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defeaten
Legacy Name: defeaten
The
Nightmare AntlephoreOwner:
Age: 15 years, 3 months, 3 weeks
Born: February 10th, 2011
Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 10th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Humans
Deer
A deer is the night. A deer is silent and fearful, but gentle unless provoked. The deer, like most wild animals, is as afraid of humans as humans are afraid of them. Depending upon the person or the deer in question, it could be anywhere from outright paranoia to a calm acceptance or even ignorance of the other species. The deer is silent, quick to startle and pause. Loud noises are not welcome in the night. The night is gentle, and lulls you into reticence, a gentle sort of state where you and the night just sit there and stare back at each other for awhile. You don’t want to move, because then the night would be gone, bounding away faster than you would have thought possible for something that appeared so still. A deer provoked will charge, just as with the night; if you start with bad thoughts you will end with bad dreams. Calm thoughts will get you farther than violent ones.
The deer, with a tanned hide of brown covered in white spots, is a common creature. You see him everywhere, his antlers of bone and cold steely black eyes. In the night his clever hide appears black and shadowy, moving as if formed out of wisps of the night itself. He is a lonely beast, often seen by himself or very rarely with a few others. He sits, he stares, he moves through the streets where his home was once prominently vegetation and hills instead of concrete and fences, a mere reminder of the once obtrusive landscape. Just as life for the deer has changed, so it has for the night as well. The night is now just as controlled as the deer, forced to live in the only places left for it. Light pollution is an enemy of the darkness of the night, just as the urbanization of the land is an enemy of the population of the deer. Left to their own devices, the deer and the night would have continued in their cycle of gentle silence and pacifism.
Alas, this is not so for the deer, nor his close friend, the night.
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Stumbling and bumbling humans, eyes can't see for shit in the night, oh look a deer, what have we here, an antler in my stomach, pain, pain, pain...
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"Looks like the guy was stabbed." A voice said.
"Well, yeah, I can see that much... but by what?" A second voice asked.
"That's a good question." Sarcasm.
"I mean it! If I didn't know better I'd say it was a sword!"
"People don't use swords."
"Thanks, I hadn't realized." More sarcasm.
"It could've been some sort of steel pipe," The second voice offered.
"Sharp pipe." The voice observed. After that, they both fell silent in thought, observing the body.
"Do you think it was-" The first voice offered quickly, almost fearfully, when he was interrupted by a softly rustling bush behind them. They both turned and stared as a tall, intimidating deer with strong, sharp antlers, a dark hide, and shining eyes stepped out of the foliage some thirty feet back behind them. It's antlers were colored a faint reddish brown around the middle and ends, but bone white in other places. All three were silent as they observed the other for reactions. No one moved for a long time, until finally the deer turned to the left and disappeared again, the leaves rustling only faintly, and only while the deer was in sight. The two stood, awed, silent.
After a moment the second man turned to the first and asked, "What were you saying?" His voice was quieter than it had been before.
"Nothing, man." The first man said quietly.
"You don't think it was-"The second man asked, hushed.
"Naw, man. 'Course not." The first guy butt in quickly, raising his voice again.
"Yeah, of course not." The second man agreed quietly.
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The deer have begun to strike back; for their homes, for their lives, and for the good of all the forest. Their intentions are far better than their means, but they will take drastic measures to ensure revenge upon those who have hunted them and their homes for ages; the humans.
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Not all of us are yet corrupted, my young deer. Many have grown angry and cold as the winter and the steel around them. I hope you will understand, little ones, just what they are trying to accomplish, without turning so black as they have become. The ways of evil are many and varied, my does. You can accomplish just as much, if not more, through the ways of good.
They have been hurt far too many times. While, I too, have been hurt far beyond their suffering, I do not wish for more pain. I wish for an understanding; a peace among all. They wish for the revenge which is the one of the ways of evil, little ones. You, my deers, are a last hope, I feel. You must seek for the goodness in humans. It may seem hard sometimes, and I must warn you that not all humans wish to help, but there are those that do. You must find them, before too much damage has been dealt.
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I stalked them in the night. The night, my only solace, my only time for revenge, when unthinking humans would dare to wander the streets I roam, sometimes even drunk or worse. They are usually in small groups, but I prey mostly on those who stick to themselves.
Deer
A deer is the night. A deer is silent and fearful, but gentle unless provoked. The deer, like most wild animals, is as afraid of humans as humans are afraid of them. Depending upon the person or the deer in question, it could be anywhere from outright paranoia to a calm acceptance or even ignorance of the other species. The deer is silent, quick to startle and pause. Loud noises are not welcome in the night. The night is gentle, and lulls you into reticence, a gentle sort of state where you and the night just sit there and stare back at each other for awhile. You don’t want to move, because then the night would be gone, bounding away faster than you would have thought possible for something that appeared so still. A deer provoked will charge, just as with the night; if you start with bad thoughts you will end with bad dreams. Calm thoughts will get you farther than violent ones.
The deer, with a tanned hide of brown covered in white spots, is a common creature. You see him everywhere, his antlers of bone and cold steely black eyes. In the night his clever hide appears black and shadowy, moving as if formed out of wisps of the night itself. He is a lonely beast, often seen by himself or very rarely with a few others. He sits, he stares, he moves through the streets where his home was once prominently vegetation and hills instead of concrete and fences, a mere reminder of the once obtrusive landscape. Just as life for the deer has changed, so it has for the night as well. The night is now just as controlled as the deer, forced to live in the only places left for it. Light pollution is an enemy of the darkness of the night, just as the urbanization of the land is an enemy of the population of the deer. Left to their own devices, the deer and the night would have continued in their cycle of gentle silence and pacifism.
Alas, this is not so for the deer, nor his close friend, the night.
---------------------------
Stumbling and bumbling humans, eyes can't see for shit in the night, oh look a deer, what have we here, an antler in my stomach, pain, pain, pain...
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"Looks like the guy was stabbed." A voice said.
"Well, yeah, I can see that much... but by what?" A second voice asked.
"That's a good question." Sarcasm.
"I mean it! If I didn't know better I'd say it was a sword!"
"People don't use swords."
"Thanks, I hadn't realized." More sarcasm.
"It could've been some sort of steel pipe," The second voice offered.
"Sharp pipe." The voice observed. After that, they both fell silent in thought, observing the body.
"Do you think it was-" The first voice offered quickly, almost fearfully, when he was interrupted by a softly rustling bush behind them. They both turned and stared as a tall, intimidating deer with strong, sharp antlers, a dark hide, and shining eyes stepped out of the foliage some thirty feet back behind them. It's antlers were colored a faint reddish brown around the middle and ends, but bone white in other places. All three were silent as they observed the other for reactions. No one moved for a long time, until finally the deer turned to the left and disappeared again, the leaves rustling only faintly, and only while the deer was in sight. The two stood, awed, silent.
After a moment the second man turned to the first and asked, "What were you saying?" His voice was quieter than it had been before.
"Nothing, man." The first man said quietly.
"You don't think it was-"The second man asked, hushed.
"Naw, man. 'Course not." The first guy butt in quickly, raising his voice again.
"Yeah, of course not." The second man agreed quietly.
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The deer have begun to strike back; for their homes, for their lives, and for the good of all the forest. Their intentions are far better than their means, but they will take drastic measures to ensure revenge upon those who have hunted them and their homes for ages; the humans.
---------------------------
Not all of us are yet corrupted, my young deer. Many have grown angry and cold as the winter and the steel around them. I hope you will understand, little ones, just what they are trying to accomplish, without turning so black as they have become. The ways of evil are many and varied, my does. You can accomplish just as much, if not more, through the ways of good.
They have been hurt far too many times. While, I too, have been hurt far beyond their suffering, I do not wish for more pain. I wish for an understanding; a peace among all. They wish for the revenge which is the one of the ways of evil, little ones. You, my deers, are a last hope, I feel. You must seek for the goodness in humans. It may seem hard sometimes, and I must warn you that not all humans wish to help, but there are those that do. You must find them, before too much damage has been dealt.
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I stalked them in the night. The night, my only solace, my only time for revenge, when unthinking humans would dare to wander the streets I roam, sometimes even drunk or worse. They are usually in small groups, but I prey mostly on those who stick to themselves.