#cervine enrichment

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Sharpie-Sized Baby at Topeka Zoo

With legs about the size of pencils, adult Chevrotains weigh only 10-13 pounds.  Males have small curved tusks.  This species is sometimes called the Mouse Deer, though they are not true deer.

These ungulates are native to Indonesia, Thailand, the Philippines, and Malaysia, where they dwell in forests and feed on fruit and berries.  Threats from overhunting and deforestation have caused this species to decline in the wild.

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Dug up a poem about a character of mine from last year. I like it a lot, so I'm posting it here. Most of it is under the cut.

Albrecht Aurelian, five hundred years on,

Forgot the peal of the drums of war,

Forgot proud Verneau, for which he fought,

Forgot the faces of those which he knew

When he was Albrecht.

For five hundred years on, the wretched beast

Which bore his mask, the imitation

Though it was made of his skin, his bone

His flesh necrotic, which hung

From rib and spine betrayed

Carried no mind of the man,

And Albrecht Aurelian

He nothing was.

For, in birth, the boy was dead

And lived his life on time ill borrowed.

His poor mother, in desperate need

Made a plea, to a great God.

A God which she presumed Seelie,

(Yet in his hands worked subtle tricks)

6 darting eyes set in stony face

And body shrouded by mighty cloak

Sat upon the floor in his temple

Lamenting his pitiful status

Among the pantheon of the Eldritch.

Prayed to by only this small village

He deserved, he said, much more in life

Mighty Eldritch power crackled

From his voice upon his speech:

“Dame, with boy, rent asunder

Before his time, I full agree.

You visit me in need, I trust,

And I have for you a fair wager.”

He squinted full, with all 6 eyes,

And pressed a finger to the child

“If you trust me, and I know you ought to

I will give him life - life beyond life.

The only catch, I tell you in clearness

For I am no confidence trickster

Is that when I give him life

That life will ne’er be taken again.

I promise you, dame, come what may

Albrecht Aurelian will never die.”

With that speech, she lent the child

To the hands of her great patron.

Blessed with life and beset by light

Albrecht was bright, and opened his poor eyes,

Deep brown eyes in warm brown skin.

Health glowed forth from his small form

And his mother, full of joy, held her child.

All was bright in gold

At the true birth of Albrecht Aurelian.

His life was a gift

To Verneau, proud noble country

And rightfully so, Verneau did decorate

The genius knight that was Aurelian

His deeds were known as was his form

Equal both in their magnificence

Hyacinthine locks that fell around 

Golden armour full resplendent

Framed his face - a face

Oft imitated in golden maquette

And commemorated in statue form

Wise in prose and wise in art

Albrecht was perfect full and true

And upon his breast sat a tilting shield.

Quartered in blazon related thus:

First quarter, of Verneau, his proud noble land:

Argent a chevron azure 3 Rose gules

Second, Aurelian, his family name

Sable a lion Or wing-ed Argent

The third, of his army, the Truespun Defenders

Sable a chief Or a Rook Azure.

These three were familiar to all Verneau,

And only the fourth drew any confusion

For the last quarter upon

His besagew shield

Was that of his patron which gave to him life

Gules a bend Or 

No more, for he held but a simple crest.

He, as his mother, thought his God Seelie,

Considered himself most bless-ed by the fae

For hundreds of years as they passed and enriched him

Glorious hero of noble Verneau

So when his chest broadened and with it his shoulders

He thought only that his blessings had increased

And when he grew stronger and taller and cervine

In antleric protrusion and unguligrade leg

He chalked it all down to the fae’s intervention 

And thought full naive that he became fae

For faeries’ hind legs mirrored those of his

Though not quite as spindly or in such disrepair.

Aurelian found himself forc-ed

To don a death mask

To hide the cruel marks that donned his poor face

Opulent in gold

His ribs cracked their cage

As glorious wings sprouted forth

From his wide back

And fearful he set up to the temple

Of his dear God, his patron of life

Again his voice cracked with sinister power

And spoke he thus:

“Albrecht Aurelian, whom I have so blessed

See now how your body is that of mine?

Your legs as the deer’s and your back split by wing

How stunning you are in all your splendour

My son, to whom I have shown life to in full.

There are yet some changes that have not set upon you

And I anticipate them in another hundred years

For now, sweet Albrecht, whose death mask covers my gifts

Of sight beyond sight beyond sight

Four eyes more (as I do hold)

Hide not yourself nor your newfound power

And continue to fight for Verneau.

Grow stronger still

I am proud of you rightly and love you full well

My creature whom I pulled from Death’s cruel grip”

Years passed still and the face full of beauty

Rotted beneath the golden imitation

His skull bent its shape - cervine and ugly

And his mind spoke to him in cruel trickery

Spoke to him and changed his eyes

And made the world into his foe

And in his head, his brain did rot

His body strong and well-opposed 

To any being that dared cross his path

Now unpunctuated by any speech

The bright light with which he descended

Now extinguished, beset by red

And when the husk was emptied

Of Verneau’s great hero

Eldritch fingers pried open his poor mind

And slipped in

For as the vessel Albrecht grew strong 

His patron grew still weak

And the new body, cultivated full

Would become his new form

Albrecht Aurelian, five hundred years on

Forgot the peal of the drums of war

Forgot himself and forgot his mind

For no longer was it his.

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[CLOSED Adopt] Celestial Cervine        

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Marsh Deer (Blastocerus Dichotomus)

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The Deer in the Valley - by Dan Donarumma

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Forest Spirit

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Morning - by Wojciech Sobiesiak

Fallow-Deer Among Late Autumn Colours

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Red Deer Stag Crossing Mirror Lake - by Max Ellis

A Perfectly Still Autumn Dawn

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Frozen Stag Under Broiling Firmament - by Max Ellis

Sun Rising Behind a Chilly Stag

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Dawn On Its Golden Wings - by Max Ellis

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Marsh Deer

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Golden Wings in the Frost - by Max Ellis

Cloaked in Gold in a Sea of Frost - by Max Ellis

The Rising Sun Burning Through the Freezing Fog Warms the Back of a Red Deer Stag

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Golden Shot - by Max Ellis

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Cernunnos Rises - by Max Ellis

Mist, Fog, Frost. What More Could You Want?

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The Schomburgk's Deer - Lost Paradise - by Sara Lutra

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Golden Morning - by Alannah-Hawker

Wild Deer - A Stunning Stag in the Ferns as the Sun Began to Rise