.....:Ah-mi madre...you wouldn't understand how rough life clings to me. You're imprint in my skin and soul is all too present, which, for I'm grateful yet reluctant as well. Yesterday, as you were erased from my sight in the thick fog, I treasured your image upon me. It allowed me camoflauge which I had yet to cherish in many days. Yet, as the days grow sunnier, I'm curious as to your intent to be my mother...as its also cursed me.
.....:You see, Mama...you clearly don't understand my predicament. I've been trying to learn acceptable social manners, but it's tough when I choose to not approach others. In the deep fog for example, I was trapped on whether to speak to this well-built stag, pelt of brown, and impressive antlers. I felt as if my presense...may be but too strange to be acceptable for long. Hah! But what a coward am I! It must've been Father's influence, I'm sure, which inflicted such a trait. I simply dashed off into the sky away from such a creature, which is of poorest manners...but I couldn't help myself! Brutalize me all you want, mi luna, as no two gods have sent for my punishment yet.
.....:Hmm....I sound like such a fool speaking of such. It's in my deepest desire to be kinder, but I suppose underlying motives could be to blame for my actions. Today, for instance, I was caught off-guard by a lone doe with a deep blue pelt and antlers in my line of sight. I'm not sure what caught hold of me, but I couldn't resist asking for their presense. Perhaps it was the bloody birds of the birch forest whispering out nonsense into my fragile mind. I curse myself for listening to their chatter sometimes mother....truly.
.....:One thing led to another, however, and I ran away from the doe instinctively, as if something simply snapped. And yet....I found it kindled in my mind to return to the doe, to watch her. What poor manners coming from a pure white deer, eh Mother? You've told me to never stare, and yet why am I inclined to do so? You've told me of how many choose to stare at you, floating amongst the stars in the midst of night...but why do I incline myself to stare at others? A doe nonetheless?
.....:I was lucky she was friendly, at least. I'm sure if I lingered near that other stag within the fog....it would surely be a enraged battle. And yet...this entire time...I sat...watching her play with a few fawns that passed by. A fool I am indeed! I curse myself with such silly past-times and yet enrich within them any chance I recieve! Then of course...a dark skeleton pelted deer approached, and shoed me with his large antlers. What a shock! I had not intended anything of wrong or hurt...so I was surely offended. You could understand....yes...mother? He reared...and completely opposite out of my own personality, I lowered my antlers as well, before dashing off like a simple coward. Foolish.
.....:Still I found myself returning near the starry-designed doe and the other doe nearby. I waited patiently, hoping that this stag may dissapear so that I may speak a word to the darker-colored doe. Thankfully, he did, dissapearing into a cloud of purple smoke. I don't blame him for his assertiveness however, surely a white stag watching from a distance the practices of a doe seems suspicious. When I found myself to leaving one last time however...I approached the doe for a third time in her company. I remember also greeting another butterfly-pelt doe, ravishing in both of their friendly attitudes.
.....:But I did whisper something foolish into her ear before departing..... "Do not forget me...."


















-----:Manners, mi luna, have never been more ached for by me than now. I have been thinking often as of late, and have attempted much to be a gentleman of sorts. I've recently become of making sure to bow before fleeing, even if it's to a less desirable creature I've met. Oh, but how I yearn to approach more, to reach out and tuck away the forbidden fruit of interaction. You've told me never to do so, Mother....for the color of my pelt is surely to attract the wrong attention. Yet I cannot help myself to wandering closer to groups, and approaching them with ill-mannered intrusion. A fool...it's clear what I am now! Mama....you've told me this before...of this rude trait...and it must be shining as bright as the sun.
-----:However, to avoid falling into such a wanted desire of interacting...I've decided to quesiton the world in which I've been placed in. Father left me here after all, so I mind as well make use of it. For instance, I've decided the shape of this forest. Clearly, no matter how long I run for, I always return in a loop. Therefore, I've determined that this forest must be circular...in a similiar shape I predict you out to be, mi luna. It's clear once used in an example! The Crying Idol, (or so titled), for instance seems to only run way, in which is downhill. The Idol cannot cry forever, and the pond can't always absorb it's tears. An explanation would be some sort of cycle....circular....just like this forest.
-----:Ah...but I must be getting ahead of myself. I'm after in no buisness of determining such important factors of this places existance. My theory is patronized however, by the simple fact that creatures such as myself can take flight. Birds can simply ignore the hills crafted by the Gods here and flutter about avoiding contact with this sphere of a forest. I wonder how they take flight...truly mother....and hopefully I can study this strange thing further in the future.
-----:But in the meantime...I've returned to observing others once again, hopefully to your glee. I really, truly, want to learn, mother... I really wish to know about other creatures...and their life story...how they became of what they are....what quirks they may have...what part of the forest do they favor....

....or maybe this is a sign I've spent too much time observing a dark pelted deer with small antlers and purple mask. I must pursue other hobbies, perhaps...

















-----:I miss your company....mother...I truly do. When I saw the snow falling the other morning, I couldn't help but feel at unease. Anything similiar to your shade of white makes me wonder....was that pieces of you falling from the sky? Oh, but that sounds like rubbish, yes....mi luna? In my travels however, I've surely tried to keep myself preoccupied with activities that I explained before. While observing what happens when the birds...and even myself...take flight...I still cannot seem to come to a conclusion. However, it has induced me to taking to trees a bit more often then usual. The only problem, nonetheless, is that my antlers seem to always grip eagerly onto a tree's branches, making it irrationally tough to release my head from their reach. Mother...do you believe plants have lives of their own, just as we do?
------:I've noticed another strange deer rumaging about the forest recently. They bare a pelt quite alike my own, in which I find interesting and rationally at ease with. Maybe it's their similiar appearence that makes me so comfortable with the other deer...or perhaps their reluctance to approach others as well. It's odd how their dark orca-like mask contrasts their pelt so well, and it made me wonder if I should bare a mask as well. The day in which it snowed....Mardi Gras...I attempted a few disguises of sorts. Ultimately, I found it hard to breathe, and I've decided against it. Like you mother, I do agree that others shouldn't hide their faces beneath masks. True appearences are so much more...beautiful.
-----:And now that the snow has cleared, I recently went running about the forest. Don't worry mother, I'm remembering to be on top of my hygiene. Hah...I sound like a fawn in trouble with their elders for refusing to take a dip in the pond! But speaking of which, I encountered a fawn today...they seemed quite curious...mi luna. I don't know what it was, but I felt drawn to them like a firefly to the violet flowers when your face is amidst the night sky. Even after I left...this little fawn continued to follow, even when I lifted myself onto a branch in the willows. I was surprised really, when I looked beneath me to find a fawn propped against the trunk. I could feel an unusual heat in my face, like the red tint from around my eyes spread out to my cheeks. But it wasn't really an unwelcome emotion...though.
-----:Ah, but I must be rambling. You've told me of such a bad habit, and I must break myself of it. Another step to becoming a gentlemen I suppose...yes? Althought it seems other stags have been causing quite a ruckus lately, with fights breaking out throughout the forest. And I cannot even began how much I fear the smell of blood. This is a fear though, without much of an explanation, which is causing my mind to stutter even in simple thoughts. Occasionally I'll come across a drip of blood scattered onto a blade of grass....and my mind freezes.


I'm not sure...but I'll also try to rid myself of this trait as well. I presume you want your son to be strong in not only body, but in mind too. Until another day, mi luna, mi madre...good night.
















.....:It wouldn't stop raining today. The water from the Gods just continued to pour, drenching my white coat. Ah Madre...I'm not sure why it's so comforting. I'm sure I was quite un-becoming wandering about in such a ridiculous appearence...but I just didn't care. I didn't care whether my fur became drenched in the pouring rain...yet I cared deeply if others were suffering so.
.....:I interacted too much today, I'm sure, mother. My time spent here in this forest, I can tell, is changing me. I'm becoming much less independent, and growing towards interacting with others. Please, mother, stop me from running astray from you. I desperatly cling to attain your image of perfection...of a perfect son who's kind and quiet...who is strong and wise...who won't speak unless spoken to...who knows when to say a word. Ah, I feel as if I've been quite the opposite! As of late, I've been lingering with fawns, which is quite strange when it comes to your ideal, I'm sure. Do you care to hear, mi luna?
.....:As I awoke today, you could probably guess my surprise to the swarm of deer insisting on following me in the wet enviroment. And nonethless, I tripped! Tripped! I feel like such a fool as I slid across the grass, slipping across the giggling blades. The other stags nonetheless stopped following me, and I went off into a wandering state. Had they seen my fall?
.....:Soon after, I became across a lone fawn, wandering about the storm. I could feel my beating heart sink deep in my chest, noticing it's soaked appearence. Finally, as I grew closer, I asked for their company, motioning them to come near. They complied. I was shocked, actually, to this fawns certain curiousity to a deer with an appearence such as myself. I'm sure I was soaking wet and wasn't exactly the pettiest to look at, yet they approached anyway. Quickly, I ran away as my heartbeat rapidly sped up, only to return awhile later. I couldn't leave this fawn alone in the God's Tears, mi luna. The dainty creature soon layed in a patch of purple flowers, and I couldn't help but to join them. Then we sat there, my antlers although precarious in size doing nothing to shield this fawn from the rain. I felt terrible, mi madre. Truly. What use am I, if I cannot even shield a fawn from a storm!
.....:I realized that our shelter within the violets was doing nothing to keep us dry. I could notice the small fawn almost shiver, and I stood quickly. "Please...if you would follow me..." I whispered, those being the first words I ever really spoke to my company. I began to walk towards the Sheltered Tree, I believe dubbed 'The Old Oak', turning back occasionally to see if the deer was following. They were. I nodded to myself, making sure the fawn was keeping up. If anything, my mother, at least I'm not easy to lose, considering you've given me such a star-lit pelt. Sometimes I'm quite thankful for it mother, truly I am. And then finally, we arrived to the stunning tree, the fawn still in tow. I was delighted to notice them shake off the water from their fur. Thank goodness....at least they would stay dry. I also shook the water droplets from my fur, and we both sat beneath the oak, sheltered from the raging storm.
.....:Who knows how long we sat there...mother...for I surely didn't keep track. However, I noticed a familiar name lingering in the air. I stood, regonizing a pictogram in which I had encountered before.... It was of this fawn, you see, that has insisted on following me. And honestly, I enjoy their company. Everytime I lay down for a quick nap, I awake to find the fawn lingering nearby. But I wonder what keeps them so drawn to me? Soon after bowing to my company within the tree, I almost roared as I ran out into the storm. The rain makes me feel so...alive...mother!
.....:I found this 'following fawn' curled up in a patch of blue flowers near the playground. And after swallowing a lump in my throat, I layed near them, trying to assist the flowers in sheltering this fawn from the rain. What has become of me mother? Do you approve, mi luna? I couldn't help myself, you see...this fawn sleeping in the rain. Normally I wouldn't take much notice...but! I apologize! It's just...I know how it feels...luna...to fall asleep shivering the rain...and I.....
.....:It must be amazing to be able to float above the clouds...for I do sometimes wonder if you've ever even felt the rain shooting from the sky. You are above the weather, yes mother? Well...nonetheless...when you stand in this consistent liquid for long, you grow cold. It's not as chilly as the snow which occasionally floats from the clouds...but collectively it's quite bitter. And I felt this fawn shouldn't be one to simply lay in the flowers in hopes for a shelter to help them. Mother...I couldn't help but to try and assist them...and before I knew it I abandoned my duties and fell asleep near the fawn.
.....:I awoke with a start as I was greeted by the fawn I had sat with in the oak earlier. I shook the collected rain from my coat and quickly greeted them, still uneasy in my drowsy state. It was an almost panicky feeling that resided in my gut, for reasons I'm unsure. But before long, we all ended up laying down once again, shivering from the rain. The 'following fawn', the 'oak fawn', and I, Wudiin. I'm sure I will ask of their names next time we meet, as I feel unsure of speaking about them in such strange titles.
.....:Eventully, I grew restless and stood up, roaring to the storm above. I turned, regaining my composure and bowing both to the sleeping fawn in my mistake of bellowing so loudly. And then I waved off the other fawn, the one in which was in company by me near the oak, whispering a few other words in our departure. "You are young...you have your entire life ahead of you...please find a better place to shelter from the rain than my antlers, silly child." I laughed lightly, hoping my good intentions might strike the fawn into hiding beneath the rocks of the playground.
.....:After falling asleep near the Twin Gods, I awoke once again in the pouring rain, shivring to the Godly Tears' touch. Honestly, mother, I really need to find a better place for a nap then next to the Gods in the rain. They make a fine company in sunny days, but during storms, I'm afraid to say it's not quite as pleasant. Almost instant to my awakening, I went back into my normal antics of wandering about the forest. Only this time, I noticed quite a few deer rumaging through the brush, more than usual nonetheless. I became into watching a large group of deer dancing near the pond, soon laying down to watch their antics. But then, mother, they seemingly all broke into sprints, some angling towards me. I stood with a jolt...and ran. I can't even remember how long I ran for...but I just...did. What a fool I am! And a coward! Can you believe my reckless behavior? I must seem like some sort of reject, cowardly son to you, mother! It's alright...you may agree...for I've already said it myself.
.....:Finally, when I regained a normal hearbeat, I wandered near the ruins, only to find the near same group of deer sitting atop one of the flatter stones. I watched them for awhile, as they struggled in the storm. And then, I noticed that same pictogram from earlier...the following fawn... I turned my head, and raced towards their location. There they were, laying where a ray of sunlight normally rests on a sunny day. I approached slowly, unsure if they knew of my antics while they were asleep earlier. I walked slowly towards them, ignoring the pouring rain. "It was irresponsible of me...earlier...." I scoffed beneath my breath, my vocal cords seeming to betray me in keeping a audible volume amongst the rain drops. They stood...and I ran. Again, such a cowardly act, madre! I ran from a fawn! And after I slowed down from my flight... I paused...before giving into a hazy blackness taking over my body. Sleep. I really needed sleep.
























.....:The sun. I realize you despise it, mother, but I've come to certainly enjoying the warm day's company. However, it makes me realize that I've really fell astray to your teachings, as even today I managed to disobey your orders. I can feel you anger, luna...and it makes my body shiver and my fur run cold. It almost seems like you are about to strike me at any moment, with the same amount of tension as two stags staring down eachother amidst a fight.
.....:Today, as I finally rid the terrible stench from my fur from the rain which swept by many days ago, I finally managed to wander about the forest. Luna...I'm quite grateful that you introduced me to the cinnamon tree when I was still a fawn, as I've found myself crushing the seeds and creating a scent which brings back better days. In fact, I think I'll use such knowledge more often in my travels, as I find the scent to be quite pleasing to the nose. Ah, but how laughable I must sound right now, mother! Speaking of such foliage in such a cheerful way...but I have reasons to make up for it mother! As...I've attempted to become more sociable...at least...I've tried to carry myself with more grace and greet others with improved manners. My fleeing still hasn't quite worn off, but I do try to bow before sprinting away from a large crowd.
.....:The deer I was watching many days ago....the dark pelted doe with small, black antlers and a purple mask....I saw her again today. I couldn't help myself, mother, when I ran up to her with vigor. Realizing such an action however, I quickly corrected myself by bowing deeply, holding my lowered stance for a bit longer than usual. She bowed back, and I grinned ever-so slightly as she began to hop about the forest floor. Without any control, I let out a chuckle and copied the doe's actions, acting as silly as a newborn fawn. Ah, but where were my manners? I stopped, sucking in the chuckle that attempted to escape my gut. I perked my ears, listening to the slight wind that was traveling through this strange forest. It almost holwed against the leaves, making my ears twitch. Mother...your calls are always incredibly demanding... I turned towards the doe, bowing my head. "I...I apologize for my rudeness...miss..." I paused, turning towards the deer. "Do forgive me, but I've never learnt your name, miss. Hopefully...I may catch it the next time we meet... Until then." With a quick bow, I bellowed to the sky, running into a patch of light with all the force my legs could rupture. And, with that, I gently drifted up...back to you....luna...
......:I awoke with a start, my body shaking and my eyes snapping open. Hastily, I stood up, basking in the warm ray of sun which enveloped my body. That's right...this was the forest...not you...mother. You aren't a forest...from what I remember! Could you imagine? Would it be possible, mother, that if you were a forest, my fur might be emerald instead? What a sight indeed!
.....:After roaming the forest for awhile,I stumbled upon a larger group of deer, playing and laughing near a log. What I found peculiar, mother, was there obvious matching masks, all that of skulls. It seems odd, if one asks me...to be wearing the head of a dead dear upon your face...but who am I to question their morals? Soon, I came to watching them, occasionally circling the group in order to give my aching legs a chance to run amock. Soon though, I grew tired, and wandered off near the ruins in dismay. The forest was quiet today...and the sun makes me feel uselessly drowsy. Perhaps, is it your influence in your own son, luna, that causes me to be ever so tired when basking in the sun. Oh, how I wish for a day of darkness, so I could finally see your bright face again!
.....:Quickly, I came upon quite the consistant fawn, you see. They insisted on following me even as I ran, their small, lean body oddly keeping up with me quite well. I was astounded at this fawns speed, as they were easily matching my pace as a ran. Reluctant for company, however, I easily lept into a tree, balancing myself on it's thin branches. Soon, the fawn drifted into slumber below me...although I wonder what they were so curious about....
.....:When I floated down from my...what is it called...a perch...I lazily roamed about the forest once again. I stumbled upon another group of deer all wearing skull masks, and I let my curiousity get the best of me. There was this one doe...you see, luna...that caught my attention. They wore a black pelt, with a white underbelly, and held and array of peacock feathers upon their head. This doe matched the group easily, with their skull mask placed so prominantly on their face. I asked her to come near, so perhaps I might ask why she seemed so...I'm not sure...actually. But nonetheless, she approached, in which I bowed deeply, surprised that she complied. Curiously, I grew nearer...before a large group of skull-masked deer quickly ran towards us. I bolted....ashamed at my cowardly act.
.....:Eventually, I spinted all the way to the birch forest...in which I gently lent my forehead onto a thin tree. I let out a sigh, my body heaving from the intense run. "I am a fool....mother..." I called out to you, shaking my head heavily against the birch tree, in which the bark peeled from easily. However, as soon as I had arrived, I regonized hoofbeats in the near distance. My body froze, before I turned to try and regonize my company. You see, mother....it was that doe again, the one with the black and white fur and array of feathers on their head. I could feel my eyes widen as I turned to face the doe, reluctant to bow to my company. She returned the favor before...what? She was dancing? I tilted my head, furrowing my brow at the random burst into song. Yet...I've always been a fan of dancing...you see...and I often find myself practicing classics like the waltz...and other various genres....so naturally, I implied myself to join her practice, grinning all the while. I spun, allowing my long legs to carry me with the imaginary tune. She followed suite. I don't think I could count how long we danced for, before I felt that clever gust sweep through the air. You were calling me again. But I didn't want to return. I didn't want to leave this clever dance....only to gently rest near your gaze. I couldn't....
.....:But your power is imense...mother, and I cannot disobey your orders. I knew my face was probably shaped in a frown as I stopped dancing with the doe, and I could feel my posture lowering and in a poor shape. My ears pinned to my head, as I turned towards the sky, then back to the doe. Slowly, I apporached her, nuzzling her near her neck. Gently...I whispered into her ear, "When the sun dissapears...I will see you again...."











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Sorry if I didn't cover all of Wudiin's stories this time around, as I haven't had much time to write lately.
Also, I'm so incredibly glad you liked your picture, Misako! It's the least I could do.
Happy hopping and galloping to all! <3
-Shimmy


2.21.10- One year typo fix. Sorry for spamming by updating it. C: If you see any typos, please remind me ! Thanks!
~Shimmy