Meet Zorro, A gloaty but brave deer. Zorro will be seen swimming in the pond or sitting by the pond looking at young does such as Lora and Aurora pass by, once he sees a doe he likes he goes after her faster then a shark can kill a human. He likes Aurora the most, but for some reason shes always busy. Zorro hopes to see her every day, even if shes always busy. All though he likes does he hates fawns he hates everything about them, how much attention they need, how cute they are, EVERYTHING! Just the thought of fawns wants to make him barf, he gets stronger each day just by killing a fawn, as long as the does don't know he hates fawns the does are more attached to him then a tree attached to the ground! He doesn't care how many fawns there are in the world does are better then killing a fawn, he loves how danger comes into the forest because that way he can get rid of the danger and the does flock to him. Zorro doesn't want a life time relation ship because he think does might be beautiful but all that lovey dovey stuff isn't worth that! One more time I will say Zorro Hates Fawns like Adam who is by the name happy he has his antlers, another gloaty deer and the deer happens to be a FAWN! This spells troubble... and as for Lilly hes not interested in her at all! But Lilly doesn't know that.
Gender: Male
Eyes: Dark Brown
Main Fur: Light Brown
Underside Fur: White
Other Traits: None
Appearance: Handsome and brave
Age: Adult
Mate:
Weight: Average Stag
Height: Average Stag
Thats most of Zorro's info, ask quetions and there will be answers.

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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.





My eyes... They are unfocused. The world, blurry and soft... At first I am afraid that my vision has worsened to this extent, but no, soon it clears and the world is visible enough. That gave me quite a scare, first thing in the morning!
...And hum, I am quite tired, though I just woke. I think... I do think I was having a strange dream. Was it a dream?... I cannot be quite sure. But there was a fawn, a poor little fawn, all alone.
Hum. That seems to be all I can remember. Pity that dreams are always like that.
It seems there are no familiar scents about... The forest is quiet...
And I seem to be a little out of it today. Hum.





I wander around, a little aimlessly, finally ending up at the pond. Deep blue water... So clean and clear... Ah, but this forest is blessed, surely, to have such beautiful water available. Why, I remember in my fawnhood, during the floods... There was little clean water, I think.





I keep a little fawn warm for a while, keeping it close to my side. Poor little thing, sleeping out here in the open. Surely he should be with his mother in a comfortable den.
Hum... I still seem tired. Perhaps it would be best for me to simply go back to sleep... Later my friends may appear. Hum. Good-night.





...Ahh, now I feel much better.
Hum! I scent my friend Lemon! Why, but I woke at a good time, I did. I dash towards her scent, mingling with some other deer's. There, there she is!

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It was the second day of his new life. The tree's were still in full bloom, though a gentle breeze from the east warned him that autumn would soon be here. By instinct he knew what that slightly chilled wind meant, though he didn't know for certain what would come of it. Large gray green eyes peered about the forest, taking in everything as he sat still upon the column base of a now deceased pillar. The Ruins. It was his favorite place. All though he'd been aware of his life for two days, he had already discovered places and things that he enjoyed. Despite the rather dark and dank appearance of the old structure, Kayl found himself utterly drawn to it. At times, it seemed as though the Ruins called to him, beckoned him into it's depths as a way of comfort. As if to say, "It's alright little one, come and rest here." He did not understand it himself, yet he did not care. He was alone, and the Ruins was a welcome retreat to his lost little soul.

Today he had come there because of a strange occurrence. On the first day of his awareness, he had met a few older deer here and there. Scattered and few in number. Feeling at ease, he had fallen asleep by a large old tree near a pond. The image had been perfect. Frogs croaked in chorus with little crickets, the water lapped gently and lovingly against the shore like a lullaby, and a few night birds perched their enchanting song right above his head. He had slept peacefully, no worry in the world.

Adam, a young stag (still pracetly a fawn) with very small antlers still "trading in" his spots for them. He is very happy that he has his antlers but not every body else, now that he has his antlers he thinks hes an adult but hes not... he wants to be an adult because of stag-hood, he will be stronger and smarter (he wishes.) Adam is not the gloaty type hes just... happy. Lora, the beautiful doe isn't like him at all, shes smart, older, peaceful, a female, motherly, and calm, you would find Adam running, jumping, or walking with a proud look on his face. Adam is young and doesn't know better, hes younger then anyone in the forest at this time, hyper, a male, happy ALL the time, and jumpy. All though you should feel sad for him, no matter how old he is he will always live in the shadow of his father who looks down on him in a disappointed way... nothing exiting has come upon his life since the day Adam's dad said "There is something that will surprise you in your life, be good my son..." then he took off... running... without a word... and never returned. Adam, still to this day wonders if his dad will ever come back, when his dad said "something that will surprise you" he always hoped it was... True Love. He has been keeping an eye on Lora who he thinks about her in a way he says "With out Lora here there is no daylight" Lora thinks its just cute "Ah young love," but Adam knows he wont find love until his dad says "I love you son" which is more bizarre then flying pigs! Adam fears Zorro which he should, when you see Zorro, fawns... RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!! D= Anyway, about Lilly, Adam actually wants her to be his new mother, he thinks having a fawn will make Lilly more social with others, good idea. But still, the hope of Lora letting him into the family is low even if Aurora doesn't mind him he doesn't like her and likes to talk to Lora only, if one isn't happy no ones happy.
fur design: spotted
age: fawn with antlers
appearance: hyper and young
Mate: (To Young)

Hi guys ;n;
Today is my cousins birthday and I have to go and spend the night at her house, so no TEF till tomorrow ;n;
Kun will miss you Siern >A< <3
and he says thanks for getting his mask back ouo
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~Haley <3

I don't know who to ask for the skull mask coding, so if anyone would be kind enough to send it to me I'd really appreciate it! I can offer my soul fanart of your deer if you'd like

And I've been unable to figure out the spell data setting. I just need help with it.
I have no clue where to start =/
If anyone has Windows 2007 Vista I'd really appreciate it if you could give me a step by step walkthrough for the spelldata and how to run it as an administrator


THANK YOU! <3

( This story takes place over the last days from when she got attacked. She's pretty down, so please if you don't like 'emoness' I would avert your gaze. )

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...What time was it? I had forgotten. Asleep- yes.. I'd been sleeping. Where...? Where was I? It was too blurry to see. A internal fog hazed my vision. Red.. Blurry red. What was this? The smell of something foul. Slowly I raised my head, and right from the moment it moved I knew it was a mistake. Vertigo. Everything whirled around me and I was forced to drop my head harshly to the ground. My eyes squinted as the sickness went away. Light. Light was filtering through my mask.. but how? I looked. Cracks. How had I gotten those.. Why was I sick? That odor filled the air. I had smelt it once before.. it was the same smell that had flooded my nostrils when I first took my breath into the world. A metallic smell. I looked through the small eye sockets of my mask. A rock lay near by, or was it a rock? I couldn't tell, it was still hazy. I slowly lowered my head down on it, causing my mask to lift away from my mouth. My lips parted as I went to lick a spot on my chest- a spot that was hurting. Right as soon as I did, a taste.. a taste oh so familiar. A metallic taste.. This was blood. As my mask slowly slid back over my head I looked lost. Eyes empty as I lay stranded and alone. I was bleeding. I was cold.

..Was I dead?

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The only difference between his two sets is that his pelt changes to the gray pelt, and his personality. (I'm not sure what the technical name of this pelt is)
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In the light of recent events, I'm going to lay down a final ruling on Artemis:


1) She already has two bi-polar-ish moods, and this will now be made clearer by wearing the skull when violent, and free face (and hair down with a bit of imagination!) when not violent (and therefore all depressed-like)

2) She will only be free of the cage when someone frees her by repeatedly pawing at a cage bar. And I really mean repeatedly; I want it to be absolutely clear if that is your intention. If you free her when she's mad,skulled, aggressive, she will attack you, the person who freed her, and only you. If anyone else willingly joins in a fight, then you are also putting yourself forward, but the person who freed her is still the prime target. If you free her when she's sane, non-masked, depressed, she will run away, and probably wander around following groups of deer from a distance, watching but not interfering. At this point, she is safe to approach, but there's no guarantee she won't just run away from you.

3) Feel free to tease and poke her with sticks if she's caged.

All clear? All fair? I hope so.