This is a very old reply regarding Kit and Fran's meeting, but I liked it enough to add more.

Note to Alec and Emily: This is kind of a continuation of the triangle, so you can feel free to add it to the collection IF you see fit.
I'm sorry that all I do is communicate Fran's emotions rather than her taking action. Fear not, though! She will take action soon, but the only thing is that.. it's Fran, so it's not going to be very fun or very nice, and I'm kind of dreading that ^^;;








After living in the Forest for several months, Fran was actually having fun. For the first time in her new deer-life, she had found a party and so she took it by the antlers and throttled it for all its worth.
There having never been a mute button you could stick on the Franny, and she found that most deer were pretty much the same as people in the sense that they would run away screaming "shut up shut up" as soon as she opened her mouth to serenade them, but this group--er, herd--cheered her on as she bellowed out a very punk American Pie.

Needless to say, they had been jamming for a while, even though the deers' acapella certainly wasn't anything close to Godsmack. When the herd decided to take their party elsewhere, she was easily out-striding them, muscles chugging mechanically beneath her bristly coat. The intense boredom she'd felt during her residence of the forest was already unable to keep up with the doe, so she kicked up her heels and began bounding, sailing, flying over deer who were dozing in that weak autumnal sunshine. A few does were convinced by the white tines that had been gifted to her and looked up with interest at what they thought was an impressive twitterpated stag.

She threw her head back and ignored the stabbing pain in her neck. She lifted her tail and let it flow in the wind like a banner and galloped on the very tips of her hooves, much to the delight of the few does she'd attracted. When they seemed interested enough, Fran flipped her mask back and did her best Lil' Wayne impression.

Yeaaaaaaa BOIIIII!

The does of course left with their noses in the air, and Fran smiled coldly. Figures. Besides the small herd she'd come across, the Forest did not agree with Fran. Their loss.

The constantly moving party was making their way towards the ruins with them all bounding in loose circles in that direction. Fran had been trying to explain to one of them, a red unicorn-ish stag, about being in a moshpit (not an easy task while running in circles and the individual hasn't even heard of The Misfits) when

Aw, Jesus. Stop shining that light in my eye..

Somebody had obviously angled a mirror at her face and boy, it sure felt like somebody had taken a hammer to her forehead. She crunched her eyes closed and stumbled backwards in confusion to bump up against a tree. The clattering hooves of the herd had stopped and when the light shifted away from her face, Fran began to pick up from where she left off, but of course
Oh my gawwwwd, who keeps on doin' that? Her voice bubbled angrily from between clenched teeth as she squinted, sidestepped, and saw a blazing white doe.

Infuriated that somebody had pressed the pause button (and hard) on her fun, she took a few steps towards the doe, but then she saw her.. shaking.
The sun was covered by some scrappy clouds and the doe lost her blaze and slowly came into focus. She was sad. So.. sad. And she shivered.

Something made all the anger inside her float away and suddenly, she too felt sad like that doe.
Sad? No, it was.. compassion.
The doe trembled again and shook her head in thought. She looked so cold.

So

cold



everything was a stifling gray fog. her eyes hurt. she couldn't move her arms or legs. even her chest felt severely taut.
a sound was echoing around in her head and the gray began to dissipate more and more until she saw
those eyes

they were the blue of the jewelry her sister had bought in Arizona. the jewelry she wore every day after that. the jewelry that had let her know that the dead thing in the car was her sister.


jewelry eyes

topaz eyes


they were almost like doll eyes. the irises nearly took up the entire eye.


jewelry eyes smiled at her and suddenly there were beaming pink lips that made sounds she didn't understand.

what?


the word couldn't form just then; her tongue felt too swollen for her mouth and her chin hurt. felt like she'd nearly bitten through her tongue. it was a familiar feeling.

Fran came a little closer to the doe

you look so cold
she remembered the faint impression of his face, of the pale skin, the ever-rosy cheekbones. jewelry eyes with pink cheeks and a smiling mouth that was so
quiet

so quiet and so cold
silver and silent

…

'How did you know my name is Silver?'


and she almost told her how she looked so cold. Damn, were they handing out Silver's eyes? Where they popular already?
Fran was advancing with a no-doubt quizzical look on her face, but all that registered in her mind was the tragic face surrounded by a glistening white coat.


Closer and closer.
Her head was leveling with the doe's to try and see if those were indeed his eyes and without thinking about it, without a glance to the herd she'd left, she was starting to speak to Silver's eyes.

What's the matter..? They were out and hanging before she could realize what she was doing. Earth to 'tardo! What the FRUIT are you doing?
The doe looked like a puppy that had been yelled at for the first time and Fran was frantically trying to think of a way to scare her off, to save her from knowing somebody like her, when she replied
I am just having a bad day..

A tropical wave came over her and distracted her from trying to get away from the doe. Her voice had been so...
bristly green fur met the semi-ablaze white
what the HELL are you DOING?
as Fran nuzzled her like she'd seen other deer do to each other. It was an alien yet comfortable gesture.
It's alright. C’mon and play with us there was no mocking sneer to be found, no trick up her nonexistent sleeve. Just a smile set in the white mask that was usually her face.



Tabitha Franchise, you disappoint me.




The doe's expression and body language changed with a small nod and she said some more words but all that Fran heard over her brain yelling at her was
...name is Kita.

An anagram! Hadn't he called her Tika before? Tabitha had been too hard for him to pronounce with his accent--what was it again?
When her mind paused to let her body catch up, she found herself laughing and telling the doe her name. Not her first name
Great! My name's Fran.


Great. Yeah.


It'll take her four days to hate your guts.
Hadn't he?

the carousel with her favorite horse, the one with the parrot markings, where they talked and they laughed and she was so close to those doll eyes and the pink mouth she was engulfed by his body heat and
sparks.


Fran... It's a pleasure to meet you.

She just smiled.








Wrong place, wrong time, huh?
Months later.

Itinerary of pain: head, face, eyes, legs, brain.
Last but not least, not by a long shot

Heart.


Fur Fur was replaced by a living stag.
He had replaced her.
Yeah, but.. can you replace a distraction..?

Kit had struggled to keep her friendship with Reed. Friendship. Sure, that’s exactly what he was thinkin’ about.
There’d been Howl, too. A Reed clone.
And there had been Fur Fur.
Had been.


But when he comes back.. Fran croaked to the rock she was staring at. A blister on her cheek began to bleed. Blood mixed with tears.

He would come back. She would be fully replaced. Tossed to the side. A living, breathing thing traded in for nothing but sweet words and the grammatically correct attachment of "mate". That was it.
No fawns. No nuzzles. No protection.




Months after their meeting, months after their declarations of love, many more months after she was accepted by the community of deer



she was alone.








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