Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: 44
Name [of pet]:Ossian {Anglicized form of Irish Gaelic Oisín, meaning "little deer."}
Gender [of pet]:Male ♂
Breed/Species [of pet]:Deer {Red Deer x Muntjac Deer Mix/Hybrid}
Personality [of pet]:Ossian has a very interesting personality. For the most part he is rather happy and pleasant to be around. He is pretty easily pleased by the simple pleasures of things around him, and he uses his scarf as if it were a security blanket. He is very fun and enjoys frolicking. When he first meets someone he is very timid and shy, and he still hasn't quite adapted to the idea of humans. He likes to make friends, and in his spare time, knitting is a comfort. {Yeah, he's a deer. And yeah, he can knit. I'm not kidding. O_o} When he is all wound up or worried, he does something comforting to take his mind off of things. He's a tad bit scared of the dark, and he'd never work up the courage to try to cross a street, especially at night. Coloring pictures and doing normal little kid things is rather fun, and he's anything but your normal or average deer. He has an outstanding personality, and he'll always be the different one.
Background/History [of pet]:WIP. I plan to just do several little stories about events in his life. ouo; If I get him, I will likely often write more little stories about him and his cute little adventures, as well a much more solid history and such. ^^
Ossian Meets HenryOssian paced around the shore of the lake, kicking pebbles and mumbling softly to himself. It was only the day after his father's tragic and unwanted death.
Generally, Ossian and his father would be swimming in the lake now, odd as it seems, having a splash fight with a cool, refreshing water. Or maybe perhaps they would be sitting on the shore, his father telling one of his old famous stories that Ossian loved to hear. Or even yet, maybe they would bit walking around, finding shells that were suitable looking.
As all of these were running through Ossian's head, another pushed its own way in. Even though Ossian didn't want that thought there, he couldn't stop it from coming. Things would be so different now that his father was gone.
Ossian didn't like thinking this thought, because it made his father's death even more real. And now he was all alone, literally with no one. He hadn't any mother around, nor any nanny to take care of him or keep watch of him. It was just him, such a young deer, on his own. And the saddest thing was, he couldn't do anything to help it.
He loved his father so much, and it was just something that could not easily be believed that he was... dead. Ossian wouldn't see him again, and it all seemed so unreal. Like a dream, more of a nightmare. A tear ran down Ossian's cheek no matter how brave he tried to be, and eventually it ran down his fur, landing in his scarf and drying up.
He had knitted the scarf just yesterday, his first knitting creation. He had used some yarn that he had gotten from a store that was open, the clerk not in sight, and twigs for the needles. It had been fun to sharpen the "needles" and sing softly as he wove them around in the yarn, making a masterpiece.
He loved that silly old scarf, and he knew that he couldn't bring himself to take it off. It was just like a security blanket. So very comforting. He just loved it, and he had a feeling that he would just get even more attached to it.
For the first time, Ossian focused his eyes, and instead of staring off into to space, actually looked at the ground. He stared at a smooth looking stone, grey, and then bent down a bit lower than he already was to the ground and picked it up.
He looked it over, noting how smooth it was. He'd never seen a rock like this before. Definitely the most unique pebble that he'd ever spotted. It had a few brown speckles on it, and some of them seemed to form a face.
He smiled as he looked down and thought this funny thought. He had found a smooth rock by the lake that had brown speckles and a face on it. He chuckled softly to himself as walked over to the grass, brushing the sand and wetness off of it. He tucked it away into his scarf for later.
Quietly he walked further on, and then took a swiveling turn back to the woods. The ground was covered with soft pine needles and a few pine cones, and he walked on it slowly, until he appeared out of the mouth of the other side of the woods. Aha. Just what he was looking for. He spotted a few plants that looked simply delicious, and he tore away at them with his mouth. He chewed the food and swallowed, deep in thought. His head filled with memories of great moments with his father. His biggest role model.
Oh how did he miss him! And how much hate was he filled with for that man that ran him over! Stupid humans! His eyes turned red, and hating every second of it, he cried for th hundredth time. This was terrible.
He pulled the rock out of his scarf, finally remembering it. Stuttering, he gently began to speak to it. Softly at first. "H- Hello," he said as if he were talking to a squirrel or some other small creature rather than a stone. He turned it over and looked at its "face." He smiled wider, even though there was still a tear running down his cheek.
"I'm gonna name you Henry," he said with more pride and joy that he'd had in the past day. "Hi, Henry."
Mum Comes to VisitIt had been three days since Ossian's father had died. Life was lonely, and he hadn't anyone to talk to but himself, and of course, Henry, the little rock he had found at the lake shore just yesterday. He knitted as he spoke of the tales that his father used to tell him in a hushed tone. It was comforting to talk, even if no one was listening.
He still wasn't very accustomed to living alone, and perhaps that was why Henry seemed so real to him. He didn't notice that the little guy never talked, and hadn't the ears to hear. He was so used to sitting with his dad, telling and hearing his stories, going around and playing tag and hide and go seek, and all around being goofy and frolicking, having the time of his life.
But not anymore. His father was gone. Gone forever, and Ossian was sure he wouldn't ever see him again. Continuing to tell Henry the tale of the old sailor, his favorite story that his dad ever told, the last one that he ever told, Ossian expected to be alone. His whispers carried though, and a small and beautiful little deer approached him.
"H- Hello?" he asked. He didn't often see other deers. Except for his dad of course, but that was no more. He had buried his father on the shore of the lake, covering the ground around with beautiful shells. But there was something about this deer that seemed... familiar. Something that seemed the same. He looked at his own markings, and then at hers. They looked so much alike!
"Ossian," said the deer. "It's me," she said. "I am your mother."
Ossian looked at the deer. He could see it now, but it wasn't possible. Ossian's mother had left as soon as he was able to live off of her milk. How could she be her? How could he trust her?
"Ossian," she said, stepping in. "Sweet, sweet, Ossian," she stepped in, cuddling up to him, a tear running down her cheek. "Oh how I missed you," she said. Ossian allowed his own tears to run down his face, dampening the fur on his cheeks. "Mum?" he asked. The word sounded strange on his tongue, on his lips. "I miss Dad," he said, crying harder. He sniffed loudly and noted that she smelled of flowers.
"Me, too," she said, stepping away once again. "I'm sure you wonder why I left you..." she said, sounding drowsy and tired all of a sudden.
He looked up at her with wide eyes, still red from his tears. "You're right," he said. "I do."
"All right," she said. "Sit down."
Ossian did as he was told as she began to let the words stream from her mouth.
"It was never really a choice that I wanted to make," she began. "But the night that you were born was both the most wonderful and still the worst night of my life. Me, being a small Muntjac deer, and your father, being a large Red deer... it just wasn't meant to be. My father didn't approve, and he was all that I had left. It hurt to go against him, but love was love, and I adored your father too much to not be with him. Then you, a very handsome young deer, you were born, and I was forced to leave and hide, hide in shame and from my father. Of course," she said, stopping for a moment. "He found out, and eventually we settled it, but leaving you behind, I was too scared to come back. Like maybe you wouldn't want me in your life any longer. But now your father is gone," she said, the tears pouring down her cheeks again, quite hard, "And I felt like I had to come."
Ossian stared at her in awe. Could all of that sad, sad story be true? Maybe his life was much more complicated than he had thought. "I forgive you," he said, making a mental note that that was an amazing tragedy story needing to be re-told. "Because that's what Dad would have done," he concluded. The hugged, making the moment last forever. His scarf blew in the wind as he stepped back and his mother gave him a weak smile. "Well maybe," she said. "We should do something a bit more fun than share sob stories," she said.
"I agree," Ossian replied, giving her a smile back the best that he could.
Ossian's mother took off, finding her own way around Ossian's home. It was very quaint and pleasant here. She located the field of flowers and looked around in wonder. "They're - beautiful," she breathed, awestruck. And it was true. They were absolutely magnificent.
"Thanks," said Ossian. "I like them, too," he said, padding over to a wild daisy and bending over to smell its sweet fragrance. He picked a small purple violet that was nearby, handing it to his mom. "Here, put this in your ear," he said. The rapid movement of his arm and paw caused Henry to fall out of his scarf. "Oh!" he said, surprised. "How did I forget?" he exclaimed. "This is Henry," he said, introducing the stone to his mother.
"It's nice to meet you, Henry," said his mother, playing along.
"I think Henry likes you," said Ossian. "And I do, too."
Ossian Gets SkunkedOssian trotted along the road, scarf on his neck, Henry tucked away inside it. "Henry?" he said, looking up at the clouds. "I think I want to make a new friend today!" he exclaimed as if it were the best idea he'd ever had. "What do you say to that?" he asked, squinting at the small, smooth stone. "Let's go wash up first," he said. "Don't want them to think we're stinky."
He walked over to the lake slowly, poking the water with his leg, sending ripples out. "Brrr..." he said. "It sure is cold in there," he pointed out. "Maybe we shouldn't go in," he said, trying to come up with excuses. "After all.... umm... well.. I've got nothing," he said, jumping in. He was very careful to make sure that Henry was secured in the scarf. He wasn't going to revisit losing him again. Last time was enough of a tragedy! He was so lucky that he found him!
He swam around a bit, not getting much more wet than his legs. It wasn't quite usual to see a deer swimming around in a lake, talking to himself. He climbed out and walked along the shore, trying to dry off as he looked for little lake shells. He loved finding those.
"Oh looks at this one, Henry," he said, seeing a beautiful white shell, not at all broken, with a little bit of a purple tint to it. "Think I'll keep this one," he said, talking to no one in particular. He tucked it away in his scarf, near Henry. "You keep that safe, okay?" he asked. "You're in charge." He poked at the little rock that he was talking to and chuckled. "Henry, I don't know what I'd do without you," he said, walking off.
At this point he was nearly dry, but the sun still wasn't enough heat. He began to shake in the cold, and immediately he wished that his scarf was five times bigger. "Brrr..." he murmured. He was shaking very hard.
Alas he reached a bush, spotting a small creature nearby. It kind of reminded him of a squirrel, or maybe a cat, but it was certainly an animal that he'd never seen before. It was black, and it had a big white stripe, right in the middle of its back and tail. What could it be?
"Hullo," he said politely. "I'm Ossian," he said, still slightly shaking. "What's your name?"
The creature looked up at him with beady black eyes.
"Henry!" Ossian yelled. "Say hello! Where are your manners?" he exclaimed, fuming at the small rock. The animal was staring at him oddly now, but still it wouldn't talk.
"Umm..." said Ossian, not sure how else to start a conversation. "This is Henry," he said, showing him off to the thing. "Oh!" he said. He had an idea. Maybe this would make it talk to him?
He reached into his scarf, pulling out the shell from earlier. "Good job, Henry," he praised, holding the pretty shell in his paw. "Here," he said, throwing the shell at the creature. "You can have it," he said. "It's special."
The shell bounced a few times and then stopped, still a few feet away from the unknown species. When Ossian saw that the creature didn't run up to fetch it, he decided to be nice and get it for him. But when he did, the thing hissed at him.
"Relax!" he said. "I'm just getting it for you." He squinted his eyes at the animal and stepped in a little closer. Maybe too close. The creature hissed louder. "Dude," he said. "Stop it!" He went in and just as he bent down lower to pick it up, the skunk sprayed him.
Ossian, his scarf, and Henry were covered in terrible fumes! "Ewwww...!" screamed Ossian, running around frantically. "Get it off!" he said. Seeing that Henry was a darker shade than normal due to being wet he said, "What? He sprayed you, too?" He walked over to the water, jumping in for the second time that day. "Get it off!" he yelled. "Get. it. off."
Use [for pet]:Why would I like this pet?I really adore the style of drawing cadycatt used and the hard work that she put into it. I think that he makes an absolutely amazing character, and his color and designs are very unique. I would like him to come join my little family of characters and I would love to roleplay with him. I could honestly go on for the longest time about how absolutely perfect he and his design are. I can really see into him and make a good story and character out of him. I think of him as more than just a drawing, but also a very meaningful little guy that I'd be absolutely honored to welcome into my family of characters.
Other:Random FactsOssian is a year and a half old. His mother was a beautiful little Muntjac deer, and his father was a strong Red deer. His father was killed by a car in the middle of the night, trying to cross the street. He doesn't know where his mum lives, but she's come to visit before so that he knows that she is alive and well. He has a little pet rock named Henry. He's a smooth stone and he is grey with a few brown specks on him. Ossian cannot go anywhere without his scarf or Henry.
SettingsOssian lives in a rather descent-sized state park. There is a small forest there with several large pine trees and a few old oaks, and of course, lots of ivy growing around. His den is near the pile of rocks in the very middle of it all, right next to the oldest oak tree in the forest. On the left side of his forest is a small lake. It has creamy tan sand on the very shore of it, and he loves to wash up and drink from the lake. It has several small shells, most white with colored tints on them, and a few fish swim in the lake. It's mostly inhabited by ruffe, pumpkin seed, rock bass, yellow perch, and walleye fish. There are tadpoles in the spring, and occassionally he'll see a frog or toad resting along the edges of the lake, at times a turtle sunbathing on the log that provides a bridge over the lake. There are a few smooth stones at the edges of the lake, carried there by erosion. On the right side of his forest is his flower field. It has several wild daises, queen anne's lace, and dandelions, as well as a few violets and exotic pink, orange, and yellow flowers. During the summer, black-eyed susans bloom.
It often mists and sprinkles at his forest, and sometimes there is the occassional thunder and lightning storm. The sky is most often a beautiful light blue, and the waters of the lake are clear most of the time, but quite murky after a rain.
LikesOssian adores knitting, but only as a comfort thing. He taught himself to knit when he made his scarf, the one he always wears, after his father dies. It's the only thing that can give him comfort, or an aid when he's worried.
He loves meeting other animals and making friends. He's very social, though he is sometimes discarded because he is different.
Rainbows, other than his scarf and mother, are most definitely his favorite things in the world. He always looks forward to a spring rain, because he expects a rainbow afterwards. He loves to see the beautiful shining colors of the spectrum, and he loves the promise that each rainbow brings.
Flowers. He likes the sweet floral scent and the appearance of each and every unique flower. He lives near a flourishing flower field, and they are a constant reminder of his beautiful mum.
He adores crayons. They're good for everything, especially coloring pictures, and they're just plain attractive. After rainbows and flowers, it's definitely crayons.
He also loves his little pet rock, Henry. He's very adorable and like a best friend, brother, and pet to him, all wrapped up in one. He's always there to listen to him, and he never complains. He doesn't go places without his scarf... or Henry.
He likes soft, quiet, and sweet music. Things that don't give him headaches, but rather make him want to skip around happily. The melody and word-less tune helps to calm him down when he's anxious or cheer him up when he's blue.
He thinks butterflies are fascinating, and he likes to memorize and study their wing patterns and colors. They are such sweet and harmless little bugs, and he likes to see them in caterpillar form, too.
He loves to eat vegetables and grass, no sorts of meat or bugs. Being an herbivore and a vegetarian is a huge part of his life, and in his opinion, very yummy! ^^
DislikesHe hates streets and cars. After they took his father's life, they were definitely made his worst enemies. The fuels of cars just dirties up the air, and their loud noises disturb his beauty sleep. They are not natural, and they are loud and clonky. It's so likely for a deer to be hit. And streets. They cause people to cut down forests, and their sticky tar when they're being made is definitely not good stuff.
He doesn't at all like humans. Especially men. Sometimes he sees a baby or a child and things that perhaps they'd be fun to play with, but especially after his father tragically passed away, he's never felt comfortable around humans.
He doesn't like thunderstorms, lightning, or tornadoes. A light rain or mist is fine, especially when it comes with a rainbow and helps his flowers bloom and grow, but thunder and lightning and large swirling funnels are not very appealing to him and scare to living days out of him.
Skunks, unlike in Bambi, are not his friend. He's been sprayed before when meerly trying to play with a young skunk, and he definitely does not want it to happen again. That's the last time he tries to make friends with a skunk!
He absolutely cannot stand loud, heavy music. It hurts his head, sending pulsing pains through his whole body, and it really disturbs him. At times he is a big scared by it.
He detests and despises weeds that dare present themselves in his lovely flower bed. He will gladly dispose of them as they try to take the life of the beautiful reminders of his mum.
He can't stand meat-eaters. It's very unnatural to eat an animal, especially if you just hunted or caught it. He'll gladly stick to his herbivore ways any day.
He really dislikes bugs, especially the noisy kinds and the kinds that try to eat his plants. They are very ugly and all-around nasty, and he just doesn't understand why they exist. Eww.
FavoritesFavorite Colors: Red, Blue, and Pink
Favorite Season: Spring
Favorite Holiday: Easter
Favorite Toy/Possession: His scarf
Favorite friend: His pet rock, Henry
Favorite things to do: Knit, Play with Henry, Make friends, Explore, Water and tend to his flowers, Daydream about his mother
Favorite time of day: Midday when it is shiniest, hottest, and brightest
Favorite Bug: Butterfly
Favorite Song Genre: Classical
Keep this here. :'D
by Wesley » Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:11 pm 
