Writing for Redkora drawing Quad as a wolf, but also because I feel like you really need some gift writing too. Enjoy


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He was observant today. He had no desire to speak, only to see, listen, and smell the Forest. He walked past the old Ruins, stopping close to the Old Oak to watch a couple of fawns run by. Silly children..., the stag thought to himself.

He carried on, taking in the sweet smells from the trees. The lovely smell of sap from the oak trees filled his lungs and made him reminisce of the Forest many years ago. His ears rose in time to hear doves calling to one another overhead. He closed his eyes for the moment and enjoyed the world around him.

Red...kora...

He opened his eyes. Did he just hear something? No, there were no others around him. He must have imagined it.

And then, something much different occurred. He got the slightest whiff of another scent in the air, only it was no longer the tree sap smell. No, this was something else. Something sweeter.

The stag followed the smell. He passed curious fawns and nameless stags, painted does and sleeping bucks. The scent was much stronger the further into the Birch Forest he went. He soon was far away from any other deer, and as he neared the the fountain upon the top of the hill, the air was thick with the wonderful smell.

There he saw something he had never laid eyes upon. Within the circle of mushrooms was a beautiful Japanese cherry blossom, the blooms on it a wonderful shade of pink. And just below the tree was a little pagoda. The stag was so very curious and so infatuated with the new things that he approached without any thoughts.

As he stepped into the mushroom circle, he felt the spells and gifts given to him vanish. His body was cleansed, and he rested by the tree, observing the pagoda curiously.

Redkora...

His ears perked. The voice was much louder, almost like he heard it close by. He looked at the pagoda, and then started to see a mist flow from the little 'windows'. He did not speak, but simply reflected.

Redkora...what does your heart desire?, the voice asked him.

He didn't answer. He didn't know what response to give. He was in such a wondrous state that all the burdens and pains from the rest of the world did not seem to matter to him.

He had one slight thought in his mind. It was only there for a moment before he lost it.

Redkora...could there be any other as generous as you?, the voice asked. It seemed to have captured the message the stag tried to think, and with the words spoken, he could not control his body. He curled under the tree, shutting his eyes and falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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"Look, everyone! Look!", the fawns cried. Redkora sat up, awoken by the little ones' voices. He was dazed but after a moment his eyes adjusted. He looked over to see what the fawns were so excited about.

Pink trees?, he thought, Pink....oh!

The stag sat up, looking throughout the Forest. The trees, all of them, had been turned into Japanese cherry blossoms. And underneath each one was a pagoda, each looking different from one tree to the next.

The trees would only last for the day, but it was what Redkora asked for. His wish, his desire, came true.

He wanted everyone to experience the amount of joy he had been given.