

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Seraphic - As a Whole

Seraphic are winged creatures that are made of pure cosmos. They can have one or more sets of wings, and the usual number is three for a full Seraphic. They are not easily seen, except as shooting stars and comets, among other celestial bodies. When they visit the mortal plane, they choose to adopt the forms of animals or humans and in this way, they can have half-Seraphic children. These children can get any of the Seraphic traits, but more often than not, they will appear as perfectly normal children. They have the power to control many aspects of the waking and non-waking world and can flow freely between the two. They have their own unique gender, which can be explained as being genderless and all genders at the same time. Given the choice, however, they are able to become any gender of their choosing.

Orion, the Hunter {Constellation Mythology}

Orion was a great hunter and after his death, Zeus placed him among the stars to honor him. Orion had two dogs, Sirius (Canis Major) and Procyon (Canis Minor). These dogs are named for the major stars in their constellations. Orion, along with his dogs pursued the rabbit initially, but later, Orion claimed a more worthy prey, the bull, Taurus. He was blinded by an angry king after he assaulted the king's daughter, but he later regained his sight.

Insecure

Orion has a tendency to doubt most everything and this leads to a slight paranoia. Because of this doubt, ve also has trust issues and can, on occasion, have panic attacks.

Secretive

Ve is also very secretive and hides from normal society. The only living creatures that are able to see ver are the Inhabitants, or the people who arrive in the Haven.

Caring

Orion is a very motherly deer, although this may not always be representative of vis physical gender. Ve will protect the Inhabitants until vis dying breath. Ve goes out of vis way to take care of each and one of them until they have to leave.

Compassionate

Orion loves everything and everyone. Ve, in being such, is characteristically non-violent. Don't mistake this for weakness, however! Orion will kick you to the curb faster than you can say "I'm sorry!" if you get on vis bad side.

Brave

Orion is a very daring deer. Ve is not afraid of much of anything, except losing an Inhabitant or losing someone close to ver. The dangers in vis realm are far and wide and so ve has no choice but to be brave.

Well, we kinda get along... From what I can
tell, anyway. Orion likes to stay by verself, but
won't mind my company if we go on
an adventure or two. Ve has some thought-
worthy opinions and I value ver as a friend.

W-what? That deer? Uh... they're kind of
weird, but nice, though. We get along and I think
that ve'll warm up to me eventually.
Kind of reminds me of my best friend...
*Catrina wanders off, strumming her ukulele*

There is a moon,
And there are stars,
And it all seemed so far away...

But after I grew older,
The stars, to me, grew closer,
And the moon told me to stay.

Sunlight, star bright,
Here I rest, here I light,
Delicacy is just a thought,
For even flowers here are strong.

Moonlight, tonight,
I wished that I could see it,
But Mother told me so long ago,
I need not wish, for I had sight all along.

Sunrise, Sunset,
As I grow older, I forget,
All the words that I kept saying,
Now, I only remember staying.

Likes
Soothing noises or white sound
The feel of water
Colors: blue, grey, magenta
Seashells
Animals of all kinds
Classical and jazz music

Dislikes
Sharp things
Negative emotions, such as sadness, anger, jealousy
Colors: Yellow and Red
Rock and other hard musics that hurt vis ears
Being alone for too long
Hearing vis own voice for a long period of time

I was born blind and darkness is all I have ever
known. Early on, my mother taught me to live
by my other senses, in touching, hearing and
smelling all that is around me, and I’ve been able
to subsist without my eyes… But my mother had
to move on eventually. She left me. I can only
assume that she couldn’t deal with the
embarrassment of my disability and status
as an aberration to my tribe or that she had
to leave for some better reason. Out there,
when one’s wandering the ice fields, anything
could happen. I can only assume something
befell her, and so I am alone.
Forever confined in solidarity to the
boundaries of the cold realm of
blindness and insecurity.



I have my mother’s and my father’s pelts
haphazardly patched together, a mixture
of the night sky and pure snowy white,
stricken through with iridescent bands on
my legs. I was, at first, an outcast. Not
only for my pelt that did not conform to
the normal pure white pelts of our clan,
but also for my blindness. But this blindness
doesn't compose me. I have overcome this
weakness and become something else.
Since my mother left me,
I have chosen my own name from the dreams she
sent to me whilst sleeping on the ice. My name, in its’
entirety, is Orion.

I remember one dream in vivid detail… I was
standing alone and as I stood, my hooves began
to phase into the stars, and my skin fell away
from me as if it were an onionskin that was only
there to be peeled from me. Underneath, pure
cosmos was held within my skin. I had become
a full Seraphic and I was able to see this.
I could see all of it. The stars came to me
and wrapped me in a scarf of pure void, and
they whispered sweet things into my ears. How
I was loved and valuable. How I am purposeful
and wanted… I didn’t want to leave their soothing
embrace, but eventually, they fell away from me,
only to reveal my mother. She was a dazzling,
pure white deer, radiating with the halo given
to her by the sun. Is this how my father saw
her? She nuzzled me and she was warm… oh,
that warmth, it filled my body, from the tips
of my whipping mane to tips of my hooves.
I could feel her smile radiating through me
and I smiled back. How could I have ever
thought she wanted to leave me? She rested
against my side and turned me towards what
she wanted to see before pointing out with a
hoof. I saw as she pointed, and as she pointed,
I saw. There was a bright row of three stars
and above it; there was a flickering red one.
It was Betelgeuse, the shoulder of the hunter.
She whispered into my ear a single word,
“Orion.” My name was her last gift to me.



And then my dream faded away. She was
gone and I was back in my home in the ice caves.

I sleep in the ice caves, which are a part of
the mountain range in which a haven is sheltered.
This haven is for sentient beings considered
to be in grave peril. None else can see or enter,
and for this, I am forced to protect it. And more
importantly, I guard its inhabitants and myself
with my powers. I was only blessed the powers
of the Seraphic because my mother was a
devout and pure doe.

To the outside world, I am an enigma and a
legend amongst the tribes of native humans.
They have tried to hunt me before, but now
they realize that their attempts were futile.
I cannot be captured. I can hear the stars moving
above me, and they call out my name… Orion! Orion!
Come back to us! But despite their desperate cries,
I know that I cannot. I am anchored to this realm
and I must remain here. I must protect them.
I must protect the Inhabitants.

Three years ago on this night, all the stars were out
in their full glory… Or maybe they weren’t. I’ll never
truly have a way of knowing because I was born without
eyes. Although, I guess that the stars are always out,
since the Sun’s a star, too. Although I don’t have eyes,
I can still see in my dreams. My mother taught me
to live through these experiences and to take as much
as I can in by exploring in my dream world. These
experiences, as well as my other senses, help me
to navigate in my waking life. But I think that’s
enough about me. You’re here to hear a story, aren’t you?
You’re here to hear the tale beginning this night…
three years ago today.

The winds swept smells from the ice fields to me
and I stretched in my ice cave, dusting the snow
off of myself as well as the floor. The gale that blew
into my cave then had been blowing for at least a week. I
tugged my scarf and satchel on and headed out,
galloping into a leap before I leapt into the air
and hovered away.



Whenever I leave my cave, it’s not a long time
before I am above the entire mountain range
with the clouds resting slightly above my head
as I descend into the ring of mountains. Deep
within the center, there is a haven unpurged
by the taint of the world, one that only those
in peril can find. This haven also happens to be
the last of them. I have a pouch for those in peril,
filled with whatever they may seek. It could
have anything in store for those drawing
something out, so long as it helps them.

I took my post in the center basin that night,
positioned so that I could greet those that may
enter. The wind continued to howl overhead as
the gale continued. The grass gently swayed with
the breezes caught by the mountain tunnels, swishing
with a soothing and unwavering beat. I nearly
fell asleep, but I was awakened by the sounds
of a human child shuffling her way in. She was
tired and nervous; I could tell this already by the way
she dragged her feet across the well-trodden rocks.
Of course, I didn't know her then, but as soon
as she saw me, she summoned all the energy
she had left to bound forward
and throw her arms around my neck.

She exclaimed in the Seraphic tongue, “Star!”
as if I had known her for her entire life.
She wasn’t that old, no more than a few human
years, and yet she had still picked up the
speech of the Seraphic, no doubt from her
parents during ceremonies. She told me her
name was Lysia and she told me the tale of
how she had finally escaped her “monster”.
At first, she wasn’t able to fully describe the beast
that had attacked her without bursting into
a raucous fit of wailing, but I let her play with
my mane and after some gentle coaxing, she
finally vaguely described it as a “big, loud, scary
monster with fangs as long as the trees”.

This description wasn’t uncommon for
the humans that found their way here.
After years of them coming, I recognized
it as a Lumberer. These monsters are
native to the villages on the outskirts of the
island, several hundred miles away.



She told me that she wasn’t going back
because she felt safe here… She wanted
to stay here with me. I knew that
each Inhabitant’s stay temporary,
because the danger eventually will pass
for them… But, I couldn’t break her young heart.
I couldn’t tell her… She stroked my mane
affectionately and it was obvious that she
had developed a fondness towards me, so
I let her stay the night.

By morning, she had vanished as quickly
as she had arrived and it was back to
the business of guarding the haven.
All Inhabitants leave… that is what I was taught.
It is the nature of the haven. I walked over
to the pool and took a drink. The water
was refreshing and relaxing, giving me
renewed clarity for the day. I almost took
a short plunge to bathe a little, but I thought
better of it.

I turned around, my ears twitching with the noises of pattering feet. Lysia, the darling girl, had come back. I didn’t know whether to feel happy to hear her again or to feel concerned that she hadn’t truly escaped the Lumberers. She ran up to me and clung to my legs in a bear hug.

“I got scared again, Star.” She whimpered, her term of endearment still ringing in my ears.
“There is nothing for you to fear here, Lysia.” I lay down beside her, and she curled up against me, crying about having to leave. I nuzzled her gently and offered her the satchel. I could feel the vibrations as she traced her fingers across the rabbit burned into the top flap and she opened it. She reached in and she took some effort into pulling what was inside out.

“A blanket…” She whispered. I wondered what the blanket was for, but I could only begin to assume it had something to do with her fear of the Lumberer. Was it a dream? Was it a premonition? I asked the stars, but they were silent. I shuddered a little as the realization hit me and a chill went down my back.

They knew, but they would not tell me. But just as confidently, I also knew it was my role to protect Lysia. I could not lose this child in the same way I had lost my mother. I couldn’t let a Lumberer claim her…

The stars harshly peered down at me from their thrones, hissing disapprovingly for taking little Lysia under my wing. Was harboring an Inhabitant so dangerous? Surely not this child. She spoke in the Seraphic tongue… I had to watch her, cautiously, and protectively.

She clambered up onto my back, resting herself between my wings, wrapped up in her blanket. I closed my eyes, and instead of dreaming, we were transported into the ice fields. We slept in a snow bank until the morning sun rose, warming Lysia to the point where she quit shivering. It was then I realized that I was immune to both the cold and heat, although my body always was warm, thanks to the slight heat given off by the stars on portions of my body. She rode on my back, still sound asleep, as I flew across the fields like a comet, my mane whipping in the wind.



I paused at an overlook and she rubbed her eyes groggily as she stretched in the makeshift harness that I had pieced together. I untied the strap with a gentle tug and she rolled out of the cocoon, floating gracefully to the ground. She was still wearing the little dress she arrived in on her first day in the haven… It was soft to the touch and smelled of wood and coal fire, but also of the freshly fallen snow and hunting dogs.

She called my real name, Orion, instead of the term of endearment she had given me when she first arrived. I flicked my ear toward her and replied.

“Yes, little one?”
“Where are we going?”
“I do not know. I am letting the stars guide us to your… monster, as you called it.” I could feel her quake in fear behind my forelegs.
“But… I don’t wanna… I’m scared.” She began crying again, whimpering every now and then as she tried to take a breath.
“You’re safe with me, Lysia. Together, we will face your fear and I will slay the beast.”
“O-okay, Star.”

She sniffled and whipped her tears from her face. She climbed back up between my wings and I followed the stars into a forest, or at least, what used to be a forest. The acrid reek of tar and pine fire hung headily in the air and had sunk into the soil. Lysia began to cough, but she covered her face with her blanket to filter the air after awhile.

The closer we grew to the Lumberer, the stronger the stench also grew. A low rumble could be heard and felt as the vibrations came from the chest of the beast. A constant and steady thrumming hum, an ominous warning sent to those who dare to come near.

Eventually we were at the maw of the cave. An expansive heat flooded over the wind as it crackled and seared. Lysia had to leave and I took several steps back as the rumbling quickly grew to earthquake-like tremors. The Lumberer was coming out. I twisted the charms on my necklace around my neck and my canine familiars, Sirius and Procyon materialized at my sides. Sirius was carrying the crossbow and Procyon had the quiver of arrows. They barked excitedly and pranced around me giddily.



They had been waiting for a challenge like this one.

The Lumberer, a giant two-headed wyrm, thrust itself from its’ cave and bellowed at me, spraying tar-like spittle out with one head and igniting it with the other. I possessed Sirius’ body and fired a volley of arrows into its gullet, and it could no longer spray the tar at us. It clamped that maw shut and the tar leaked out from the corners.

I fired another quiver of arrows into the other head’s maw, and it crunched them in its rocky teeth. It went to breathe fire again, only to ignite its other head, killing it instantly as the fire spread throughout its body. At last, the beast was slain. I returned to my true body and my familiars returned into the necklace. Lysia ran to us, but she stumbled to the ground, wrapped up in her blanket.

I went to help her up, but after a great fluttering of fabric, her true form was revealed to be that of a Seraphic. I heard her sure-footed steps as she came to me.

“You are worthy...” She dipped her head to me and kissed me on the forehead. I felt a light blossom behind my eyes and I could now see with my mind what was happening. She knelt and vanished, leaving behind the blanket that my satchel had given her. After I returned home to the ice caves, I hung it on my wall as a permanent sentiment of Lysia.

I could never forget her, so long as I may live…

[The Constellatory Deer - Orion {By Houndiless}]
*this art was inspired by the last
song on Orion's playlist
[Procyon - The Quiver {By Vulpining}]
[Orion - Bust 1/2 {By Vulpining}]
[Orion - Bust 2/2 {By Vulpining}]
[Orion Banner {By Houndiless}]

[Haunted by Maya Kern]
[Strange Dreams by The Sixth Ocean]
[Grey Sky Greyhound by Kitsune²]
[Indigo Movement by Kitsune²]
[Fairytale - Valenth Prime]
[FantasyP from Homestuck]
[Sunshine, Sunlight by Maya Kern]
[Eric Skiff - We're All Under The Stars]

i tried to be as careful as possible in selecting the effects for the font headers, but if I triggered your epilepsy, please let me know and i will change them immediately. thanks~

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Res :3

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The Basics

username:
snowflop

name:
Dipper

the big dipper is not a constellation!
its not official recognized, therefore its called an "asterism"

gender:
Female

accessories:
a silver big dipper necklace
like this

a black legwarmer on her front right leg


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Other things

Poem

The night sky
so bright and beautiful
beloved by all

when you see your first
shooting star
there is almost nothing
in the world that
feels like it
except love

love is as deep
and wondrous as space
it is as mysterious
it makes you feel
as though your part
of something
bigger than yourself

- Snowflop


I am Flawed

separation anxiety
- dipper is scared of being left behind or alone.
the loss of her mother when she was young
caused dipper to lose
faith in herself.
she is slowly recovering
with help from Daffodil

General Oddness
being alone from a young age
( lets say 10 in human years)
to her late teens
has left Dipper with a few odd habits
and strange behaviors.
she is very quiet and doesn't speak much.
she enjoys listening
for prolonged periods of time.
she is absolutely mesmerized
by the sound of water.
she doesn't like hustle and bustle
of cities or the loud noises in them.

Blindness
Dipper is blind.
she was not always blind
and she remember what
things where like.
she became blind when
she was living alone.
she is very good at making
her way around
blindness to get about.



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Let me tell you a story..

#1
Never leave me

promise you will never leave me?
i promise sweetie, i love you.
i love you to mom.

Oh stars, at least you still shining.
you wont leave right?
you wont ever leave.
you will always be right above my head.
so close, but yet out of sight.
and lake you to
you will stay right?
always just lapping at my hooves.
your not going anywhere..

Mom said she was just going for the day.
she said she would be back soon.
told me she loved me, i told her i loved her to.
she went out the door.. and never came back..
it took 3 days for the news to get to me
there had been an accident.
mom was gone. and i had to go.
i ran away, otherwise they would have sent me to the orphanage.
i probably would have gotten a good home to..
but i was young and scared.
i came to this lake and saw these stars.
they became my everything.
they will never disappear.
I will be gone before they are.
they are my everything, all i know.
all i ever will know.

there are ripples in my lake.
i can't see them, but i feel them.
they will pass.
ripples don't last forever, lakes do.
the ripples are to strong.
why are there so many ripples.
perhaps, perhaps
something is coming out of my lake.
i hear a small splash.
something has come from my lake.
what could it be?
i hear hooves clicking on the rock.
not my hooves
whatever it is, it must have hooves.


"Hello" it says to me.
it has a mouth, to speak.
it must have a face.
i wonder if it has eyes,
if it can see me.
"who are you?" it asks me.
i do not say anything to it.
i don't want to know it.
i don't want to like it, then love it.
whatever it is it will leave.
i don't want to hurt when it leaves.
"why are you out here?" it asks me.
i look at it. i wish i could see it.
it must be a pretty thing.
it has a nice voice.
" can you hear me?" it asks
i nod to it.
to the possibly pretty thing.
maybe it wont leave?
no.. everything leaves.
everything but my lake and my stars.
and for all i know the stars might be gone.
but i will imagine i still see them.
that im sure they still are there.

" can you see me?" it asks
it asks a lot of questions, this thing.
i shake my head.
i don't know if i can speak anymore.
i don't know if i want to find out.
" if your blind, why are you out here alone?" it asks.
im not sure how to answer this thing.
i suppose i must speak
" im not alone.
i have my lake and probably my stars."
i say to it.
amazingly, i can still speak.
"how long have you been out here?
you dont seem well."
it sounds concerned.
i dont want to concern it.
" since i was young" i tell it.
i wonder what its name is?
" are you okay here?
because i can help you leave if you want."
it offers.. an escape?
a way out of this madness?
to know more than just what is here?
" yes, let me leave.
i want to be free, just like you."
i want to go with it.
"before we go...
i should introduce myself.
i am Daffodil,
and since you cant see me i will describe myself.
i am a deersert like you, i have light orange-yellow fur.
i have big bushy gills on the sides of my head.
i have a long rudder-like tail for swimming.
that all about me, can you tell me your name?"
it, Daffodil IS beautiful, just as i though.
i can see her in my mind.
" i am dipper" i tell her.
" well dipper lets get going!"
she puts her tail against my side.
"just walk with me okay?"
i nod. i am free.
good bye lake, good bye stars.
this time i am the one who is leaving.
it feels good.
to control who leaves and when.
no-one is leaving me.
i am leaving them.
i am powerful, i am strong.
it feels good

~ end

#2
City Life

I click my hooves together as i wait for Daffodil. I want to go for a walk, but i can't go out in the city by myself. it wasn't like the country where i was free to roam and explore. it is dangerous in the city if you couldn't see where you where going. i trot around the loft impatiently, i hate this city. me and Daffodil moved here a while ago. she said it was so she could get a better job. i'm not sure what exactly she does, but i had never been in a city so i agreed. turns out cities are awful. they are loud, smell bad, and i can't do anything on my own. i feel like im being treated like a fawn. i hear the click open" im home!" Daffodil calls. i trot over, "how was work?" i ask. she shakes her head " oh you know, work". i sometimes wonder if she is ever going to tell me what that means.. " is it better?" i ask. "what do you mean?" she says as she drops onto the couch. " you said we moved here so you could get a better job" i explained " is it better?" she winces as if i reminded her of something unpleasant. " i haven't gotten .. uumm .. well." she mumbles. i flick my ears back " are you going to say you moved here because there was a chance of a better job, and you haven't got one yet?" i ask, harsher than i needed to. " yeah" she mumbles. " so we moved to this awful place over a chance?" i snap. " yes, a lot of deers do, there is nothing wrong with taking a risk" she says. i am so angry. doesn't she now how much i hate it here? " it wonderful here" she says " and we couldn't stay in the country forever". i glared at her " it's not wonderful here! and why couldn't we stay where we where?" i snap again. i am getting to upset. but it feels like she just does not notice how i feel. " the country is not a place where we can move forward" she says, ignoring my comment about the city " no-deer can have a future just getting by in the county". she is so calm about this. it makes me more angry. " i want to do something great. i couldn't have done it there." i glare at her with my sightless eyes. "well if you wanted to be great you should have left me behind!" my words seemed to finally be getting to her. " what do you mean by that?" she asks sounding more agitated. why are we fighting? this city is so tense it just puts us on edge. i take a deep breath and say calmly " i dont like it here. i would rather have stayed in the country. i dont understand why we moved and im upset and frustrated." she is surprised by my sudden change from anger to calmness. " dipper.. we couldn't stay in the country because.. because it wasn't good for you. to more forward you have to see and experience new things, ever though it can be hard sometimes." i understand now. daffodil just wants to help me. " i love you Daffodil" i say. " i love you to Dipper"



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A better look at her necklace


Her leg warmer

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Woah s/he's gorgeous!
Congrats to whoever has the privilege of owning this darling deer!

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username:
Manakete

name:
Celestria

name origin:
"Celestria is a character in Dragon Quest IX. She is a goddess and the daughter of the Almighty One -
Zenus, she is also the creator of the Celestrians. She transformed herself into the Great Yggdrasil Tree
until it was proven that mortals still have good in their hearts."
Text from: x

gender:
Female

sexuality:
Demisexual // demiromantic

personality:
Celestria is a kind deerssert, though untrusting and easily upset. She holds no interest in the aspect of beauty and
only seeks to mend her broken heart. She wants someone to help her, but cannot trust anyone enough to let them in.
She has very bad separation anxiety. If she trusts someone, she gets clingy and needy, and if they leave unannounced,
she experiences something similar to an anxiety attack. This is another reason she is very untrusting.
Celestria is also very noble because of her status as a Protector. She'll help someone in need no matter the cost. Some see it as a flaw, others see it as a strength.
Thus she roams the galaxy, lamenting among the comets and stars.

accessories:
A silver cuff on each leg,
A bulky navy scarf,
A silver ear chain,
A vial filled with bright blue liquid secured by a thin rope, around the neck and under the scarf,
A blue, white, and silver bow (similar design to this) + quiver of similarly colored arrows on her back.

music:
Id~Sorrow - Fire Emblem Awakening
Reminiscence: Ninian's Theme - Fire Emblem OST
Don't Speak Her Name! - Fire Emblem Awakening
Frozen Sleep - Malukah
★You have power... like mine - Fire Emblem Awakening★
Fear Not This Night - Guild Wars 2 Cover by Lara, Taylor, and Malukah
I'm sorry for all the Fire Emblem, but the music is so perf

story:
I wasn't always this way, you know... a deerssert, I mean. It's a lovely body, but I'd like to return to my old one. That
can never happen, however. Not after what... He did...
I was once a celestial body. A constellation, as we are called by those who do not know us. I was Columba, the Dove.
My stars were linked by a bond deeper than any others I have known. It was more than what they call love, it was...
unity.
And so we lived there, up in the spatial sky. We were suspended in one place, our individual places in the universe,
but it was a wonderful life. We all shared stories -- that is, the other constellations and I -- and friendship and... life
was just so peaceful. However, there is always a calm before the storm.
He came to us one day. He called himself... Kweizar. He was brilliantly colored and disc-shaped. He was more beautiful
than any galaxy or spatial cloud that I had ever seen. Of course, I was still young at that point... but I had seen much
in that short million years. I was struck with lust when I first met him... and then that lust developed into affection,
and my affection into love. However, I could not trail him as he moved so gracefully about, I could only watch with
desire.
Pavo, the Peacock, warned me. She said Kweizar was nothing but trouble. I didn't listen to her. I should have, but I
did not.
One day, he came to me. His discs looked especially attractive in the warm glow of my stars. I smiled to him and
inquired about his business with me. He told me that he loved me, that he always had, but it was only recently that
he had realized it.
I felt both scared and intrigued. I accepted his love. His allure drew me in. At least I thought that was what it was.
The Dove is known for being pure and harmless... and I regret to say, I was both of those. I was foolish as well.
Kweizar's allure was in fact, his vast maw. His name told me what he was as I felt myself being drawn in. A quasar.
Kweizar the quasar. He was not in love with me. Instead, he hungered.
I cried out to Pavo as my stars dimmed in the obsidian abyss that was the maw of a quasar. Kweizar was not only
swallowing me, but drawing my life energy from my stars. Luckily, Pavo came to my aid, but not in the way I was
expecting.
The Peacock symbolizes resurrection, immortality, and renewal. Pavo showed how true that was to all of us that fateful
day.
Her softly glowing stars flashed bright white, the rays all pointing at my main star, named Alpha Columbae. Kweizar's
laughter echoed through space as he consumed me. I could feel Pavo's warm presence penetrating the cold blanket
that was creeping over me.
Pavo said she could not let me keep my celestial form, that she was not strong enough. She said, however, that she
could give me a new form, so that I could roam the galaxy as a Protector of it. I agreed.
She crafted this new form for me, the one that I am in now. My name is no longer Columba, but Celestria. I chose it
because it sounds strong and alluring. The strength is to remind me of my newfound cause and the allure is to remind
me of why I lost my celestial body.
My legs now carry me swiftly across the universe. My ears are sharp and attuned to pricking the dead silence of the
universe to listen. However, my eyes... they see nothing. Pavo crafted this form without eyes, for my sight is what had
caused me to become so intoxicated by Kweizar.
I don't need to see, though. Not anymore. I can feel. I feel what is around me. My skin is different than that of other
beings. Temperature and emotion alike are sensed by it. Together, my ears and my skin can map out the area of the
universe around me. It's sort of like seeing. But less dangerous. That's just the way the game is played.
I now roam the galaxy, Protecting it from harm. I trust no one and often find myself lamenting. It was my own fault that I
was struck by misfortune. To prevent it from happening again, I had to detach myself. I travel alone, a single speck in
the grand tapestry that is our universe.

poem:

Columba's Rebirth
An English/Shakespearean sonnet

Columba, the dove constellation, glows,
Her radiance projected across space.
Her emotions no mortal truly knows,
For Columba has felt quasar's embrace.

Her form anew brings protection to all,
By arrow and obsidian wings both.
Never will she ignore a helpless call.
For Celestria has sworn a deep oath.

That plight she faced has strengthened her resolve.
No longer can you call her a weakling.
Around the unprotected she revolves,
Ready to swoop down and help on the wing.

But with her birth came another thing's death;
Columba, the dove constellation ceased.
Columba and Celestria switched breath,
And so the sky lies dark by her release.

Celestria, proof of changing your fate.
Columba, proof that stars always abate.

art:

Celestria: Marker and pencil
Newborn Protector: Marker and pen
The Formation of Celestria (The Death of Columba): Marker and pencil

Sorry the story was so rushed ;v; I tried to make it short so it didn't eat up a ton of the page and I kept adding things on as I wrote that weren't originally planned. Good luck to everyone~