vent? not sure. m for implied language/themes


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goddamn demons in the street
take their time, it's time of mine
knife in throat's always a treat
twists my neck; it's fine, it's fine

air too thick with purple haze
can't percieve a thing infront
swallow drops of acid glaze
such a pretty little

spinning spiders through the air
you never stop lying
dirty fingers through your hair
admit it, babe; you're crying

I'll leave you in the street
you're out of luck this time
I hope you feel the heat
inhaling white lines

What is the old version in which you can stay white skin how skin without that dispel? c:

My brother.
My sister.

We loved to sing. And we loved music.

From the moment we were born, we wanted to explore and play.
One day, we swore, that our small hooves would one day grow big and strong enough to walk the entire forest.

My brother. Bright as the light of the moon , with a black star on his forehead. Like a morning star.
My sister. Beautiful, black as night. As midnight.

Morning star. Midnight.

When we sang, did they hear us? The other fawns, the does, and the stags?
I think they did. But did we sing very well?

They seemed a bit scared of us.

They would always turn away, run away. Why did they look at us like that?
Mama, it`s making us sad. Though they`re only playing, right?
Daddy, why did you become so angry?

Why did you yell at the others? We didn`t understand. Not really.

So we kept singing.

Until the day the sun stopped moving in the sky.
Until the day they needed us again.

The past was the past, and it doesn`t matter to us. We are the midnight and the morning star, and we understood what that meant now. What we had to do.

We won`t forgot you, Mama, Daddy. We saw the tears in your eyes, and we`re sorry for that.
Thank you for trying to protect us. Thank you for loving us.

So we became the stars.

Do you see us sometimes? We like dancing through the stars.

Shush...

If you listen very closely, you might hear us singing.

"Mama, what are those, up there?"
"Those are stars, my sweets. They help the moon light up the night, so that the moon doesn`t feel so lonely."
"They`re so bright, Mama...."
The doe smiled.
"Perhaps, one day, you will shine brighter than the stars, my children."
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So that`s it. Also, the last part with the dialouge takes place in the past.

Hope you like it, Orinoco! (I`m not sure if it`s my best. Lol)

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*read more*

I was bored and roleplaying sounded like a lot of fun. Open for anyone to join~

The fog was to be expected. He had heard of what Osias's lands looked like from the spirits around the ruins, and occasionally seen for himself the first few feet of the entrance through the flies near Laghodessa's resting place. It bugged the old demon a little, knowing that portal had been so close all this time, and that he never bothered to try entering until now. He always had a good reason to try entering... Yet he never left his beloved's side to enter.

At least until now.

To most that enter, the fog would be considered blinding. The moisture of the heavy fog seemed enough to soak the fur of any living trespasser. The only thing aside from the dense mist would be the multi-colored souls floating yards over the ground. Those floating close to the ground or close to the trees would be the only indicator that anything but fog even existed here.

The old demon was not exactly ‘most deer’.

Walking with a heavy step, he keeps his head low to avoid unnecessary collisions with souls too slow to float out of his path. He kept his backmost set of eyes closed, them being useless in the current conditions. However, the middle and front rows gave him a more than ideal view of everything going on. He could spot the souls, the auras of anything alive, changes in temperature, and the infrared lighting outlining the environment. This would be more than enough to navigate here.

Having trudged along in the realm for some time, he finally stops short in what could only be dubbed as a clearing in the dark forest.

”Hnn… Where is… he…”

The Tale rests below… Care to listen?

Denali's bio: ♥


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The bleat of a fawn echoed off the trees of the birch forest. Twig legs kicked wildly as it fled the woods for the safety of it's mother's embrace.
The doe sniffed at the fawn, nudging him while checking him for scrapes and bruises. None more than at her last inspection.
"Denali," she said, greeting her son. He gave a feeble whimper in return. He moved to cradle his mother's head with his. The yearling's floppy, too-large ears were flat against his head with the pressure. She turned her head and gently pushed him into a laying position with her velvet nose. She curled herself around him, and they both fell asleep.
Scorching heat singed Denali's spotted pelt, jerking him awake. The fawn squeezed his smarting eyes shut. He wailed his discomfort, and stumbled to his feet.
Everywhere he turned there was fire. Blinding, white-hot pain shot through his trembling body accompanied by adrenaline.
The energy that charged him was not pleasent. It was pure fear, like ice coursing through his veins.
Denali squalled and flailed his tiny hooves, jabbing at his invisible enemy that was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He soon gave up the fight and ran, his throat burning and eyes watering, but he did not open them. It hurt too much. Even if he had, a thick cloud of black smoke blanketed the ground, everything was hidden from view. The fawn kept going, constantly falling over, cuts criss-crossed his knobby knees where he hit the ground.
A flash of light, a changing landscape; Denali did not react. He was in shock, beyond fear and crying out in agony to anyone who could hear.
A rock scratched his hoof, and he tripped over it, landing in a heap in a patch of violet flowers. He could not get up. His bloodshot eyes fluttered open, though, and although he saw, his vision was clouded. He saw a doe standing over him.

It was Sage.