part one: Conjoined




Long had they sensed Death's lingering in the desolate woods. It was no shock when they found her.
For years they watched as the infection of old age slowly poisoned their mother's body. Years in isolation made her unrecognizable to any who might have once known her. Her mouse brown pelt was long since replaced with dull and ragged fur. Long ago had her voice gone hoarse and breathing raspy.
When they found the old doe's body, they did not touch her. They did not speak aloud.
They stood over their mother's form, waiting in vigil.
But they did not stay for long.
They departed early in the next morning, dew clinging to strands of grass and sticking to the fur of their pelt.
They wandered deep into the uncharted woods in which they had lived all their life.
And they would run swiftly.
And they would listen alertly.
And they would step softly as to go unnoticed.
For they knew their predators.
And they would give them no opportunity.
Still in the forest is a legend, an old wives tale for curious young fawns. Telling of a doe who years ago, gave birth to a monstrosity.
Some say she fled into the woods, and the offspring died shortly after.
Others say it devoured her, and still lives in the untamed portions of the forest.
Perhaps someone will see her sons one day, if just for a moment.
And story will spread of the demon that walks in the woods.




Walk not in the deep forests alone, child.
The forsaken lurk in those woods.

updated.
part two: Conjunction



What could the gods have meant in this?
What had she done to be punished with such a burden?
She was so young and healthy, as was their father.
It was an embarrassment. A disgrace.
She had given birth to demons, fused into the same form. Hideous, unhealthy abominations.
They shouldn't have lived through their first week.
She knew she would never find another mate after this, everyone knew it. The gods had put a curse on her, no stag would trust her to carry their offspring, not after seeing what it would result in.
And thus, she did the only thing she could. She became a recluse, moving to the empty edges of the forest, raising her sons in isolation. She was a stern and cold and bitter mother, but she tried hard to keep them alive. Whether it was out of love for them or spite for those that ostracized her, they would never know.
She taught them how to survive.
She warned them of strong predators, how they could kill them if given the chance.
And so they learned to run swiftly.
She warned them of stealthy predators, how they could sneak up on them and subdue them if they are not wary.
And so they learned to listen alertly.
She warned them of the cruelty of others, the things they would do to them if they were seen.
And so they learned to step softly and go unnoticed.
Eventually her fur grew shagged and her breath shallow.
She would spend many nights screaming into the sky.
She raged against her old mate.
She raged against those which derided her.
She raged against the gods that had cheated her.
She raged deep into the night, her shouts were her son's only lullabies.
When they had awoken the one morning, the air was still.
After so many years, the gods had finally taken their mother's voice away, along with her breath.

Hey everyone, just popping in to say I won't be on the community/msn/etc. for a while. A few days ago my computer crashed into an unsurvivable state, due to some virus or another. It barely turns on before nasty issues start to show up. I'll need to have the entire thing wiped completely of everything I had on it, and I can't really afford to have stuff recovered. Which rather sucks because I had a ton of important (to me anyway) stuff on it. That aside, it also means I'll need to re-download the forest and messenger before anyone will be seeing me again on either.
Anyway I probably won't have my baby fixed until the end of the month or maybe longer, right I'm borrowing a laptop just to let you all know that I'm not dead~ (:
I hope I don't miss too much in my absence (I know I probably will... )
♥

whatamIdoingwhatamIdoingwhatamIdoing-
this is all Mattie's fault, yeah I'm talking to you lady! ♥

placeholder for what will later be the throne of Tamaki Suoh.

update:

I've noticed I draw almost all my deer with both human and deer faces...
anyway, it means he can have either, but by default he has a deer.
Tried imitating the style, failed horribly :DD

*Beware Of Blinding CSS*

A man sat on the bench of a park, it was dark; about an hour or two past midnight, and clouds had hidden the moon and stars, save for a few rare patches in the sky were a few isolated stars shone with cold pinpoint light.
The grounds were empty. Completely deserted and still, as if untouchable by time.
Of course the ground were empty, it was freezing. Ice had glazed over the white snow which had fallen earlier. No grass was visible, the trees were stripped, vulnerable to the wind which whipped at their bark. You could hear them wail and cry as the wind rushed through the limbs of the trees.

On this cold wooden bench the man sat alone, he was crying.
Hot tears roll down his cheeks, they sting his eyes, they stain his face, they drip down his chin onto his lap.
Gloved fingers clutching pale blond hair.
His body heaves and shudders with his breathing.
He hunches over, cradling his head in his hands.
Why was he crying, he asked this to himself every time.
For nothing.
And absolutely everything.
Everything brought together and delivered in one upheaval of emotion. So many things at once that one single reason would not explain a fraction of it.
His lungs convulsed, and he choked as he struggled to take in air, unable to catch his breath.

It continued for a while.
It continued until he was subdued to nothing more than a few whimpers, as a few more burning tears crawled down his face, and his hands lay numbly in his lap.
His face was flushed, his eyes were drained to a dull shade.
He lifted the bottle from the ground next to him and took a few sips. He didn't have the energy to drink more, and dropped it into the crackling ice covered snow.

He turned himself to lay on his back, knees bent so he could fit on the bench. His face was towards the sky but his eyes were closed. The cold air froze against his slowly drying skin.
He was breathing.