Aspen Kei (The Wanderer)
Description-
Aspen is an unusual deer for a... brief explanation; however despite her odd look she has a bright personality for anyone who cares to get to know her, and fortunately, she has joined a fabulous group of friends just as sweet as her!
-She has a twisted leg. This is actually her left leg
-She has heterochromia which means she has one blue eye, and one green! Her right eye is her blue, and her left eye is the green one
-The heart marking is only on one side of her face
- Her accent is strange to most of the world, and her voice is very soft
-She has heterochromia which means she has one blue eye, and one green! Her right eye is her blue, and her left eye is the green one
-The heart marking is only on one side of her face
- Her accent is strange to most of the world, and her voice is very soft
Personality-
Aspen is a fiery and spunky personality, a social butterfly the loves hanging around others. Despite her obvious flaws, she's a leader that strives to inspire.
Whenever she has the chance, she leaps into adventure, guiding her herself and other into daring heists and wild chases, searching for a deeper wisdom and truth, and pushing boundaries one could never imagine for one like her.
At least, that's what she'd like to be.
Instead, Aspen in a rather introverted and quirky friend, who holds bigger dreams for herself and others. Aspen is the kind of person that you can't tie down, she has to keep moving, as if she's searching for something but doesn't know what.
Aspen is rather shy, despite constantly having to interact with others when she's wandering. She dislikes having to approach others, and when she can, sends a friend to ask for her.
Just because she's shy doesn't mean she dislikes others though! Aspen loves helping where she can, more often than not that's simply just trying to make them smile in the way she knows best- and that's her stories.
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Aspen is isolated though, more so because of her choosing rather than something that's out of her control. She is a kind and understanding person, but when some try to get close she pushes them away by leaving, though it does hurt. Eventually she grew so use to leaving that she doesn't try to greet others anymore, afraid of looking foolish.
Another trait of Aspen is that she's ridiculously stubborn. When she thinks something is right, she'll push you to do it.
Despite all her good and bad traits, Aspen is a loyal friend, trying to do her best.
Whenever she has the chance, she leaps into adventure, guiding her herself and other into daring heists and wild chases, searching for a deeper wisdom and truth, and pushing boundaries one could never imagine for one like her.
At least, that's what she'd like to be.
Instead, Aspen in a rather introverted and quirky friend, who holds bigger dreams for herself and others. Aspen is the kind of person that you can't tie down, she has to keep moving, as if she's searching for something but doesn't know what.
Aspen is rather shy, despite constantly having to interact with others when she's wandering. She dislikes having to approach others, and when she can, sends a friend to ask for her.
Just because she's shy doesn't mean she dislikes others though! Aspen loves helping where she can, more often than not that's simply just trying to make them smile in the way she knows best- and that's her stories.
--
Aspen is isolated though, more so because of her choosing rather than something that's out of her control. She is a kind and understanding person, but when some try to get close she pushes them away by leaving, though it does hurt. Eventually she grew so use to leaving that she doesn't try to greet others anymore, afraid of looking foolish.
Another trait of Aspen is that she's ridiculously stubborn. When she thinks something is right, she'll push you to do it.
Despite all her good and bad traits, Aspen is a loyal friend, trying to do her best.
History-
"You did wonderful." The stag bowed his head, resting it gently on the new mother's flank. She gave a tired laugh and nudged him affectionately.
"Meet them, say hello.." She murmured in a singsong voice, twisting slightly so he could see the new members of his herd.
"Ah." He bends down, churring with delight. "The boy has your rowan pelt. And a girl, dappled with dark and light." His eyes were a mixture of pride and protectiveness as he began describing them to the mother. The mother who was blind, and would never see her them with her own eyes. Yet she would never worry about being left behind. Not even as winter came and they grew long and lean with hunger gnawing at their stomachs.
But then he tensed, and the mother grew anxious.
Something must be wrong.
"There's a.. gray one. Another female but it's leg is twisted." The mother could hear how his words twisted with anger. She had little time to contemplate what he had said- gray?- before the stag picked the little one up, who promptly began crying- twisting and turning to return to the warm and safe comfort of her mother's side.
"What are you doing?" She asked hesitantly. "Put her down."
"It." A single word, filled with a coldness that made her tense with both fury and anger.
"She. Your daughter." The mother raised her voice, refusing to let him ignore her, even as he stood up to carry her away. "Aspen."
The father flinched when she said that. It had been the tree the pair had meant under, a beautiful memory he didn't want to be tainted by a child so clearly wrong. It better suited the dappled girl than the strange colored thing he held.
"We cannot feed another who cannot defend herself. What will the others think?"
"Another." The mother snorted. "I do just fine, and she can too, with time. Are you that insecure about what the others will say? You must pay them no heed."
"I am the leader of this herd, I must pay them heed!" His voice rises with his frustration. He knew his mate was not one to follow orders, but to straight up defy him. She was a summer bird who couldn't be tamed. Beautiful and fleeting. "I won't stand your insolence. I understand you must be tired and unable to think clearly but-"
"That's enough! She is as much our daughter as this pair."
"If you insist on keeping this thing, you'll have to leave." He said the words before realizing the consequences. It was too little too late by then, the mother had already made up her mind.
"Meet them, say hello.." She murmured in a singsong voice, twisting slightly so he could see the new members of his herd.
"Ah." He bends down, churring with delight. "The boy has your rowan pelt. And a girl, dappled with dark and light." His eyes were a mixture of pride and protectiveness as he began describing them to the mother. The mother who was blind, and would never see her them with her own eyes. Yet she would never worry about being left behind. Not even as winter came and they grew long and lean with hunger gnawing at their stomachs.
But then he tensed, and the mother grew anxious.
Something must be wrong.
"There's a.. gray one. Another female but it's leg is twisted." The mother could hear how his words twisted with anger. She had little time to contemplate what he had said- gray?- before the stag picked the little one up, who promptly began crying- twisting and turning to return to the warm and safe comfort of her mother's side.
"What are you doing?" She asked hesitantly. "Put her down."
"It." A single word, filled with a coldness that made her tense with both fury and anger.
"She. Your daughter." The mother raised her voice, refusing to let him ignore her, even as he stood up to carry her away. "Aspen."
The father flinched when she said that. It had been the tree the pair had meant under, a beautiful memory he didn't want to be tainted by a child so clearly wrong. It better suited the dappled girl than the strange colored thing he held.
"We cannot feed another who cannot defend herself. What will the others think?"
"Another." The mother snorted. "I do just fine, and she can too, with time. Are you that insecure about what the others will say? You must pay them no heed."
"I am the leader of this herd, I must pay them heed!" His voice rises with his frustration. He knew his mate was not one to follow orders, but to straight up defy him. She was a summer bird who couldn't be tamed. Beautiful and fleeting. "I won't stand your insolence. I understand you must be tired and unable to think clearly but-"
"That's enough! She is as much our daughter as this pair."
"If you insist on keeping this thing, you'll have to leave." He said the words before realizing the consequences. It was too little too late by then, the mother had already made up her mind.
Unusual Beginnings-
"Mama, why do we always have to travel?" I asked, limping fast to keep up with her long strides.
She stopped, and bent down, giving me a loving nudge forward.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Listen now. We're following the sky. Something big is going to happen soon. Can't you feel it, see it?"
Flying Out-
"What do you mean, I have to go?" I asked, my voice tight with worry.
Everyday members of our herd had been drifting away, or falling ill, but still Leader pushed us, saying it was just above the horizon. When someone had fallen down, he rushed over right away, and helped them up. But sometimes, he told me, he has this nagging feeling in his heart. If someone can't continue on, they have to stay behind.
We had already lost half our herd.
"It's not because you're weak, or too small," Mother murmured, looking as frightened as I felt, "Leader says you have a different destiny, maybe even more than most of us combined." She coughed, sitting down, looking as feeble as she had in months.
"He's just saying that to get me to leave." As much as Leader felt like a brother to me, perhaps the greatest friend I had ever had, I had trouble trusting him since he had made us leave our home. He had looked troubled of course, and everyday when members of our herd slipped away he looked more and more ragged, like it was dragging down on him, and as much as I wanted to reach out and help him, he told me he had to focus, and that someday in the future he might see me again.
"You know that's not true." My mother turned her head to me, though her voice was firm.
"But I'm not." I whispered, feeling suddenly very afraid of what lay ahead. The elders told odd stories about what lay beyond the forest, and even though Leader had taught me every constellation he knew of, starry maps in the skies, I didn't want to leave the only place I had been welcome in.
"What do you mean, I have to go?" I asked, my voice tight with worry.
Everyday members of our herd had been drifting away, or falling ill, but still Leader pushed us, saying it was just above the horizon. When someone had fallen down, he rushed over right away, and helped them up. But sometimes, he told me, he has this nagging feeling in his heart. If someone can't continue on, they have to stay behind.
We had already lost half our herd.
"It's not because you're weak, or too small," Mother murmured, looking as frightened as I felt, "Leader says you have a different destiny, maybe even more than most of us combined." She coughed, sitting down, looking as feeble as she had in months.
"He's just saying that to get me to leave." As much as Leader felt like a brother to me, perhaps the greatest friend I had ever had, I had trouble trusting him since he had made us leave our home. He had looked troubled of course, and everyday when members of our herd slipped away he looked more and more ragged, like it was dragging down on him, and as much as I wanted to reach out and help him, he told me he had to focus, and that someday in the future he might see me again.
"You know that's not true." My mother turned her head to me, though her voice was firm.
"But I'm not." I whispered, feeling suddenly very afraid of what lay ahead. The elders told odd stories about what lay beyond the forest, and even though Leader had taught me every constellation he knew of, starry maps in the skies, I didn't want to leave the only place I had been welcome in.