[Bovidae]

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.

oh my goodness it's halloween season already. skeletons dance in the distance
i figured i'd do something a little fancier than my extremely last minute design last year, so here she is! she's a strawberry cake zombie thing. i don't know why but i couldn't get the idea of pastel gothiness, rotting flesh, and sprinkles out of my head so this happened. she is very pink, i know.
ONTO YOUR TASK. i want you to tell me how she ended up as a strangely delicious strawberry-flavored zombie. you can write, you can draw, i don't even care, i just want you to tell me the story. quality over quantity, as always, and don't feel pressured to pretty up your form if you don't have time. while i value aesthetics as much as the next person, i'm mostly going to be looking at your story since this is a content-based contest. here's a form skeleton! you can add anything else you may desire, but you need to at least have this stuff here:

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i wish you the best of luck! to clarify, this ends the night of the day after halloween. just because i'm going to be busy handing out candy and such on halloween day and all.
OWNED BY SYRA

[Novi]

Deer's name: Octavia.
Gender: Female.
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WIP ; D ;

[Rivkah]

deer's name: Fresa Muerte
name meaning: "strawberry death" in Spanish
gender: born male, turned into a sugary sweet strawberry female.
species: zombified deerssert.
diet: don't worry! this zombie only eats strawberry treats.
your mind is safe, unless it happens to be made of the fruit.









brief personality: While once a rather antisocial and grumpy male, Fresa's sugary infection turned her into a cheerful, sweet, and charismatic young lady. Despite her oozing appearance she is quite approachable, though others are right in being weary of her monstrous first impression. While often a bubbly, sociable young flower, she is also very punk and enjoys the fact that she seems to have a more rough-and-tumble alter ego, a sort of Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde set up within her mind. The "Jekyll" side enjoys tea, frilly dresses, and lots and lots of strawberries. The "Hyde" counterpart enjoys similar things, except it's more geared toward pastel goth, heavy rock n' roll, and being as mischievous as she can, pulling pranks and teasing strangers, especially around Halloween time. She'll dress in handsewn costumes - or just go as herself - and jump out to scare you. Beware of her ruthless affinity for running a-muck!




appearance before transformation: Fresa, who used to be Freddy, was once a pale orange creme deerssert, with an orange coat and cream, and a dark brown mane. Her skeleton was not patterned across her body and her mouth was once intact. Her entire form warped into what it is now when the transformation happened. This change is positive, since even as a boy she adored pink.





story: Fresa was attending a Halloween party the night of her transformation, on All Hallow's Eve. Stories like to spell out disaster using this scene, but the party and its inhabitants were in no way responsible for the turning point, and thus we will not be following that cliche. Freddy, as was mentioned as her former name, had been dragged along by some friends, and left not more than half an hour after because he was not the type for gratuitous celebration and silly costumes.

So, he went home, sulking and annoyed, because he didn't see the point of these parties and decorations, since the origin of the holiday was creepy and ritualistic, and the only fun part was when you were a kid and you got a lot of free sweets. He got to his house, but by this time, Halloween had gotten to him and he didn't feel like sitting around and doing nothing. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to stay outside and watch all the party-goers and trick-or-treaters, he grabbed a bowl of candy and sat in his yard, occasionally eating from his own stash or acquiescing to puppy eyes from costumed children.



Freddy had never liked parties or children or holidays much, but the cool night was somewhat soothing. He heard a young child's voice behind him, "Mister? Can you spare some candy?" but when he turned to look, no one was there. When he turned back, a little deer was in front of him, holding a half-full bag. His face appeared distorted and it looked like he had bones in his hair and on his face. So Freddy laughed nervously, "That's a great costume, kid, really believable." The child frowned, not liking the compliment, and his face fell slightly as he held out the bowl for him. The child eyed him for a second before biting the hand holding the candy bowl hard, his partially visible teeth sinking into his hand. "Ouch! Hey, you little brat, that wasn't very ni-" He turned around, the fallen candy bowl at his feet, but the child was gone. When he turned back, he jumped, two candy eyeballs staring at him ominously from atop the mountain of dropped candy. He felt his throat go dry, and then he glanced at his hand, lit by the streetlights and the porch light of his house, only to freeze. Where the child had bitten him, a plague of pink was starting to spread across his skin like an invading species, having a life of its own. His cream started to drip, the orange turning a sugary pink, and hunger bubbled inside of him as he turned and ran back to the house, candy forgotten, to find what had happened to him.



What he found upon looking into his bathroom mirror was that his entire body was morphing - her hair grew, turning a shimmering blonde, like yellow candy floss. Her face oozed slightly, teeth visible like the child's had been. The orange on her cream was replaced with an unblinking candy eyeball, and her coat was bright pink. Pocky antlers were sprouting from her temples, and she gave a moan of disbelief. How was this possible, and what had he done to deserve this? Who had that child been? She gave a little whine of anguish when the transformation completed, the hunger in her growing.


Before she could stop herself, she was raiding the kitchen for anything that she could find that was strawberry.



likes :: strawberry anything, sugar, candy eyeballs, candy bones, candy floss, ice cream, children, Halloween, The Nightmare Before Christmas, pastel, dresses and punk clothing, jewelry, pink.

dislikes :: people who don't like Halloween, rude people, being isolated, boredom, Christmas [her punk side].




halloween traditions ::
sweet side: pass out candy to young children and dress up.
sour side: play pranks on unsuspecting deer.
both: pig out on candy and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas.

concept pixel art of Fresa

[epimetheus]

omG RESERVE AAA

[cacticollie]

Gender: Female
Song : Bittersweet Tragedy - Melanie Martinez
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[Hobbit Geek]

Reserve T.T

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Dropping out, as much as I love her I decided she wasn't the one for me ^^'

[Kenjaku]

Bovi pls...

Deer's name: Anaïs
Gender: Genderqueer [very feminine, perfers she/her pronouns]
Brief personality: wipp
Story: WIP [Main idea: eats a sweet in the Deerssert's home land, it ends up being a parasite parading as a sweet]

Things to do:
-Decide on personality
-Decide on name pre-infection
-Write up mock articles about this parasite issue
-Write the story

[mango sherbet]

possible reserve? hhhh

[PerfectWorld]

loveeee

[Manakete]

Deer's name: Isabelle
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yasssss