I'm sleepy.
It felt so good to run, it felt even better to fight again. Before that, though, I met a kind doe...Mozart? I couldn't read her pictogram very well. She was probably laughing at my awkwardness, I wish I could've asked one of my friends about how to act. Does are confusing, confusing, and just plain confusing

...but they smell wonderful.

Gustiro. I've seen him a few times before, usually around Celeste and Nacadia. I must admit that his rack intimidated me. Just for a minute, though. I got out of his way eaisily enough, leaping and ducking. My horns are starting to curl now, it is odd and it's probably why I lost so badly. His antlers locked into their curve and I couldn't help but be flung when he swung his head. Trees are not friends when fighting, they are the enemy.

Why are my horns curling? I haven't a clue. They catch on everything I get near, and have even scratched up a couple does. I've tried to break them by ramming rocks and trees but nothing seems to work. While trying to get rid of the awful things I heard whispers on the wind about some huge fight that went on...involving Kozan. It didn't bother me more than a flower on my horns would, but they said that he was gravely hurt. That isn't acceptable. Kozan, that little stag that reminds me of human Zan...no. It isn't acceptable at all. When I get the chance, I'll find him and make sure he's still alive. As much as I dislike him, I can't see him dead.

...Not yet anyhow...