Amadahy

"There's something wrong with that fawn, Kita."
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Not right. Different.
She backs away from it, the little creature without a name. It pushes its head into her fur and she pushes back the fear that rises.
He gives up, trying something else.
...Falling into the pond?
Then again, he's safe and sound, just fine. Kita's frightened, then scolding him, but she can't hear what the doe is saying anymore.

There's something odd...
She runs, away from him, away from the little group, thoughts buzzing like annoying little flies around and around her head.
Stop and go- she darts and stops suddenly, thoughts taking a myriad of paths, but never the one she wants.
Why?
He's there, all of a sudden- that little fawn. Ama calms suddenly, watching him, ears forward.
"What do you want, little fawn...?" She mutters, observing him.

Sadness. Fear. Longing. Warmth. She identifies the emotions, but cannot find why. She watches longer, until it's too much. The emotions pile up and she runs.

She finds the pond, staring into the depths. Memories, ones that had come up ever since she had seen Kita for the first time today, surface loud and clear. Memories of the ghost who had been her friend, memories of trying for his mask, come up without any warning, seeming to float on the surface of the pond...just right there, as if he wasn't far away.

She touches them and they shatter as she watches. Head down, she lays before the Twin Gods, wondering if they have the answer.

They do not.

She wonders if maybe she's finally lost it.

...Four days ago. >> Apparently I missed it.
Hey, I joined on February 13th~!


*throws confetti in the air* ^^

[Gift writing for Sonata-who wrote for The Priest. I really hope I don't fail at Chopin's character. :<]

It seems that everything is a song in its own right, a beautiful coalescing of long strings of melodies. Life is nothing but a song to weave one's own music to.

And that is exactly what he did.

Chopin, ever polite, ever the gentleman, loved music. It was his soul, his being, his true self. Music came with ease to the handsome dark blue deer. It tapped through his hooves, ran with him as his hooves beat hard upon the forest floor. He moved to its rhythm and it moved to his.

Tap-TAP, tap-TAP, tap-TAP. The sound of running hooves startled him from his reverie, and he looked up. Red eyes studied the figure as it approached, closer and closer, the drumbeat of hooves growing to a crescendo. Then it was gone in an instant, passing him by without a glance. He didn't mind; he just kept the lovely sound a moment longer, before returning to his own thoughts.

Chopin closed his eyes, letting the world's music surround him. He could hear the wind rushing through the willows above his head, the quiet lapping of the waters below. He could hear the far-off cries of others, the light melodies of birds intertwining with those deep notes. Oh, this music was so different than...than music in other places. It was wild here, untamed, notes falling in a random yet beautiful order. It was music, yes, music he had mastered, had learned to play with his own body. He had come to this place with no expectation of hearing something so precious again.

Chopin had been given a second chance.

[AGH. I think I just killed his character. ;; I'm sorry.
[e:] It's shoooort. ;;]

Amadahy

Some things in life defy explanation. Some things in life make you wonder if you're going mad.
Sometimes I wonder.

What would you say if I told you that sometimes the world simply...freezes. Or rather, all the deer. One minute, they're alive; the next, unresponsive statues, frozen in moments a second before.

Maybe it's not them. Maybe it's me. Perhaps my mind simply stops for a few moments, exploring some other realm.

What's really happening? What would happen if I pushed a little further, walked the line just a little to one side? Would I discover something I didn't want to know?

But I don't have much time to explore. Soon, they're gone, all the little statues, not a wisp of a shadow left.

I am alone.

They come back eventually, but I can't help wondering where they'd gone in the meantime.

[Little short writing. ^^ This is what happens when my internet suddenly disconnects-the deer freeze, then disappear.]

Amadahy

She'd seen it, just laying there, abandoned. White, perfectly rounded and oval...covered in mud. That wasn't right, was it? Not if that was what she thought it was.

Amadahy blinked at the azure waters, making sure of what she saw. It couldn't be. Not his...
His.
She'd heard the rumors...chosen not to believe them. It couldn't happen, not to him.
It did.
The mask was undeniable proof, sitting abandoned at the bottom of the pond, like a child's abandoned toy. So far down...
Maybe she could reach it. Maybe when she did, she'd see that it wasn't his. It'd just be another abandoned mask. Not Furfur's.

The doe stood at the edge of the pond, readying herself to jump. She would swim to the bottom, dredge up whatever was there. She would grasp it, pull it to the surface, find that it wasn't his.

She jumped.

The water parted in little ripples around the small doe, sealing her beneath its clear surface. Ama dove, deeper down, searching through the disturbed mud floating in the water.
There.
Suddenly, the water was choking, pulling her down.
Drowning...
Just inches before the mask. Only inches.
She propelled herself upwards, bursting the surface and landing face-first on the bank, breathing heavily. Slowly, she stood, covered in mud, and turned to face the pond again.
It was his.

[Alec & Kita: Hope you don't mind that she tried to retrieve the mask. >.<]

[Seeing as it's New Year's day and all, I'll warn you that this is somewhat depressing! Sorry. >.<]

The Fawn

Weakness, of body and of mind. I am falling to it. I have sold my soul to the traitor, with less remorse than I should have. Darkweaver? You'll never know. You'll never know that I've let myself trust him, let myself grow closer to his mate...Even knowing what he's done to you, all the horrible things.

And you, Darkweaver, were my first friend.

If he knows a way out of here...then so be it. I want out; I'll do anything to escape this endless prison, to get back to mommy and daddy.

They must...miss me...
Unless they've forgotten.

My peacock friend, Ducky? Where are you now? Are you still so frightened? Have I betrayed you, leaving you behind like this?

My kindred soul, Anko. Where are you? Do you lurk within the shadows still? Do you still look for me, wait for me? Or have you forgotten?

Ah, Leonard, Listless...Leonard. I remember that I confided my soul in you. You and I are kindred souls as well, in mind and in body. Have you fallen to your brother's control, Leonard, and forgotten me? Have you forgotten what I told you?

Have you forgotten that I am dying?

Worse, this illness gets. Worse. I am losing ground. I have my good days, but...not lately. I cannot move much anymore. Not without fits of coughing, dry and prolonged, so long that I think they might never end, fits that bring about rolling headaches...

My body, too, is weak. I fear it cannot hold me anymore. I don't know. It's such a frail balance, a scale weighted against me. Cold winds come to steal my breath even farther away.

I am losing the fight.
I must get out of here, must escape the pull of the Twins.
If I don't...
If I don't...
I don't know what will happen.

[Again, it's early in the morning, so I have no idea how this sounds. >.< ]