(bumping since i'm not sure if anyone even saw...:/...or cared...)

The does and stags caw like crows at one another. Pictograms shiver from one to another, but names stay the same at heart.

In a world that seems so peaceful, so endless, the outside world should stay as hush.

But the cawing of the crows makes the forest shiver.

And Anzel watches from her perch, staring at the outside world, from atop her lone hill. And she is scared of the fighting.

So she runs. And runs. And runs.

And wonders where the silent resolutions and kindness have seeped...

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This isn't the forest I've come to know...it's changed...stop the fighting before the wildfire grafts its flames permanently into the forest x.x...

(i'm depressed and i felt like using imagery to express how i feel about all of the fighting...all of the drama....we're deer here...so why can't be be dear to one another...?...please...stop...)

((extra note: anzel is pronounced ann-ZELL, but it originally came from the word angel...still, don't get the pronunciations confused, lol))

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