Picto:



Age: 2 years

Gender: Stag

Appearance: Swan pelt, grand antlers, and barn owl mask

Most commonly found: Wherever his travels take him

Bio: Adding to it as I go XD

Personality: Phantom is a very friendly young stag who always does his best to make other deer feel welcome around him. He will greet strangers with a bow and a sniff, and friends with a nuzzle. He loves to play with the young ones; it isn't uncommon to see him with a following of several fawns. Once he befriends another deer, he will become an incredibly loyal friend and will follow them wherever they go and will help them with whatever they need. He is also incredibly patient and is willing take the time to help another deer get their appearance exactly how they want it. While he is friendly, he can seem distracted at times and cannot lay in the same spot for very long. If he ever falls asleep (a rare occurrence for him, as he rarely sits long enough to sleep), it is usually in a private, secluded area where he feels safe. Phantom is a kind deer, but he is far from submissive. If another deer becomes aggressive towards him, he will fight back and refuse to be driven away. If he finds one of his friends being bullied, he will rush to defend them. There aren't very many things that make Phantom angry, but messing with his friends will definitely set him off.

Best Friends: Netvio

Acquaintances: Shoebox, Sluggs

Feel free to meet Phantom in the forest, he will be very happy to make new friends!

COMPLETE

thank you so much to the deer who helped me! ?

Something resembling an abiogenesis airplane in size circled above the pond. Four long legs carefully stretched to touch the windswept ground in the only space open enough to receive the being's wide wings. Not at all graceful, the being's body lurched forward as he backpedaled to a more-balanced stop. The cob shook his body in mild frustration, the feathers throwing off a little bit of dust. He had been away long enough to collect quite a bit.

The swan-stag's long neck bent to receive a little bit of nourishing water. After a long flight, his body had grown warm enough that receiving the liquid was a real treat. He could feel it cooling his throat as it trickled toward his stomach. A low thrum signified his acute pleasure with the feeling. Hastily, greedily he gulped more of the liquid down. Only when he had developed quite the stomach ache did he decide it was time to stop. He shuddered, burping a bit.

Cygnus folded his wings to his sides, spun 180 degrees, and loped into the first forest. He did not feel like moving slowly, no matter how ungainly his giraffe-like movements were. Likely he would startle a few of the forest's more sensitive or curious folk, but like he wasn't in the mood for moving carefully, he wasn't in the mood to care either.

The beast lowered his head and leaped over a log. His body brushed low-hanging branches above as he scrambled into a thicket. As abruptly as his fast-paced journey had begun, it stopped with the stag throwing himself to the ground in exhaustion.

There, in the thicket, he lay and took in the sounds of the birds overhead and the bugs buzzing around. Again the beast thrummed low in appreciation. His jaw stretched wide in a yawn, revealing a toothless black mouth of hard material. He then chose to stare lazily at the small world he had found himself in.