Sickle

Birthday
October 7th/April 7th
Name Origin
"a short-handled farming tool with a semicircular blade, used for cutting grain, lopping, or trimming."
Sexuality
Pansexual
Gender
Demi-boy
Sex
AMAB

Notable traits
None
Size class
Small
Weight class
Spry
Plot Death
Yes
Alt:
Froze to death in the Mountains
Appearance
Sickle is a small brown Hippus with short antlers that have a small branch at the beginning of the antler. He has two large fangs protruding from his mouth, as well as a large beak with a "horn" at the top of it. He has a deep blue stripe running from his eyes to his hind legs, and stripes from his beak to his antlers. Sickle's neck, underbelly, and part of their face are a lighter brown, with the lightest going from his chest to the end of his underbelly. He also has talons a little above each hoof that just out from the inside part of his legs.

Nestling-Fledgeling
Sickles parents were both farmers at the time, and had very little luck when it came to starting a family. They had two previous clutches that had never hatched, but were finally able to get a fawn once Sickle was born. He didn't have the best luck starting out, he was very scrawny and grew ill all of the time. His parents feared that perhaps they had done something to deserve this, maybe it was their punishment for staying in the background of a raging war. Sickle's father made a promise, that if the dragons so deem their child worthy, that Sickle will be a powerful soldier. When Sickle eventually grew stronger and illness become less and less frequent, his parents believed it was a sign of the dragons themselves. From then on, his father was going to be sure that he kept his promise.

Sub-adult
While Sickle wasn't the best student, often playing around or causing disruptions, he did make decent scores. One of the things he loved most was when he discovered the art of astronomy. The stars were a language, and he was determined to decipher it some day. He didn't have a lot of free time because after school unfortunately, as his father would teach him how to fight. Often times, Sickle would come back and immediately be attacked by his father and be forced into a tussle. It wasn't an abusive relationship. Sickle loved his father, and knew that he knew best. Slowly but surely, he was able to defend himself against his father's ambushes. His mother was very proud of the warrior they were raising, telling him so everyday. Sickle wasn't as keen to being a soldier as they were. He would avoid topics of what happens after he graduates or anything on the war in general. He didn't like the thought of killing someone and didn't believe he could look someone in the eyes and decide their fate. With all of this, he dreaded his graduation date, because he knew he wouldn't be given a choice.

Adult
When Sickle had graduated, he accepted that he was to be a soldier for a war he didn't want to be in. Soon after, he was sent to edge of the mountains to fight for the fertile valleys between the borders. His nerves calmed when he met the other soldiers he'd be fighting along side. Sickle's confidence began to grow when they had reached their destination, a small camp hidden within the rocks of the valley. He met many Avus there, each with their own story and reason of being there. This had become Sickle's new home for a next couple months, it was also the place where he found his purpose within the stars. After long days during the harsh nights, he would tell stories of the stars to his fellow soldiers, often teaching them the meanings behind each of the celestial bodies and the constellations printed in the black sky. He spoke in hopes to raise his comrades' spirits during this uncertain time. Sickle often stayed up late to look at the stars, but this took an abrupt turn when a Dromaeus party had managed to find their camp and tried ambushed them during the night. He was able to raise a ruckus when he saw them nearing and by the time they got there, at least half the camp were awake to defend. With a lit torch, the invaders turned the camp into a fiery blaze. As blood was shed in the heat of battle, Sickle's mind filled with the things his father had taught him. As he weaved in and out of clashing Avus, he was quickly loosing confidence. He watched as more and more Avus on both sides fell and fire raged through the camp. That's when he saw them. It was a Dromaeus, probably on a little older than he was, breathing heavily on the ground as blood seeped from his open wounds. They were far to injured to get up, and the fact that they were still alive haunted Sickle. He and the Dromaeus stared at each other. Sickle shook his head, watching the commotion around him, before fleeing the blazing arena. He berated himself as he galloped through the valley, he was a coward, a deserter, a weakling. When he reached the other side, he looked out at the plains in front of him and panting fiercely. The true weight of what he had just done comes crashing down on him, as he looks back at the traces of smoke that rise from the battle far behind him. He exited the valley, but never went home. He would rather live his life in solitude, away from the shame, away from the disappointment of his family. He did find out about the end of the war, but even still he remains nomadic to this day, writing down the language of the stars.

Elder
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