Solitude [..?]

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Not by choice no.
Solitude was a choice for many but for him, a decision made by others.
Fuckers.
Just one those things eh?
Some pretty little people get thrust into the lime-light and the rest stand on the edges waiting to see if they're noticed.
Couldn't even get a fawn to sit with him.
How pathetic was that?

Even when a fawn they wouldn't bat an eye.
A cute doe? No. Don't you dare look at him.
An innocent.
A lost spirit.
A spitfire female.
A child looking for comfort.

It didn't matter.
He couldn't get the time of day no matter which mask he wore.

So why wear a mask?
Why continue this facade?
Why bother, he questioned and it questioned back.

So he ripped his face from that mask and lashed out at everyone.
He tore the part of himself that censored such behavior and took off into the trees.
Who could stop him now?
He would make his new fun without all of them.
He would cast spells on them, regardless of who they were behind their masks.
He would give flowers, whether they wanted them or not.
He would sit on their backs in waking AND sleep.
He would 'steal' their spots.
He would dance on their heads and he would fight.
Often and all the time just for sheer fun.

If they would not treat him as a person he would extend the same courtesy.
You stop treating someone like a person and they stop being one.
He was sure enough proof of that.

The Endless Forest

"So why wear a mask? Why