1.1.11 | I | The Endless Forest

Cold
it was very cold today

i cant see anything at first so I wait. I don't wait long.

Sight.

Snow
it is everywhere.

I am stuck inside this fawn body still. Reduced height and stature, long spindly legs that make it oh so difficult to maneuver
But those large eyes
those long lashes
this pelt whiter than snow with the brilliance of the sun
Those I will keep.

I can only escape this prison when i discover all that needs to be discovered in this endless forest. Another day, week, month, year, decade, century...

it is unbearably bearable. Please don't be long.

A generous soul gives me candles. i am no longer cold.

A flash of white.

Brilliance less than my own pelt but nonetheless my eyes are riveted upon the other. the white grew
larger
larger

itfillsupmyvision
until there is nothing left

The color spectrum danced in the corners i cant look at them they would move faster
There was white
There was white
There was white

and then it is gone.

Gaze, colored the opposite of my fur, shifts.
Red accompanies the white. He does not hold my interest as much as she.

She moves often
she is uncomfortable.

I don't often wonder why.
Things just are.

i come across a doe whose spirits are low.

I tried to comfort her to little avail.
i dont know what was upsetting her
it doesnt really matter to me either.

After a time she regained a happiness that was short-lived. She had to leave.
I don't know where she goes when she disappeared from rapid slumber.

Where do I go?

Suddenly i see lights
gold, blinding me
i felt cold and warm at the same time, and felt like i was spinning

I open my eyes; I did not remember closing them.

I was freed from the fawn body.
To the pond i went, staring at my new reflection. Only then did I realize that my name was changed.
who was i?

Who am I?

she looked like me. her movements matched mine.
I looked into her eyes and saw what I see

She was me.
I didn't wonder how.
She just was.

With this appearance I follow the sound of roaring
bellowing
screaming

i found a large-scale battle occuring at the Ruins.
Massive gray bull violently thrashing his intimidating antlers at numerous other deer. i dont know how he managed. a pregnant doe with the markings of a Monarch was one of his attackers...
...or was she a victim?
this flurry of action and rushes of adrenaline distracted me and it no longer mattered who was hero or villain.

the pregnant doe made her escape as did two others, but more deer entered the fray and challenged the gray. Rarely did he break away from his opponents.

Another stag appeared but his intentions were different.
instead of spilling more blood, he made an effort to separate deer from the gray and stop any further quarrels.
This ended the fight, but each who were involved did not leave unharmed.

i follow the gray and watched in awe as he ascends into a tree
high enough to avoid reach
a clever way to keep healing undisturbed.

His future actions will determine whether or not he is worthy of further observation.

Strange sensations
i am a fawn once more.
My name returns to what it was
before

And in this way
I continue to watch the world.

January 2, 2011 - 1:55am — .

January 3, 2011 - 6:14pm — GanzfeldEffect

You are correct. :] It is

You are correct. :]
It is nice to meet you both too.

But no, she does not. It's really because I have not been able to find anything that fits her yet.

January 3, 2011 - 6:21pm — Gustiro