A forest, deep and cool, would beckon anyone with a wish to escape the heat. The Endless Forest would beckon those who wished to escape the world. A gentle glow seemed to radiate from every leaf, the sun trying hard to peek through a canopy so tall it is hard to see... if you ever do, that is. Beneath that canopy of Pine and Oak is where our story takes place. Our story, though, is about none other than a stag of this Endless Forest. More precisely, a stag that goes by the name
which is pronounced as "Moss."
[center]The trees were just endless streams of brown stripes against his eyes as he moved. A brisk trot had his legs swinging like alternating pendulums. Moss moved through the forest effortlessly and carried with him the rhythm of this place: A tap-tap of hooves and heart. That tapping turned into a low rumble in his ears, mingling with the noise of the blood rushing through them as trees rushed past. The stag hardly paid mind to the world around him as he exercised still-waking muscles in the morning air. The cool air enrobed him, even daring to weave through unkempt fur and kiss his bi-colored skin. The branches of saplings flicked white tines, creating more noises to add to the symphony of things going on in his world.
So many things, so many noises, yet all of them ground quickly to a halt. Two taps was all it took. Two taps that sounded like hoof on wood. Two taps that echoed through the forest and caught Moss's large ears. It seemed as if the whole world took a break. Everything paused.
Tap, tap. The stag's eyes scanned for the sound. He looked left and right, spinning in an almost complete circle. His ears rotated like satellites on steroids. A grunt, and the stag again heard the tap-tapping.
