1st Augorsd 3793, 9th Eon
In the North West, only found on a small, secluded island.
Much, much larger than any normal deer. Average size is two meters tall, but including the antlers on males, this extended by an entire meter.
The White Harts of the tiny Unnamed Island - we are aware of the ironic name - are mysterious creatures. Like the Kitsune, they are said to be spirits that roam this girt patch of land. It wasn't such a goose chase as with the Kitsune, but they were still incredibly elusive. Further like the Kitsune, they gift those they see as worthy, but harshly punish those who they deem dark of intention.
They travel in herds and are indeed known to be immortal entirely. No disease, age nor sword can extinguish their spark of life. Immense holders of knowledge, that even the dragons learn from, they are masters of all tongues, of all arts, of all sciences and are said to know absolutely everything. They apparently even knows what lies above in the sky and beyond the stars. Whether this means they still seek education or whether they shun, confident that they cannot learn anything else, we do not know. But any they believe are deserving, they will gift their infinite wisdom unto them who ask for it. Any question a mortal may ask, they will answer.
When I saw them, finally, the light that they shone was almost blinding. They read and judged me, and I was able to ask them three questions.
"Do Gods exist?" I asked the Stag,
"Yes," he replied, "they are as old and as real as you and I."
"What lies beyond the stars?" was my second question.
"Many other worlds like ours," one of the doe spoke, "some more hostile, some more tranquil."
And lastly, I questioned, "Is humanity doomed to perish under the might of evil?"
"No," another doe answered, "but humanity is its own worst enemy."
And with that, they walked off into the wind, fading away like delicate petals in the breeze.
Head Professor of Mythology and Cryptozoology at the University of Adrastia