Wandering around the forest, I have seen so many different looks on deer. I always looked forward to lady's adulthood when the spells would be permanent. I always toyed with her appearence in my mind, coming up with different ideas:
masks: debating between real deer mask and peacock
pelt: don't get me started, but number 1 choice is peacock
antlers: debating candlers (halloween), fancy antlers, peacock antlers, or magpie
I need the spell for White Dove, dove spell, please? I'd be very grateful. I might be strolling around The Forest, but I'll try to stick to mushroom circles.
The stag sighed, peering in to the water. The forest's magic had changed him a lot. His face was not even a human face anymore, like it had been when he first arrived. His colors, they were odd and unnatural. Even his antlers had been a little changed, blackened.
Iphea wondered what it would be like to change back. He wondered what Roe would think if one day he came up to her and just sneezed a giant sneeze that made everything come loose. All the magic that had settled on him would just disappear in that characteristic puff of blue smoke. He had doubts she would like a deer that was the species found here over the species found outside. But maybe it was just him being... well... paranoid? Could you call it that?
Iphea sneezed. He lay on the ground by the pond for awhile, peering over the edge and in to the water at his human face. It peered back with a forlorn expression, but it was back to the way it had been before the magic, all excepting the color, of course. "I don't know how many times I have changed. Maybe this won't be the last time, but maybe it will." The stag sneezed again, his pelt becoming a suede-inspired brown with white flecks.
Thank the gods he did not shrink.
The beast rose to his hooves and peered around.
"If she finds me, I wonder what she would say."
Iphea traipsed off, peering at the forest, his eyes now in a position akin to predators, though he had always been prey. The stag pressed a hoof to a nearby tree, scraping free some mushrooms and coughing away the mask-spell after he ate them to satisfy the morning hunger in his stomach.
His head slowly raised, nostrils flaring to catch scent, before he moved off to a flower bed to rest among the blooms. Iphea smiled as he rubbed his cheeks in to the flowers, happy to be inconspicuous and naturally-coated among them.
Soft, feathers trailed over the cheeks of one who slept. Those feathers turned to fingers, then those fingers melted away.
The beast opened its eyes. It had been awakened like this for days, as if it were in two worlds at one time.
I'll be old by the time things don't wake me like this anymore.
First front, then rear hooves made the ground tremble and bend as it rose, but only to ants could it be considered an earthquake. The face of this animal swung every-which-way, trying to see everything at once.
You make me cry, trying to tell you how many times? There is no predator here.
His eyes squinted as he pawed the ground in annoyance. Thoughts got annoying sometimes.
The thing walked on long, stilt-like legs until it reached the water. Immediately, it scared away the fish by pressing its face in to the liquid to slosh it around.
I reject this society.
The beast shook clean its face, before taking a long slug of water and wandering off.
Because it rejects me.
The beast wandered past all the colored-pelteds....
