[ophanimera]

Deerssert are a mystical, mythological species that appear in history every so often. Sightings grew sparser and sparser through the years, but now they've started to appear more and more. Here at the HQ, a centre dedicated to keeping these creatures from being hunted, we cannot foster them all-- and that's where you come in!

The simplest way to explain them? Deersserts are deer with a twist! While the specifics vary from deer to deer, they all have a few things in common. Deersserts have muscle, skin, fur and bone, but they are described as tasting like sweets. Their scent lingers so much that hides carry a fragrant scent even after death. Instead of fluffy tails, they have a pouf of whipped cream or ice cream [depending on the deer!] with some manner of fruit on top.

Size-wise, they're about the size of a border collie, but have been known to grow to the size of a horse in rare cirucmstances. [In even rarer circumstances, they have gotten bigger. This is the largest deerssert known.] Likewise, they are born as small as a full-grown rabbit, and some never progress past this size.

I was going for a pink/raspberry sort of aesthetic + semi-simple design for this deer.
Hopefully their hair looks ok xnx I really need to draw more hair y'all

For this competition, I'd like you to describe this Deerssert's most distinct memory.
Is it a fond memory? A bad memory? Some random memory that is forever ingrained in their mind?
Explain in 500 words or less! No extras please, although you can pretty up.
(Please do not make the font smaller than 85 or make the color of your font light-colored, if you do decorate your form.)

This contest will remain open until there are at least two complete forms.

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username;
Deerssert name;
memory in 500 words or less;

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

username; Weeping_Angel }Y{
Deerssert name; Angel

Angel groans as he rolls over in bed. He didn't want to go to school. Everyone always teased him for having a 'girly' name, or just thought he was a girl in general. It always bothered him.

His parents? They loved his name and thought it was perfect for him. He had always thought they had been expecting, hoping for, a girl. They assured him otherwise but when they wouldn't let him cut his curls or help him come up with a boyish nickname, he knew.

He sighs. The alarm clock was still beeping.... He taps the button with his hoof and clambers out of bed.

Today was his first day of second grade, and he hated it. Still, his parents would certainly find him if he didn't go or he ran away.

He sighs, dragging his hooves, and gets ready for the day.

-----

Angel keeps his eyes lowered and head slightly bowed as he moves with his class to their new classroom. He had sheepishly raised his hoof during role call, and the teasing had started instantly. Even now the others were bumping into him, almost knocking him over. He wished he were home....

He is quick to find a seat in the back of the classroom, away from almost everyone. This doesnt stop the banter among his classmates even as the teacher calls for silence. His cheeks were bright red. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

It wasn't his choice to be named Angel, but it haunted him his whole life.

[Sunniedew]

oooh mark!

[min genius]

mark! I love this gal

[1Bela]

Name: Cerise (cherry in french)
Gender: Female
Memory: wip

[ophanimera]

This competition is extended until there are at least two complete forms for this Deerssert.

[hamlet.]

username; ms. marvel
Deerssert name; tanisa - "nisa"
memory in 500 words or less;
-master con artist, runs a crime organizations disguised as a casino
-she's sharper than she lets on, and enjoys using the 'distressed damsel' front to manipulate others to do her bidding
-unrelated, but she knows a good number of card tricks
-she's also fluent in multiple languages and well versed in martial arts and weaponry

-life was going pretty well. she's on top of an empire she built for herself, ridiculously wealthy, and has thus far avoided any misfortunes or pitfalls.
-that is, until a close friend betrayed her and brought it all crumbling down.
-she lost her kingdom in a day; her casino was burnt to the ground, her closest confidants disappeared, and the police received a damning, anonymous tip to her whereabouts.
-she's suddenly alone and on the run from her enemies and the authorities
-that's okay, though
-she's nothing if but capable
-she's resilient
-she's patient
-she'll be back to reclaim what is rightfully hers.
-and the traitor? they better watch their backs.

[ophanimera]

username; Weeping_Angel }Y{
Deerssert name; Angel

Angel groans as he rolls over in bed. He didn't want to go to school. Everyone always teased him for having a 'girly' name, or just thought he was a girl in general. It always bothered him.

His parents? They loved his name and thought it was perfect for him. He had always thought they had been expecting, hoping for, a girl. They assured him otherwise but when they wouldn't let him cut his curls or help him come up with a boyish nickname, he knew.

He sighs. The alarm clock was still beeping.... He taps the button with his hoof and clambers out of bed.

Today was his first day of second grade, and he hated it. Still, his parents would certainly find him if he didn't go or he ran away.

He sighs, dragging his hooves, and gets ready for the day.

-----

Angel keeps his eyes lowered and head slightly bowed as he moves with his class to their new classroom. He had sheepishly raised his hoof during role call, and the teasing had started instantly. Even now the others were bumping into him, almost knocking him over. He wished he were home....

He is quick to find a seat in the back of the classroom, away from almost everyone. This doesnt stop the banter among his classmates even as the teacher calls for silence. His cheeks were bright red. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

It wasn't his choice to be named Angel, but it haunted him his whole life.

Choosing a winner since it has been too long.
My apologies.