Which one: S'onmul, Deer Magic giftie from Unyko Genre: draconic holiday cheer
Married: ..... no. Children: likely in future
Era: modern fantasy Lifespan: immortal
Dragon: sponsoring Vid'amalom Type: none yet
Bonded at: Uny's 2k8 Winter Giveaway Pets: none yet
Sexual Type: het Relatives: plentiful!
Nemesis: none, maybe grinches Allies: gift givers everywhere
Occupation: Speedy gift deliveries Powers and Abilities: flight, speed (really speedy speed, like supersonic), genre-hop, size shifting (to around 14" tall), jingle, cause giggling, musical assistance
Prefered weapons: nasty hoof hits, poke you in the eye antlers, embarrassing gifts Weaknesses: shivers if standing still for too long, can't be completely silent
Song: let it snow Created:  dec. 06 by Unyko, giveaway, Valley of the Sky
 

S'onmul went from place to place checking in. Was it Winter yet? Was it time? So many worlds had long Summers, achingly distant from the snowy chill where S'onmul could tread. It wasn't that he was unable to venture into the hot weather, but he felt uncomfortable under the sunny warm skies none the less. True, he could feel the chilling bite of snow and sleet and think how hard it was to move, how sluggish he could get in it. But a few tosses of his head and bolting out into a storm always got his blood pumping again.

He could hardly remain still, and every movement - from a twitch of his long tail to a flick of his ear, stomping the ground with his hooves or turning his head a bit - made sound. Delicate jingling, tiny bells by the dozen moved through the air whenever he was near. If you listened carefully enough, you'd be able to tell what part of his body was in motion, by the sounds of the bells strung onto him. The net of big, strong sounding bells on his tail are usually the last thing to hear as he flits away. High and faint delicate tones of the tiny ones woven into his leg fur is often the first inkling that he's nearby.

Don't worry about what he eats. It won't run away - he feeds almost entirely on foods left for mysterious jolly visitors in the night. From cookies and milk to accidentally left out pizza or turkey fixins, S'onmul feeds very well indeed. And it's a good thing there's often plenty of food laying out after parties or gatherings: because his metabolism is like a hummingbird.

When one day he stumbled upon a strange place, dark and quiet because it was night but lit with the television shows being watched by a small group of kids, S'onmul felt as though he'd been here before. He hadn't, but so many others of his kind had.

For he too was a Sanger. A very different one indeed. One who never ran into the evil opposite all too many of them faced. He never needed to worry about being abused, caged, harmed, or even taken away from his family. Though he didn't know any other creatures quite like himself, it was possible that they existed somewhere that he'd long since left and forgotten.

The Healing Den became his home - and he learned that from it, visiting numerous places was quite a lot easier than how he'd been doing it before. If anyone saw him even briefly, it would only be as a brightly blurry form - and nothing more than bells to hear. Though he lived here, like many did, it was unlikely that even Baeris knew quite where he slept if he even did.

More a kind of transportation central area, S'onmul used the Den regularly until he heard about a strange place that was asking for... for dragons like himself! He hardly thought of himself as much of a 'dragon' but then he was hardly what one would call a 'deer' either.

He stands more than seven feet tall at the shoulder, quite tall for such a quick-footed creature. And though he has no wings, he's been known to fly long distances over rough terrain that he didn't feel like running across. Like rooftops. And as for how he gets into places that have those tasty leftovers? Where he leaves little things he's found (like your keys you lost the other day, a pen that's been slipped into a couch for 2 years, or even a book that had been missing for decades)? He shrinks to a managable size and finds whatever way is best, to enter a home. A cat door? Sure, that's easy. An unlocked fence and a slightly open kitchen window? He'll manage. Chimney and open flue? Best part!

Though he's never been known to speak, he clearly understands language including written forms. Almost any language jotted down on postit notes, stone tablets, or chalkboards (or often sprayed via paint can onto walls) is easily understood. Plus, when there is song around, people seem to enjoy it more, seem to want to join in and dance or clap. Though they might not see him or know why they feel like this, the little jingling bells on his antlers chime in to enhance the mood of any festive gathering.

So it was, that when he found out about a certain flight - a mating flight - he wanted to go and see what all the hooplah was about. He'd rarely been around creatures such as himself. Would he be able to stand still long enough to fit in? Find a mate? Ooh, that'd be fun, he sprinted up the hillside from where he'd been standing, 'hopped into another universe sideways, and left a trail of gently chiming bells in his wake.

 

It wasn't from that flight, but from one of his descendants, something came back to him. Many of his descendants had used the Den's wide, white-covered winter parking area for their genrehopping ease. But this one decided to remain. Sure, there were a couple others, slumbering dino-dragons or xenoflitters. However, this one struck S'onmul as being a lot better than those.

Well, she was his great-great grand-daughter, so...of course she was better.

She spoke without words, mostly, like he did. In fact she seemed to take greatly after him in many ways. She wanted to remain, learn, fly around. And be fast. That came naturally, of course. They were all quite speedy. She added a gentle glowing to her cheerful aura, the delicate jingling of bells on her straight antlers, and her slender legs was much more high-pitched than S'onmul's.

But she was almost as big as he, and plus - she had wings! Plenty of them. They joked silently as they skittered around the wintery worlds, that she had way more than enough to go around, and so he didn't need any.

Vid'amalom learned how to interpret dreams of those that S'onmul took her to visit. In deepest night, they would collect information and tuck it away. It was all but instinct that kept these dreams and their owners in order - they knew just where to go, who to see, what to leave. It was a little more difficult for Vid' to enter homes, because she couldn't size-shift herself. But once she realized that her ice form could pretty easily seep down vents or under drafty doors... They were good to go!

Of course, she did seem to always leave a little soggy fur behind...

Name Vid'amalom Houten (name means cheerful dream)
Gender Female
Size 6'8" at shoulder
Species Holiday deerdragon-mutt
Color Yellow-orange, Black, Red, White
Abilities Verbal Speech (hardly used), Teleportation (very often used), Cheer (always on), Alter Physical Structure-to Ice (seldom used), Dream Control (often used), Multiple Lives (hasn't needed one yet)

Siblings

Ahl'zya
Qian'alu
Ess'dny
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Nekoda Ageacia ? ?
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Ishrym Fire Tairim  ?
Flame-Sunset Ryuen ?
J'haya Houten Reyebul ? ?
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Z'hakit Houten Moyangulmandulda S'onmul
Liaxeri
Zenizap Houten ?