Tianwa, of Soul

Tianwa is an idea as much as she is a deity. Over the ages her name has become synonymous with "Spirits" so often one will hear a spirit described as "______ tianwa" (such as the Sharp fox tianwa, or Hung-shi Mountain tianwa). Little is known about Tianwa herself, as any even remotely recent accounts have not been from sources to be though of sound mind. Interestingly enough, though, when one needs an exorcism or believes themselves to have been victim to any spirit, Tianwa is the name evoked.
Notable tianwa have become integrated with local customs, or even Terr'ainan civilizations themselves. Many different classic tales, often changed over time and distance are of tianwa, spread with oral and written word. One of these classic tales is outlined below.
In a evergreen forest by a small town, hunting was often done in the more habitable seasons of spring and summer. All of the locals of the village knew to set foot in the forest to hunt during the winter would place them in great peril, until a foolhardy young hunter, unable to bear hunger, set out in the middle of a heavy snowfall. This hunter quickly became lost in the forest, and in their confusion, stepped on one of their own traps, injuring and crippling them. As they laid in pain, their only hope to escape death another soul, a spirit walked by. "Oh great tianwa of the evergreens, please! I am injured, and if you could show me the way home, I would be in your debt." As the spirit drew closer to the hunter, the hunter saw that this spirit was that of a silver deer. The deer knelt to the hunter and allowed them to raise themselves to their good leg. "I will take you to the boundaries of my forest, and yet no further. In return, you will never return during the moons of the winter." stated the silvery tianwa. "I accept your terms, kind spirit, and shall encourage my fellows to do the same." They walked in silence for many miles, until the town was in sight. At this point, the hunter was stricken by sudden hunger and greed, and pleads the deer "Kind spirit, you have already guided me so far, however, if it pleases you, may we walk just a bit closer." As the hunter guided the deer, the hunter guides the deer towards a hunting trap. As the trap closed, the spirit did not cry out or flinch, instead turning towards the hunter, great regret in it's eyes. "Trickery against your benefactor will do you nothing but harm. It was at my mercy you are alive. I now rescind that assistance. Know that none of your kind will every receive it from me again." the deer says. A snowstorm billowed, burying the hunter in snow, and the ethereal deer limps into the white, never to be seen again.