Ancient and time-worn, but not beaten down, the nameless deer enters the clearing in a slow, stately walk. His head nods in time, his eyes half-lidded, giant tines showing him to be ancient. He stops for a moment and scents the air, suddenly turning to face a little fawn. He studies the odd creature for a few moments with a look of great curiosity. Though no words are spoken, the message is clear:
Little child of the forest, are you lost? You seem confused.
He steps a little closer, reading the pictogram. Fated? What a name!
Perhaps, little child, I might help you? There is a look of gentle kindness in his soft brown eyes as he lowers his head to look directly at the child, while staying a few paces away.
It didn't take long at all for the great stag to catch the boy's attention. He'd been moving at a slow creep, shuffling and dragging his new hooves through the half-frozen straw that tickled his knees and ankles in the most unsettling ways. His eyes were dark- not what anyone had remembered them to be, if they recalled anything of the child at all; they rose to meet those of the aged creature. Flat-faced and without a name, apparently without a voice, as well.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came and he instead felt his body recoil. In fear? Surely, he wasn't afraid of a fellow deer, was he? Perhaps it was the beasts size that had such an effect.. the fawn, after all, had spent much of his time until now at the mercy of giants! Not that anyone would believe such a thing...
A step back. Another. Two more to distance himself from the stranger, he wasn't so sure to be trusted just yet. Pale lips finally allowed a horse sound to escape that was supposedly meant to be a voice. He tried again and his words came in the form of a labored whisper,
The aged stag bows deep, backing up a little as well. His breath creates little clouds of mist, pure white against the dark backdrop.
Little child. I do not mean harm.
He smiles, as only one with a human face could do, then lowers himself so that he is sitting. The stag winces at the contact of the cold ground, but soon settles down, glancing out and up at the little fawn. He kicks one hoof, clearing a patch of dirt beside himself.
Little lost one, you are no longer lost. You are found. Will you sit beside me? You seem rather chilled.
He dips his head, closing his eyes, then suddenly turns to look at the sky. It was clear now, clear as a frozen crystal lake, but the air was bitterly cold. Surely the little fawn would be miserable without some warmth?
He smiles sadly for a second, but it is lost in the warmth that again takes over his face. The snow collects upon his numerous tines and down his back as he awaits an answer.
The fawn's gaze followed the great animal that shifted, only paces away. The way he settled so calmly in the chilled grass, holding the child's eyes to his own, warm and welcoming. They smiled as his mouth did. The expression was vaguely foreign to the lost fawn, but it didn't seem to be threatening or deceitful at all.
He took tentative steps closer, head bobbing cautiously with each footfall as he neared the stag. His head ducked and he leaned an inch, stealing a whiff- earthy, musky, alien.. warm. Perhaps his nameless company could become an ally, or even a friend?
Farther words didn't look to be necessary, so he willed himself to settle by the great bulk of brown, pressing close to the heat he provided and tucking his small, colorful frame into itself to retain that so-welcomed warmth. As he lay, he listened to the slow, peaceful breathing of his companion and the near-silent sound of snowfall as it collected and melted on their bodies.
The stag smiles warmly, encouragingly to the fawn as he comes closer, the grin growing wider as the fawn settles beside him.
Little one.
He risks a light sniff of the fawn, but scents smells so odd that he cannot place them. He studies the child again, head tilted to the side, the closes his eyes and lets a smile grace his lips. It didn't really matter where the fawn had come from, did it? The little child was here now.
The ancient stag wrapped closer to the thin frame, cradling it in his warmth and shielding it as much as he could from the frozen, frigid flakes. Slowly, quietly, the ancient stag began to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber, still wrapped tightly around the frail body.
Keep in mind this is not 'Tyerk'. The fawn you are reading about is his reincarnation, but it is not him. It will not even share his name. The only memory it has are the ones made here and of the Gods.
*curiousnosepoke* I'll never
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...! Reusing the pictogram,
Reusing the pictogram, or...?
I don't recycle my pictos.
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Dwah ~ Cute
Mhmmm~
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*Confused* '=D
If you don't understand,
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/curious
I'm thinking Tyerk(However
It is and.. it isn't, at the
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Y'know I found this in
Could it be...?
Ookami: What do you suspect,
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I suspect that Tyerk and
Nameless isn't a
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Hmmm.... I shall search
I shall search deeper then.
=3
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Hmmm... I rememeber poking
I can't wait to see where this is going. <3
Ancient and time-worn, but
Little child of the forest, are you lost? You seem confused.
He steps a little closer, reading the pictogram. Fated? What a name!
Perhaps, little child, I might help you? There is a look of gentle kindness in his soft brown eyes as he lowers his head to look directly at the child, while staying a few paces away.
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Cold. It didn't take long at
Cold.
It didn't take long at all for the great stag to catch the boy's attention. He'd been moving at a slow creep, shuffling and dragging his new hooves through the half-frozen straw that tickled his knees and ankles in the most unsettling ways. His eyes were dark- not what anyone had remembered them to be, if they recalled anything of the child at all; they rose to meet those of the aged creature. Flat-faced and without a name, apparently without a voice, as well.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came and he instead felt his body recoil. In fear? Surely, he wasn't afraid of a fellow deer, was he? Perhaps it was the beasts size that had such an effect.. the fawn, after all, had spent much of his time until now at the mercy of giants! Not that anyone would believe such a thing...
A step back. Another. Two more to distance himself from the stranger, he wasn't so sure to be trusted just yet. Pale lips finally allowed a horse sound to escape that was supposedly meant to be a voice. He tried again and his words came in the form of a labored whisper,
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The aged stag bows deep,
Little child. I do not mean harm.
He smiles, as only one with a human face could do, then lowers himself so that he is sitting. The stag winces at the contact of the cold ground, but soon settles down, glancing out and up at the little fawn. He kicks one hoof, clearing a patch of dirt beside himself.
Little lost one, you are no longer lost. You are found. Will you sit beside me? You seem rather chilled.
He dips his head, closing his eyes, then suddenly turns to look at the sky. It was clear now, clear as a frozen crystal lake, but the air was bitterly cold. Surely the little fawn would be miserable without some warmth?
He smiles sadly for a second, but it is lost in the warmth that again takes over his face. The snow collects upon his numerous tines and down his back as he awaits an answer.
The fawn's gaze followed the
The fawn's gaze followed the great animal that shifted, only paces away. The way he settled so calmly in the chilled grass, holding the child's eyes to his own, warm and welcoming. They smiled as his mouth did. The expression was vaguely foreign to the lost fawn, but it didn't seem to be threatening or deceitful at all.
He took tentative steps closer, head bobbing cautiously with each footfall as he neared the stag. His head ducked and he leaned an inch, stealing a whiff- earthy, musky, alien.. warm. Perhaps his nameless company could become an ally, or even a friend?
Farther words didn't look to be necessary, so he willed himself to settle by the great bulk of brown, pressing close to the heat he provided and tucking his small, colorful frame into itself to retain that so-welcomed warmth. As he lay, he listened to the slow, peaceful breathing of his companion and the near-silent sound of snowfall as it collected and melted on their bodies.
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The stag smiles warmly,
Little one.
He risks a light sniff of the fawn, but scents smells so odd that he cannot place them. He studies the child again, head tilted to the side, the closes his eyes and lets a smile grace his lips. It didn't really matter where the fawn had come from, did it? The little child was here now.
The ancient stag wrapped closer to the thin frame, cradling it in his warmth and shielding it as much as he could from the frozen, frigid flakes. Slowly, quietly, the ancient stag began to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber, still wrapped tightly around the frail body.
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Beautiful, once again. I love
*tracking*
Cute story and beautiful
I'm loving this so far...
Thank you, everyone.
If you have any questions, let me know. It'll continue sometime this evening, once I have the artwork done. :3
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ohh so cool
so cool <3
I just keep wondering what will happen when he meets certain deer.
Keep in mind this is not
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No idea why I'm not tracking
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I see. I understand now.
*tracks*
Bumping this to remind
III
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