#antlered deity

[pyrocicle]

{ @antlered-deity child thread con’t }

Tiny. Tinysmolbabby. Dove stared down, eyes wide. Her general opinion of children was that they were loud and annoying, but this kid was just. Precious. She crouched down to be closer to his eye level, not sure how young he actually was.

“hiya, kiddo. whatcha doin’ out here all by your lonesome?”

[pyrocicle]

{ @antlered-deity, con’t from [here] }

Rusa frowned, instantly recognising the voice as that of the mortal he had met not too long ago. Curious, he quickly drifted to the other and took her face between his hands. What was wrong, was she okay? He was concerned for one of his favourite mortals. She had come back! He was so glad she came back!

“Hey lil Dove, what happened?”

She’s so angry it’s rolling off of her in waves. The only thing that saves Rusa from a faceful of angry screech is his hands on her face. Dove swallowed her next scream, biting it hard and instead letting out a tiny, high-pitched noise that put a teakettle to shame. She looks ready to be ill.

“He’s-- he’s--” She choked on her words and finally just held up a letter. It’s crumpled and torn on the sides, covered in chickenscratch. “He’s killing her.” The handwriting is familiar, it looks like some he’s seen in the book but... wobbly-er. It seems the local priest has convinced the writer’s husband to take the writer’s medicine, claiming faith would heal her.

[pyrocicle]

{ @antlered-deity } "yer a shit liar, deer." Dove untied her shawl from around her waist and held her arms out. If the god approached, she'd wrap him up in it and tuck her head against him, snuggling him close. "ya don't gotta tell me what's up, but... y'ain't alone, okay? I'm here, for you, I've gotcha. s'okay to not be okay"

[pyrocicle]

{ @antlered-deity }

Dove had been planning this for a week or so. Rusa always seemed so sad when she left, and she had a couple of days off in a row this week. She’d packed everything she could think of and cheerfully headed for the forest.

“Ruuuusaaaa!”

Today her bag was much larger than usual, and stuffed completely full.

[kotovinblue]

@antlered-deity

How long had it been, since he’d come to this forest? Months? Years? It was so hard to keep track of time. He didn’t often even try, the lest vestiges of hope that his lover would awaken dying more with each day.

But here he was nonetheless, lollipop in his mouth as he wandered into the sacred forest, meandering his way towards the shrine.

Maybe this time.

“Maybe” was all he was living for, after all.

[pyrocicle]

“Doooove~! Hey there pretty bird” The small god wraps his arms around his human, nuzzling into her. It would seem he looked a lot flashier than normal. Lots more gold and jewels adorned his antlers, which also were a lot larger and sharper than normal. And he seemed to be emitting a scent akin to fresh cut grass and honey.

“Rusaaaa~” She snuggled around her god happily, tilting her head. “you’re blingy todaaaay?” Smells didn’t usually hit her but this... She squinted. “what’s up, my deer?”

[pyrocicle]

{ @antlered-deity for the mortal au } Once upon a time, long before Rusa had been born, legend said the Sun had been golden. But as far as living memory extended, the once-hellish death orb had been silver and gentle. Some folks whispered that she - somehow there was little doubt the Sun was a she - was one of the first gods created after the world-shakers, the daughter of the sky and a mortal. Whatever the case, it seemed like every time he stepped outside today he was illuminated by a sunbeam. She had been watching from afar for some time. He was a beautiful mortal, and she still had a weakness for beauty that she couldn't seem to shake. And so the little goddess finally approached, humming softly as she examined the flowers. A close look would say they turned towards her, like all plants turned towards the sun, but that was just silly, right? Long silver hair and eyes that were just a few shades bluer marked her out far more than her comfortable green dress and grey shawl. A poor imitation of robes, but it would serve to disguise her nature for now.

[pyrocicle]

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{ 9 of swords, 2 of wands, 2 of cups - the power of worry and regret, hesitating over a decision, deep emotional connection or attraction || EY FAM REMEMBER THAT FEELSY SOULMATE AU I YELLED ABOUT ON DISCORD THAT ONE TIME? }

She’d found the statue almost a month ago, now. The forest was ancient, the shrine inside it almost as old... but somehow, the lovely statue inside was untouched by the ages. Sure, vines had grown across it, but the stone was still smooth and perfect. She’d found herself drawn here every day since she’d first found it, and today... today, something was different. She could almost swear the strange statue’s antlers looked less like stone and more like... an antler?

“what in the world..?” One tiny hand reached out, touching it hesitantly.