#whitetail deer kin

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

fashion for : a jackalope in an androgynous gothic ouji/trad-goth style with velvet and lace pieces

shirt | gloves | ears + horns | vest pants | jacket | boots | brooch

[nightshade-the-therian]

Intro!

Hello, I'm Shade, I'm very new to being a therian, so be nice to me

My pronouns are any but She/Her!

~Theriotypes~

-Red Foxkin

-Artic Foxkin

-Whitetail Deerkin

-Rosy Maple Mothkin

-Mini Satin Rabbitkin

-Ravenkin

-Tortie catkin

-Nymphkin

-Fennekin Therian

[asqadia-banthen]

hi can you do kin tips for a mourning dove / whitetail deer? thank you so much i hope im asking this right

(from @it-might-be-a-creature)

Mourning Dove

Clothes

mix of warm and cool browns

red bracelets/shoes

brown hoodies

Food

sunflower seeds

corn

trail mix

almonds

nuts

lots of water

Activities

swinging

make a nest out of blankets

make an outdoor nest of sticks

make a mask

hold out your arms when its windy

walk through the forest

try vocals

perch outside for a while

go birdwatching

when in a group, stick to one person

Whitetail Deer

Clothes

warm brown colors

brown jacket

white shirt

gray-ish pants

Food

lettuce (as leaves)

walnuts (as acorns)

grapes

grape vine leaves (they are edible ig 🤷)

Activities

make/buy a mask

try quads

buy/find shed whitetail antlers

walk through the woods

observe around you a lot

stick to a group (your herd :D)

try vocals

stay alert

try hurdles

take a walk through a field

try foraging (be careful with this though)

I hope you like these, enjoy! ^^

[angelic-coyote]

WELCOME TO MY DEN !

allow me to introduce myself !

(introduction and kinlist under the cut)

Names : Atlas / Skully / Cass + more

Pronouns : they / he / hy / it + more

nonbinary

aroace-spec

autistic and physically disabled

host of a system

Kinlist

shapeshifter (my primary kin)

bearded vulture

crow

barn owl

most birds of prey

most parrots/parakeets

coyote

fox (red, silver, cross, and bat earred)

herding dogs

bull terrier

black and tan shiba inu

borzoi

other canines

mountain lion

clouded leopard

domestic cat (various)

red panda

hyena (spotted and striped)

anteater

opossum

rat

whitetail deer

rabbit

vampire bat

alligator / crocodile

snake (various)

dakotaraptor

spider

werewolf

vampire

angel

fallen angel

demon

dragon (various)

ghost

alien

cryptid / monster (general)

this isn’t all of them but these are my strongest kins.

some of my individual kins have names i associate with them or prefer when i’m feeling more like that specific kintype

Warning: due to the nature of some of my kins i must issue a warning for the following topics; religious mentions and imagery, christianity, bones, vulture culture. i will add more to this list as i need to. if you find any of these topics upsetting, this may not be the place for you.

DNI info : too tired to write a dni right now, i block as i see fit and that’s that. thanks. basically if you mean any negativity or harm upon me begone.

also i follow / interact from a different blog bc this is a sideblog. just as a side note.

[t-herianthropy]

26 • queer • they/them

I answer to the following names:

Rhen

Danni

Scout

Mouse

This is my therianthropy blog. My primary theriotype is the gray wolf, while secondary theriotypes include the kalong bat and the whitetail deer. I am questioning big cat, fossa, and mouse theriotypes.

This blog exists purely for my own benefit. I am not here to make friends or be part of a community. I am a misanthropic being and will make misanthropic comments.

All age/pet regression, vulture culture, and kin-for-fun blogs are blocked on sight. I have no patience for you.

[necro-hamster]

do you kin any animals? :^) /gen

no but if i did it'd be a whitetail deer

[otherkinaestheticz]

shapeshifter fashion

links: X X X X X X

[yukonwolf]

☆ this is my alterhuman sideblog ☆ main blog: @borealwolf ☆

☆ call me wylan, razor, or will ☆ he/him, + optional it/its ☆ psychological and spiritual alterhuman ☆ celtic pagan (but still learning a lot)

☆ theriotypes: canidae (clade), yukon wolf, domestic cat, domestic dog, opossum ☆ otherkin: werewolf, fae/spirit, vampire ☆ main fictotypes: genocider syo (danganronpa), will graham (nbc's hannibal), razor (genshin impact), and a Lot more ☆ hearttypes: whitetail deer

☆ full kinlist can be found in my carrd ☆

☆ DNF: under 16, TERFs, proshippers or anti-antis, endogenic system / western tulpamancer or supporter, lgbtq exclusionist, anti-thiest, anti-kin (obv lmao)

[fromtheheart-kin]

Aesthetic for a Whitetailed Deer! Enjoy. 

- Mod Matt

[tiredassmage]

Character Page 𓆰 Brooke

A character page for what is, at its core, something of another au for my main, Astor, buttt... it’s basically bc one day I had a random bought of inspiration and followed through on “what if I came up with a deer-like race for XIV” and... then I spent like two hours making lore for them and listening to whitetail deer noises on YouTube. So! He’s different enough to warrant his own lil page! ^.^ I will try to cover enough of this theoretical lore that things make sense, but hopefully without going... ridiculously overboard and keeping you here for hours over a race of my own brainworms. xD

BASICS ---

Name: Brooke, technically like the water feature “brook,” but, somewhere along the line, someone thought it was spelled with an ‘e’ like the more common rendition of the name, and he did not have enough of an understanding of the written Eorzean Common Tongue to know the difference.

Age: It’s a little hazy, but approximately 28 summers by Shadowbringers

Nameday: 17th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Race: Dryad

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Martial Status: Single(?)

OC Tags: ch: brooke

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ---

Hair: Long, falling down about his mid-shoulders when worn loosely and dark brown. Typically worn with at least one braid, and often pulled back in some sort of fashion. Occasionally braids feathers or flowers into it.

Eyes: A pale crystal blue, almost gray. Often wide, curious, and warm.

Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms, not accounting for a full grown set of antlers.

Build: Lithe, lean, and long in the legs - all traits rather common among his race. As a fully mature adult, Brooke generally grows in a full antler set featuring an average of 4 points that typically form a generally crescent moon-like shape. The typical adult male Dryad will grow anywhere from 4-6 points, while a female will grow 2-4.

Distinguishing Marks: Much of Brooke is rather... distinguishing, given the rarity of his people to the rest of Eorzea. They are generally a reclusive people, living deep within the woods and mountains from the land, migrating occasionally with the season and food supply, but rarely actually leaving. Given such, it wasn’t until prior to the Calamity that Brooke ventured beyond the bounds of his wooded home deep in the Shroud at the behest of his herd that he came into contact with the outside world. Given the antlers and the fluffy ears and tail, most... didn’t exactly greet him with kindness. He was odd and unlike anyone else most had seen. The Calamity has pushed their survivors from their homes and more into the light, but they’re still a relatively unknown factor. Many regarded him initially with the same judgements and mistrust afforded the beast tribes.

Outside of the physical denotations of his race, the only other marks one might occasionally find that could be helpful are the paints he still tries to find some time to don in honor of his kin and ancestors. Life as an adventurer has taken him further and further from his roots, but no further from his respect for their traditions.

PERSONAL ---

Profession: Brooke initially left his herd, sent by their leader, to act as an emissary to the nation of Gridania in the days leading up to the Calamity. While the details of the time after Cartenau are yet fuzzy to him, he had not intended to abandon his post in the Calamity’s wake. In the world that remains, however, he is unable to ascertain whether any of his herd survived. By lucky chance, he has fallen in with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, lending his strength and mixed arcane knowledge to their fight for peace.

Main Job: Brooke and his people are something of an enigma by standard definitions of magical practice. They are gifted in a wide variety of arts, and their semi-nomadic nature has brought them into contact with various remnants of ages past. In Brooke’s case, the closest standard classification may be Red Magic, as he possesses an affinity with a wide variety of skills typically associated with both White and Black Magic, though, unlike the duelists of the Red, Brooke still prefers to focus his energies through a staff or scepter than a blade.

Hobbies: Gathering is more a standard survival skill of his people than a hobby, so he would hesitate to classify his botanical knowledge and pursuits as such. Instead, he would much prefer to count his reading as his favorite one - particularly into history and prevalent folklore and tales. In his role as emissary, he sought understanding between his people and those sharing the Twelveswood with them, even if they had been doing so unwittingly. Thus, it was only natural he needed to seek an understanding of their customs as well as shed some light on his own. He finds the telling of history and belief systems fascinating, marveling at the many differences and nuances to be found within them.

Languages: Though Brooke possesses the Echo, he still struggles with languages, at times. He has steadily grasped a more firm understanding of the Eorzean Common Tongue, but it would not be wrong to say his Echo granted him a better understanding of the language and intentions of creatures, beasts, and elements than any language of man.

Residence: At times, it is still difficult to feel settled among civilization, but his efforts and work with the Scions have afforded him the security of a small residence within the protection of Gridania. At least the more seasoned adventurers aren’t so prone to gawping at his unusual appearance.

Birthplace: His herd lived somewhere deep within the Twelveswood. After the destruction reigned down by Bahamut though, he has found more malms of it unfamiliar to him than ever, and he cannot even be certain they survived - much less that their home may have.

Religion: Dryads believe in something one might call spirts, more than any gods. They revere natural elements such as wind, water, and earth and pay a deep respect to the balance of these things. Taking more than one needs and reckless destruction are considered sacrilegious to them. They host celebrations for each season, each having a representative and associated elemental spirits of focus - the closest one might find to a pantheon of gods in their beliefs. This is something he has held fast to even in the face of their many adventures.

TRAITS ---

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

PERSONALITY ---

Curious, warm, and soft-spoken, Brooke has a quiet love for life that some might find a little naïve. He’s a deeply passionate individual that does not often find a reason to hide the way he feels. He believes strongly in such things as the beauty of a star-dappled sky or a color-changing sunset. He feels strongly about preserving the ways of his people, finding a nostalgic familiarity in them as he uncovers the world beyond the wood. It has been daunting, at times.

But curiosity has kept spurring him forward. Seeing marvels like airships and linkpearls up close are strange, sometimes terrifying, but incredible experiences.

He endeavors to remain honest to himself and true to his beliefs. He does not believe in turning others away over superficial differences. If one is in need, that should be enough. Where they are from or what creed they follow should not restrict them from aid. It might make him something of an idealist, but if it is foolish to believe in and want such things, then he would gladly be a fool. He tries his best to remain willing to learn, and finds joy in understanding and sharing. He’d gladly listen to someone tell stories for hours, if it would make them happy.

ABOUT --

Born and raised with his herd in the secluded depths of the Twelveswood, Brooke thought and new little of the world beyond the wooded reaches of their herd until he was well along to becoming a young adult. In the brewing chaos of looming calamity, their leader bid him go forth to their neighbors of the wood in Gridania in an attempt to reach an understanding and mutual aid. Such levels of destruction would doom them all, regardless, and she bid them not remain idle and wait for the coming darkness.

The troubling times would provide their own draws and setbacks to opening a dialogue with the Gridanians and their Seedseers, but, ultimately, Brooke would succeed in at least opening these discussions, revealing the Dryads’ presence within Eorzea with certainty and agreeing to aid in the developing struggles against the Garlean Empire.

What, exactly, followed is, as many others have described, something of a blur. The only certainty of the matter was that it left the young Dryad stranded alone in a wholly new and twisted realm that was all just... a bit funny. Familiar in ways... Entirely not in others.

He may just have ran afoul of a little cult. Y’know. Nothing major. Definitely not a voidsent interested in aether. Definitely not his. Or... perhaps he did. And perhaps he’s quite lucky he met an adventurer not keen on letting cultists lurk about in underground tombs or let unsuspecting strangers get turned into voidsent treats. Quite lucky, that! But... all’s well that ends well, right..?

With a little to be desired for a solid sense of direction and purpose, Brooke found himself once again woven into a greater tapestry of fate than he could have ever predicted. There were, thankfully, a few... passingly familiar faces along the way, it seemed, but still little in the way of ascertaining the fate of those he had left behind, grown up with.

But there was still their hope - hope for a better future, for a way forward, the dawn of another day they could enjoy and share with their loved ones. That had always been worth fighting for, so fight for it, he would.

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

PRIDE stimboard for : a whitetail deer based off the nonbinary pride flag requested by 🦌🧪💌anon

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[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

The new pawpaw patch at the Woodlands, a sprawling historic property along the Schuylkill, still isn’t much to look at. But just give those trees time, said Alkebu-Lan Marcus, the farmer who tends to them.

He knows his pawpaws will soon be excellent providers.

The pawpaw is an ancient, native North American fruit tree whose thin, droopy branches and leaves like teardrops are found in forests across most of the eastern half of the United States.

For years fans have been drawn to the fragile, fragrant fruit, still sold mostly at farmers’ markets or on Facebook pages. But as issues like climate change, economic inequity and access to food become increasingly critical — spurred on by the coronavirus pandemic — it’s the tree itself that is drawing more attention.

It naturally repels pests, disease and whitetail deer, thrives in shade and produces large, nutritious fruit that are creamy when ripe and taste like a blend of banana, pineapple and mango.

Pawpaws are the northernmost member of the mostly tropical custard apple family, kin to soursops, cherimoyas, sugar apples and ylang-ylangs. Nutritionally these sweet, rich fruits are a lot like bananas — high in vitamins, minerals and energy-supplying calories. (They are not related to the papaya, even though papaya is sometimes called pawpaw.)

The pawpaw is also pollinated by flies and other insects rather than by honeybees, said Mr. Dain, and it flowers over several weeks instead of all at once, which ensures that fruit isn’t lost to the Northeast’s spring frosts.

[texastrophyhunters]

Throwback Thursday

The year was 1965. The date: December 1. Murry Burnham was hunting in South Texas with his rattling horns and a borrowed 7mm Magnum rifle. He was after a big whitetail buck that had been seen in the area.

Before the day was over, Murry would be admiring the 12-point trophy and bragging on the 7mm. Murry had “borrowed” the Husqvarna rifle from the gun rack at Burnham Brothers Sporting Goods store in Marble Falls. The 7mm Magnum was rather new—made in Sweden—and Murry wanted to test it on a big whitetail.

Deer contests were rare back in those days. Brownwood’s Weakley-Watson Hardware store gave a rifle for the first buck brought to the store on opening day. Buttery Hardware in Llano gave a rifle for the biggest buck (according to their scoring system), and the San Antonio Light newspaper had some kind of a big buck prize. Leonel Garza’s Muy Grande contest would start that year, but wasn’t yet well known. Homer Garza won the first Muy Grande contest. He also won the watch that Texaco had given to Leonel (no kin to Homer) for winning a tire-selling contest.

I don’t think Murry entered his 1965 big buck in a contest, but it’s mounted and hangs in his office at his home near Spicewood. “I was 37 years old, and that was a very good buck back in those days,” quipped Murry in a recent interview. “And to make it better, I rattled him up.”—Horace Gore