{...and without a name, she closes them tight...}

Bump'd.

Hum.

Perhaps I should be alarmed by this blackness... But, strangely indeed, I am not.
This is the path I have taken.
Ah... I remember when everything was crisp and sharp.
I smile into the sun; memories are enough. No matter how blind I become, I will always remember the true clearness of this forest, the times I spent here in this haven...

Lost in my hazy, blurry world, only a tunnel of light in the center of a blind blackness, I wander around. Now I must rely even more on my ears and nose - this will take some getting used to, to be sure!
Hum, I scent someone slightly familiar... Ah, sir Corvus, I believe. Last time I saw him, he had those lovely candles on him.

I find him laying in the depths of bushy blueberries, idly nibbling on the fruits. But it is difficult to exactly locate him, it is! Then he stands, and the movement is easy to detect, and I bow to him in approximately the right direction. I hope he forgives me for this silliness!
Ah... But he is a sweet young thing, he is. He asks nothing of my strange behavior, though he is probably puzzled - I cannot see his face clearly so it is hard to tell.
But I, indeed, am saddened by my condition, for it impairs my ability to have fun. Fun! What a lovely thing. Hum. I did not have much fun in my fawnhood. A pity! It is such a wonderful thing, fun.

I smell another's scent here in the blueberries, and I faintly make out a golden stag, standing impassively. What proud large antlers he has! They resemble the ones that were cast upon me once, by Queze. I would never have them as a hat for myself (gods forbid!), my feathers are my pride and joy, but they are fitting on his majestic self. Hum... Is he a prince? He is polite, to be sure. Perhaps there is royal blood in this forest, just like in the tales my mother told me... The proud prince, battling strange malicious beasts to save the helpless doe. Though, hum... The doe need not be so helpless all the time. Really! Sitting there, letting the prince do all the work. What silliness.

I thirst a little bit, and I mention this to Corvus, who dutifully follows me as we journey to the pond. The voice of the water is strong and easy to locate - but dear me! I have come to a steep edge, not at all the flat, shallow end of the pond. What with my sight and all I will have to be careful in the future...
Hum... The water is good and clean in my throat. If only Mother and Father could have drunken this sweet water, even once. They would've loved it, to be sure.

Locating Corvus again, I join him in resting by the water's edge. The black sides of my vision bothers me - I close them tightly, wishing for a moment that it would all go away. But no. Perhaps this is the price I must pay in the stead of having wonderful friends and a peaceful life. The other forests I had seen and journeyed through were not at all this friendly and peaceful; why, some of them were stark raving mad.
Hum, I must count myself lucky.

Something tugs at me from the depths of my heart, and I rise, wondering what the queer feeling is. Again Corvus follows me (oh, the gentle young stag), and I find myself weaving through the forest in crazy blind patterns, trying to follow the feeling.
We end up at the source of all water here in this forest.

I had never really noticed this statue here before. Somehow I had overlooked it, though I come often to the creek and drink from it. But here... I see the worn, mourning face, the water pouring down from empty eyes in a loud rush, droplets spinning and flying out, the tears running down, down, down -

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"I HATE YOU!"

The loud rush of water.
Falling and pounding the ground to a pulp...
Falling and flowing over the banks of the rivers...
The loud rush, drowning everything out -
Everything except for the peal of a child's scream.

"YOU TOOK MY MOTHERRRRRR!!!"

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I gasp and shut my eyes tight, trying to block the tears. But... What? Dear me... What was that? A vision? But... It seemed... so familiar... Why am I crying?...

I run.
Not only because I am ashamed of my sudden tears, but because I wish to get away from that statue... That mournful face, worn down to a haunting skull... eternally crying...
Oh, poor thing.

Alarmed, Corvus calls out, running after me worriedly. I cannot explain to him what is wrong.
He gives me a comforting, if not confused, nuzzle and I gladly return it, grateful for the warm touch. I hang my head sadly and he does too. Perhaps he understands.
Hum... That vision seemed to have drained all the energy out of me. It would be good to rest, indeed.

Goodbye, Corvus. Thank you for staying with my odd self today...

{...and without a name, she curls up tight...}
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August 24, 2009 - 1:40am — Draak

Awwwwwww 8D Corvus is a

Awwwwwww 8D

Corvus is a little sheep following her around XD. He's a little confused/curious about her and what she does but yeah xD.

Corvushugs XDDDD
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