.....:My body ached throughout every inch of my silver flesh, and I dreaded the moment when I finally came to conciousness. I could smell the dreadful liquid which was dripping from my veins, and I didn't dare stand up. Everything was painful, sores in my side....yet it didn't seem quite as bad as when my mother hadn't been in best of moods. I raised my head, cringing my eyes tighter together as I felt my muscles flex in an agonizing movement. I crashed my head back onto the cool ground, which was finally drying after the storm passed through while I had layed unconcious during that night. My entire mind was in a haze, I couldn't seem to focus on a single thing around me. Not a single smell, sight....nothing that extended outside my own boundries which was my flesh. It was only that I layed for what seemed like hours, that I stood ever-painstakingly in attempts to find something that may ease such pain that my wounds induced within me. I thank the gods my heart had stopped pounding for the time being, perhaps it was too busy trying to add it's pain to my other wounds.
.....:I came to sitting on a hill near the ruin, a supposed favorite spot of mine, one could say. I let my ears lax and wander, trying to desperatly to listen for that musical sound of hoovebeats that my ears seemed to be lacking recently. Suddenly, another doe approached, and I swiveled my head to locate the company. They sat as well,and as it seemed, they also appeared to be no danger. I nodded my head, not attempting to stand as the pain was much too great. We sat for awhile, letting our minds wander as the haze of the forest was presented before our eyes in a spectrum of colors across the landscape. Though, I felt as if, I probably shouldn't be with others, as my wounds were most unsightly. I rose to my hooves, bowing as a sort of thanks for her company, before I slowly made my way to another hill I've often taken favor to resting upon.



.....:Reaching the top of the monstrous obstacle, I tried desperatly to keep myself from collasping. My body felt as if the ground was the sky, and every direction was swiveling in utmost insanity. My eyes blurred in and out of focus, a feverish heat inside my brain pounding with the beat of my ill heart. A cough escaped my lungs, and raptured my throat in a painful gasp. throughout this, I was trying desperatly to look towards the clearing sky, blissful with it's colorful tones of blues and light aquas. "This anger...so insanely brought by one death, causing such rapture throughout this forest...and to what extent? Sha'll more death...be a daily occurance?" I spoke to myself, my voice slowly descending into a whisper ridden with a rough texture. "Will you be one to join it?" A voice answered, which I soon regonized that to be of my supposed 'mother'. I...suppose I didn't care...for if I was speaking to myself... it at least allowed my thoughts to become less scrambled. I truly didn't care for much anymore. "I won't allow my anger to be driven into murder. My mind isn't lead by such atrocities." I replied, reality slowly fading away as I realized my voice wasn't even being exhaled into words. My mind was speaking to an invisible reply, now. "Yes, but it is led by pity and unseen lies." The feminine words quickly shot back, without a moments delay in their answer. "Nime....luna de plata.... then what is yours driven by? If you are one so intent on keeping track of her only son... " Reality was continuing to fade, the ache within my body slowly faded into a darkness which only containted that of my words and my 'mother's'. "You've changed." It replied, soft, a gentle tone overwhelmingly carressing the sentence. "So have you, mi luna..." I answered, a sadness taking over my words. "Why do you now only choose to be so kind... has something caused such a change...?" She paused, and I felt my body grow heavy, but I still couldn't seem to grasp my reality as it slowly drifted away into this piercing darkness which it was now becoming. "No. Nothing has changed."



.....:I shot open my eyes, a bright forest now focusing into my vision. I...hadn't fallen here...where was I? My head was already off the ground, my body placed in a sitting position. How did I arrive here? I seemed to be facing someone, and I struggled to toss away the blur in my sight to try and identify what exactly I was seeing. Ah...now I remembered. I looked upon the sleeping form, one which was covered in that deadly red liquid which seemed to pool around each wound. A terrible feeling was caught in my gut, as I barely whiffed the scent of the blood which was radiating it's sickening smell. I paused, looking down to my own body, noticing it's wounds also, tainted my white fur with a feverish red. The stag moved, and I stood against the pain which I could feel returning. He had...only inflicted a few of these wounds.... but not all. I backed away, knowing that perhaps, if his anger snapped, I wouldn't be the only one to be afflicted by it. Surprisingly, when he stood, that flickering wrath which he normal carried within his eyes now only seemed to simmer beneath the pain which now flooded over them. I bowed, caught by the obvious torture his eyes now held within. When I reaching eye level once again, I felt sick to my stomach. He killed one, innocent fawn. But..I witnessed the fawn forgive him... I saw as a blunder in his burden was lifted from his heavy shoulders as the young deer smiled so tenderly to the broken stag. And now, he was repaid with nothing but tears at his body and bits of his mind being stolen from him by that of those unwilling to forgive. I bowed again, but he seemed unchanged. He still held the same, broken posture, and that same sadness still lingered deep within his eyes. I backed away, looking behind me as I saw the faintest sight of the pond not in the far off distance. I turned back to him, pleading with my eyes for him to follow. He needed his strength, and whether it came in the form of liquid or within his will to keep moving, I didn't do much to differentiate.



.....:I could hear his limping gait not far behind me, as every step he took was offbeat and incredibly reluctant. Though, we did eventually reach the pond, and I stepped into the cool lake with eager intent. I turned around, stepping backwards into the water, watching as he still approached in careful steps. He reached the shoreline, his front hooves barely touching the small, short waves that rippled from the Crying Idol's stream. Every wound upon seemed to ache, as I now looked at his with an even closer reality. I knew, he still must be angered at me...but I presumed he was much more joyful to also see my pelt striken red with wounds. It's a sick thought, I suppose, but it seemed fit to one so rejected by the forest's kindness. Was I also tainted? He killed a fawn, no doubt considered 'sin' to others... but why did I think that perhaps, he didn't deserve such draining punishment? Hadn't his mind....gone through enough? I looked him straight in the eye now, closing the gap between the two of us. I turned my face off towards the side, still letting space linger between us. "You are forgiven by more than just one..." I continued moving towards the side, before breaking into a painful sprint away from the water. My heavy head, I believe, fell into a sleep not soon after.




......:I awoke to a blanket of white engulfing the cool, wet air, and my sight, which could see not far past my own hooves, was eased by it's pleasant untainted color. I took a deep breath in, inhaling the moist air with greeting satisfaction. Fog. I suppose one could call it my favorite of any weather choice the gods seem to decide upon. I rose my head, my muscles straining to let me lift my body as the aching wounds protested so desperatly to not allow such strenuous behaivor. I fought them, adjusting my posture to one much more acceptable than what my previous slouch seemed to be.



.....:I wandered about the forest, gleaming in the misty white air, making me invisible to that of a passerby. I guess I could compare to that of a triumphant freedom, that noone sha'll judge me or that mi luna cannot even see me. As I wandered in and out of the birch forest, I noticed various sillouettes blurring in the far off mist, trying so desperatly to protect themselves from the far-off howls of wolves. I never feared these creatures, they don't seem much to deliver any sort of fright. I have, not once, seen such a creature wander through the forest, so I presumed them to be desparate whiners that hated the fog. Surely their smell could guide their way, but all I could hear was that annoying echoe of a wolves howl that ran throughout the forest. Eventually, I stumbled upon my favorite spot, sleeping soundly for ages, before dissapearing in a cloud of purple smoke. Nothing ached as I slept...nothing seemed to bleed...every beat of my heart was sound.... I cannot stress how much a comfort it is.



......:When I awoke far long after, I was saddened by the now visible landscape, the fog still clinging to the air in attempts to stay for just moments longer. The clouds, which were now grounded, flew across the landscape in quick whisps of silver, traveling at miraculous speeds. It was not long after that I was greeted by a far off stag, with a bird-like mask, black and white pelt, and a set of lighter antlers. I paused for a moment, regonizing whom exactly they were. Sir Corvus...that was his name. I froze my eyes glancing to the sky for a fleeting moment as a far off whisper traveled past my ears and straight into my mind. "Oh and before you mention Polt and Wudiin again? You have no idea how awkward I feel when I'm there with them..." No...that was not my mother's voice, although a faint whisper seemed to echoe off of it. It was....Sir Corvus'. But...his lips did not move and no voice erupted from him. I came back to reality, bowing politely as I looked back to the stag. "Excuse me..." I whispered, before blending back into the fog as I struggled to run away. The pain...it all returned in one excruciating pulse, my beat afire with pain and my wounds leaking the same feeling. I wouldn't stop running, no...not until I heard....no. I couldn't think, pain was overtaking my entire body. I remember though, running in a series of circles, only stopping to look at Sir Corvus for a few moments before taking off again. My entire body....it now ached in a ravenous pain, which clawed so desperatly at every fiber of my body.