Eagle is looking for a mate. I have seen that some people write in their deer bios "mate:...."
Do that mean something like girl\boyfriend? If yes, Eagle is looking for one now.
My fawn was born just a few days ago. Like most fawns, he is awkward, but eager to experiment. He's already flying! However, communication is slower going. He's mastered sniffing, bowing, laughing, dancing, and indicating when he has no earthly clue what someone is trying to say to him. *You sniff me, then nod your head... Do you recognize me? I don't recognize you...* How does one remember so many pictograms? *You scratch the ground then lay down... Are you making yourself comfortable? No... You get up, scratch the ground, and lay down again. I lay down beside you, then you stand up and nod before laying down again... I understand now, you want me to lie with you, but I'm young and impatient. There's no time to rest when there's so much to learn.* What's the business with mooing? *When I hear another deer call, near or far, I am compelled to answer, but the actual meaning is lost on me.* So many beautiful stags, with fancy pelts and regal antlers, all impermanent on my fawn. *I want to be big and lovely too.* No, really... How does one remember all those pictograms!? I try to draw them, but it's hard to get a clear view of them, especially when people keep moving around, and I have to keep readjusting myself for a better angle. *Yes, I am parallel deer parking by you, don't give me that funny look, I'm just trying to see that shining image above your head because I want to remember you...*
I wrote a story with the rock hounds with Peirce, but Voice wants to kick some butt too.
As Voice took a glimpse at the lake's reflection, she saw that little silver circle in the sky. Some call it the "Moon". Voice galloped away from the pond and listened to the crickets singing. She could see some deer sleeping in soft patches of grass. Voice wished she could sleep right now. But she couldn't. Voice had a feeling there was trouble coming, and she couldn't sleep on a dark, dangerous, night.
Voice is a ghost. When she was alive she lived with her mother, father, and twin brother as a fawn. One day they found the father's dead body. When Voice grew up, she became more suspicious of her father's death. Then one day her brother killed her. It turned out her brother had killed her father.
Voice tried to search for what was causing her to get this feeling. The crickets' song was interrupted by a sound, like... something was hunting her. "Who's there?" she said, and when no one answered, she started assumed it was her imagination. "Run!" Suddenly, Voice felt something jump onto her back and biting deep into her throat. She screamed as she felt it being pulled off by another deer. Voice turned around and saw a deer with the real deer mask on and the peacock pelt, and he had really huge antlers. The stag was wrestling with a wolf skeleton, which had glowing yellow eyes and icky black stuff all over it. Suddenly she heard a crack, and a yellow crystal fell out of the skull's head. The crystal and the eyes went dim, and the bones scattered apart.
"What... was... th-that?" Voice whispered to the peacock stag. The stag faced her and said, "Rock Hound. A wolf skeleton. They are all after some bluebuck named Quad." he paused. "We better get out of here. Where there is one rock hound theres more." Voice nodded in agreement and they both galloped away.
Once they were sure they were far enough from the site, they searched for shelter.
Those memories are not forgotten
Although the joy of remembering them
Has long since been shattered.
If I ever start to think of you and the good times we shared
It immediately becomes blocked
Your words penetrate my mind
As I turn my head away.
If only I had that protection just a few months earlier
Maybe then I could have let our past fade away
But being who I am
Apart of me wanted to make up and say it was alright
You were at the time still on my mind.
I thought of the person you were
The one I had trusted
Once upon a time
But this second time around
I found out about the monster that hides beneath the mask
That constantly evades and hides your good qualities that I thought you had in the shadows.
While your current deeds shine brightly in the twilight.
I'm glad I had the will to say no
Honestly it didn't take much
But later the words you used stung
Rebound
Rebound
I could say this words a thousand times
And still feel the anger burn inside
I told you you'll regret what you've done
For I deserve respect
And I'm sure as hell not a rebound for someone
To drift to aimlessly and use as they please.
In a relationship all I ask is these simply things
Which will gladly be given in return
Kindness whether it be with words or a small squezze of the hand
I will look to you when I need comfort
But only when necessarry
Leave the drama at the door
If you need to talk I will listen
Politeness a simple gesture is a courtesy
Whether it's opening the door or turning off that dang cell phone
We appreciate it
And you will receive my full attention
On the first outing I won't drill you to death with a thousand questions
I'm merely seeing how you are.
Respect me and my boundaries and my point of view
We don't have to agree but we can respect each others opinions
The same goes for physical affection.
Respect it or else I'll have no other choice to say
Beat it.
I'll be the first to admit I am cautious when it comes to
That's Fae's face, btw.
