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Deersserts are deer made of ice cream with toppings!
They are obviously icecream,
with hooves made of ice cream cones,
whipped cream tails (don't forget the cherry on top!),
and some have horns and other little toppings added to them.
Deersserts come in a variety of flavors.
The most common being chocolate and vanilla.
Deersserts are about the size of Boarder Collies.

based on my favourite fruit: the rainier cherry!
the scarf is aliiive! it can grab things and wrap itself around the deerssert at own will! [or on command, if the deer has trained it enough!]
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ends on November 30th

[Puffee]

I'm really sorry about this, but I'm dropping out. As much as I really love this guy, I think I was applying more for the scarf. I just don't connect with him. I feel that there is another owner more deserving of him. ^^
However he is absolutely beautiful. <3

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

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Keplyn, reporting for duty!

name:

Kris Strider. Only call him Kris though, he's not a Strider because he wants to be.
The Strider family. A long line of sunglasses wearing, sarcastic, amazing deersserts. Of course, there's the human side of the family too, but... They prefer to not talk about them... After all, how does that even work? A human side of a deerssert family? Let's just say, well, magic.

gender:

Male, far as I know. I think he's pretty gender-fluid, but more often than not identifies as male.

scarf's name:

Andikaelah, in the language where it originated. Kris just calls it Mark. Why Mark? I have absolutely no clue.

about the scarf:

Where did they meet? How the scarf began to follow him? Does Kris 'train' Mark? If so, how well trained is he? What does Mark's original name mean?
Scarf, living? Tell me more, please!
Oh, and this may not be part of your questions, but I've added a few stories of their bonding in this section too, bonus, no charge!
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Kris met Mark a long time ago, when Kris was still a fawn, happy and innocent. I'll tell you how long ago it was, they met before Kris had his shades. Heck of a ancient story, huh- OUCH! Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was a joke!
Sorry about that... Kris doesn't like being called ancient. And Mark doesn't take jokes well... T_T
Anyways, so now that we have established a great distance of time between then and now, let's actually tell the story, shall we? Okay.
Kris was out on an adventure, as he often was. Life wasn't great back at home, so he ran off on his own pretty often. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes considerably longer.
On one of these longer trips that Kris had taken, he was travelling much further. He had run away for good this time, apparently. Cookies, juice, lot's of cherries, some rope (string he had found in his room), a flashlight, and anything else he figured he might have needed.
He shouldn't have bothered.
Not two minutes into the forest, he was unexpectedly relieved of his backpack and all of its contents. And who was the culprit? A quick examination of his surroundings left two choices: Someone hiding in the bushes, or someone running in the forest right now. Apparently the two choices were both ruled out and replaced by an impossibility: The trees. Even more impossible was the actual thief... A scarf. A honest to goodness, moving, living scarf. Light green and white striped, a rather nice looking thing it was. But there was no time to admire the appearance of the thief; Kris had to apprehend it! After all, he was on an adventure, wasn't he? He had to be the hero, get all his stuff back!
With a flying leap, front hooves straight forward, Kris heroically... Fell back onto the ground, front legs right underneath him, back legs stuck up in the air. Jumping back up quickly, Kris glared at the scarf... It had hands, and was going through his bag.
That was not okay.
"Hey!" He called up to it. That seemed to get its attention, so Kris kept talking. "Gimme my stuff back, come on, you little thief! I need that stuff for my adventure..." He trailed off, realizing that the scarf probably didn't even understand him.
But, to his surprise, it did! It set the back down at Kris's feet, and slipped silently into the forest. Slinging the bag back onto his back, Kris set off again, keeping an eye out, in case the scarf came back.
Kris kept hearing noises, but every time he turned to look, there was nothing there...
Until, of course, the scarf wrapped around his neck. He wasn't terribly concerned, but he did wonder, for a brief moment, if the scarf would kill him. It didn't, so instead, Kris began trying to speak to it.
It seemed to understand him when he spoke, but the only noise's it made were swishing noise's, a language Kris didn't exactly understand.
"What's your name?" He asked the scarf casually.
A pause.
Swarsh, swihswish.
"I think I'll call you Mark."
It slapped him gently.
"Hey! I can't understand you, and that's a good enough name..."
It settled down.
And Kris decided to go home. This adventure had lasted too long, besides, he was out of food, and he had a new friend. Home sounded like a good idea...
And so, Kris picked up a living scarf, having no idea what he had gotten himself into...
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Kris never considered what he and Mark do as 'training'. It's more like they are figuring each other out, trying to work together. Lately, they can work well together. Mark has even gotten to the point where if Kris needs something, like a soda, he can get it for him, without any words being exchanged. Very soon, I suspect they'll have some sort of telepathic connection, which will be boosted immensely due to Mark's curse...
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Speaking of which. Mark's a scarf, but can move, and almost communicate as a living creature. Why is that? Well, Mark is a living creature, of sorts, due to an incident, a long time ago...
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A man had a scarf. Very simple scarf, he loved it dearly, but the man who wore his simple scarf was one day called to war. No normal war was seen by this man, though. A war of magic and mage's, sorcery and enchantment, and most of all, of deceit and trickery. Somehow, the man managed to find himself surrounded by many angry magic users. No weapons, no magic, no armor. And only his trusty scarf to remind him of home. All of the enemies summoned a powerful spell, preparing to bring down one more of their opposer's. As the spell was cast, though, something went wrong. The man wasn't dead... The scarf had taken the blow. And it wasn't dead either; on the contrary, it was very much alive... The tassels on either end moved as hands, and lightning sparked from those hands. One by one, each magic user was brought down... Not dead, unconscious, but likely for a long time. The man was amazed. His scarf, that he had owned his entire life, was now alive... He continued to fight that war, now with the scarf battling as well. Their side eventually won that war, and the man returned home. Now that his scarf was a living, possibly breathing, creature, he decided it needed a name. A name of meaning... A name. Andikaelah. The closest translation that could be found was 'living once dead' or something similar, but to that effect. When the man died, his scarf did not. It was not originally living, nor was it ever meant to have life, so it had the life expectancy of a scarf, which can grow very, very old. And so, many, many years later, a young deer was walking through a forest, and I think you know the story from there.
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Okay, okay, we get that the scarf is very, very special. But what about Kris? I think you should know more about him too.
Such as... How did he get those sunglasses? Sure, his whole family wears a pair, but each one get's them in a unique way.
Let's hear Kris's story on this one.
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Well, one day, my folks decided, 'Kris! You should get some sunglasses!'
And they basically kicked me out of the house until I got a pair of sunglasses.
Mark came with me, as he always does, and began to almost drag me somewhere. This was not how he usually acted, so I decided to humor him, and follow along.
So I did that for a while. And realized this wasn't the main road anymore...
And then later it wasn't even a dirt road. It was barely even a trail, running through a forest!
I tried to stop, tried to explain to my buddy, that, whoa. This was far enough, but he didn't listen. After all, I hadn't known him for very long at that point, and hey, he's a scarf. Scarves do what they want.
Anyways, he kept pulling me along, pulling me along, until finally, there was a clearing in the woods. Just that. Just a clearing. I was really confused, so I asked my little scarf buddy, 'Dude. What are we even doing here.'
He ignored me, as he often does, even now, and pulled me into the center of the clearing, and pointed at a very specific spot. I rolled my eyes, and stood on it, again, humoring him. The spot clicked, which was weird, and then a second later, a huge rumbling noise started up.
Freaked out, I stepped back, and good thing too, because the ground was opening up, and, cliche and all, a set of stairs was underneath. 'You want me to go in there? Seriously?' I ask, disbelieving that my scarf had brought me all the way here, apparently for a pair of sunglasses. Mark pulled me a bit toward the stairs, almost making me lose my balance. 'Whoa, whoa! I get it, I get it, I'm going in! Sheesh...' I took a small step forward, then put one hoof on the top stair.
Ever noticed how deer and stairs never seem to mix well?
Well, they don't.
A few bruises, scrapes, and a very large trip later, I reached the bottom. I stood up quickly, and looked around. Not very well lit... But a few torches spaced every now and then.
When I walked by one of them, Mark grabbed it, giving us a portable light source. With a nod of appreciation at my scarf, I continued on my epic journey to find a pair of sunglasses.
There wasn't anything fancy down there. No monster battles, not really many spider webs, not even labyrinthine hallways, but I suppose I was grateful. Even though I would've given anything for a real adventure when I was a kid, right then, I just wanted to get what I had come for, and get out.
After a time, who knows how long, because dark underground tunnel places weren't exactly ideal for keeping time, but anyways, after a long while, we came across a different room. It had a door, which Mark pushed open, and had better light sources.
Don't ask me how; it was brighter. Maybe it was more torches, or brighter torches, but either way, it was definitely better lit than the rest of the tunnels.
In the very center of the room was a pedestal, and on top of it? A pair of sunglasses. 'Huh. Whaddya know? Good job buddy.' I said, walking up to the center.
Mark grabbed the shades quickly, set the torch down, and used both hands to carefully set the glasses on my head, over my eyes.
The world looks different from behind a pair of shades.
Shaking my head, I turned to leave. But Mark pulled at my neck again. I turned to look where he was pointing, and saw a button in the opposite wall from the door I entered in.
I walked over to it, and he pressed it down. Another door opened, but this one led straight outside, no stairs or anything.
Grinning a little bit, I stepped out, and started home, a true Strider I guess.

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Sure, we've heard their past, but we haven't seen or heard terribly much about what Kris and Mark are like now! Let's look a little closer at the present.
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Kris is a sarcastic, back-talking, laid-back, no nonsense kind of deer.
Mark is a sarcastic, trouble-making, smug scarf.
Seeing a pattern here?
Kris mostly stays at home, but he does have a part-time job as a delivery boy for the post office.
You know, on the side, whenever they need things delivered personally, or quickly.
Every time Kris get's that call, he dread's it and delight's it at the same time.
Dread? He hates having to leave his 'busy schedule' to do the weird odd jobs the post office makes him do.
Delight? He always loves the extra cash he can get, and, of course, he secretly loves doing those weird little jobs.
So, he get's the call. Usually he has to deliver a package or something to someone who isn't in range of the mail truck, or that the mail truck is too lazy to drive by. Kris doesn't mind how far it is, usually, because he loves to run, and the places those people live?
Well, let's just say Kris get's quite the exercise.
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I wish I was good at formatting. Finished, I guess... I'd put more color in, but I'm afraid I would ruin it...

[seijuu]

Such a cute design <3
I'm not going to try out, doesn't really click with me, but I hope he/she goes to a good home

[Peachpie1164]

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Res~~~ <333333333333333

[apricotflyer]

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"Yo. I'm Hi-Five.
wip"
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[Offended Cockatiel]

username: Aysan1
name: Kay
gender: Male
scarf's name: Sujin
about the scarf: Sujin is a very "out there" affectionate and confident... scarf. It will grab onto anything and everything that it wants to and has a habit of latching onto it's owners face like glue, in certein situations. It sort of looks up to Kay, even though it rarely listens to what he says, Kay may command him to do many things and yet the scarf does what it wants at it's leisure. Even though this is true, it seams very, very, attached to Kay and is known to get overly protective and 'nippy' if others get in his way. So in some ways the live scarf sees Kay as his master and in others more of a companion of sorts. Either way this scarf seams very close to its propirater and like a very childish, some what egotistical, acts on emotions, sort of garment that fallows no rules.

[Hemalily]

username
Hemalily
name
Sval
gender
Male
personality
Sval is usually rather curious and open to people, except when it comes to his scarf. Sval knows the dangers of caring for a scarf like Skram, but he does it anyway. They have a tight bond, even when Skram causes trouble. Sval is generally a nice guy who has a slightly high opinion of himself. Girls rather confuse him and he tends to stay away from them. He likes company and is generally very amicable and social.
scarf's name
Skrammande
about the scarf
Skram could be considered "protective" even when he is just plain evil. Skram is manipulative, sly and devious and he doesn't try to hide it. He seeks to be ruler and have control over all. He has no respect for anyone, except for Sval. After Sval saved him, Skram has loved him like no other. Some might say that Skram is taking advantage of Sval, but it's truly a partnership. Sval can't really control Skram, more like suggest things. However, when Skram is in full anger mode, Sval is helpless. Skram is both a friend and enemy, a bane to peace and happiness, and a destroyer of the home.
how they met
Little boy fawns all want to be adventurers, and Sval was no different. He was playing hide and go seek with his friends around a large building, abandoned and decrepit, perfect for hiding. Sval was the seeker, creeping around corners and trying to find his friends. Down one passageway and then the next, he went. Until he turned a corner and saw a scarf twined around a coat hook. Who would leave a perfectly good scarf in an old building? Sval thought as he crept closer. The scarf moved suddenly, and Sval fell back with an Eek! There had been no wind and nobody was there move it. After a few minutes, Sval ad inched close enough to the scarf to hear it muttering. "What? Scarf's can't talk" Sval said in a whisper. "OH YES THEY CAN!"shouted the scarf. Frightened beyond reason, Sval ran away. But when he heard a crying noise, he moved back. "Are you alright?" he asked the green and cream scarf. "No, I have been here for many centuries and no one has rescued me" replied the scarf. Feeling proud, Sval lifted the scarf off the coat hook and wiped him around himself. "I'll call you Skram" Sval said to it as he walked out into the sunshine. He didn't any friends now, for he had a talking scarf. It would be in the next few years that he would discover just how much responsibility he brought upon himself by bring the seemingly innocent scarf home.

[Ohdeerieme]

> I need ittttt!
Reserve

[BecNessMonster]

username:BecNessMonster
name:Finny
gender:Male
scarf's name:Jack
about the scarf:When Finny was young he had wandered in to a Witchs hut were a Wondeful scarf (Jack) was made by a Witch. Finn being young didnt know better and touched the scarf who then wraped its self around Finns Neck and hasnt let go since