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Found a fawn along the river, interacted with her a bit, gifted her a new mask and pelt to fit her behaviour. She seemed pretty in dept to the pond.
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" Agh, what now? "
A small blackbird, perched on the male's antler, chirped down at the male with bright eyes among the other five resting red breasted sparrows. Isken slowly shifted, head raising slowly to not bother his small feathered friends, and watched the blackbird fly down from his antler onto the soft soil surface in front of him, squawking and pestering at the red male continuously.
" What do you want? " The male questioned, then realized.
He soon got up, staring down at the ant's nest he had been sitting on, shaking and kicking off the small bugs here and there (with his bird friends flying off of course), and got off the spot to let the bird feed. Well. That sure did occur.
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- Isken - Ken - Isk -
. Red Deer / Unknown Other Heritage .
- Male / Adolescent / Asexual -
. Quiet / Affectionate / Observer / Botanist / Wise / Kind / Agile .
Aug / 29th / Virgo
. . . Loves - Silence, Nature, Birds, Companions, Botany. Hates - Surprises, Loud noises, Destruction, Annoyance, Pestering, Death. Fears - For the destruction of The Forest.
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Current Relationships:
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friendships:
. kotoli/kelpie
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enemies:
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mutuals:
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Large frame for an adolescent, red pelt tinted with white underbelly/behind/face, wears a kabuki mask, antlers always decorated in hyacinths or poppies, usually sits on a moss covered rock in which he likes to claim as his own, when interacting with a new friend/acquaintance usually speaks with a soft voice.
Smells of maple leaves and a indescribable mixture of berries + foliage.