Writing for Redkora
drawing Quad as a wolf, but also because I feel like you really need some gift writing too. Enjoy
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He was observant today. He had no desire to speak, only to see, listen, and smell the Forest. He walked past the old Ruins, stopping close to the Old Oak to watch a couple of fawns run by.
Silly children..., the stag thought to himself.
He carried on, taking in the sweet smells from the trees. The lovely smell of sap from the oak trees filled his lungs and made him reminisce of the Forest many years ago. His ears rose in time to hear doves calling to one another overhead. He closed his eyes for the moment and enjoyed the world around him.
Red...kora...
He opened his eyes. Did he just hear something? No, there were no others around him. He must have imagined it.
And then, something much different occurred. He got the slightest whiff of another scent in the air, only it was no longer the tree sap smell. No, this was something else. Something
sweeter.
The stag followed the smell. He passed curious fawns and nameless stags, painted does and sleeping bucks. The scent was much stronger the further into the Birch Forest he went. He soon was far away from any other deer, and as he neared the the fountain upon the top of the hill, the air was thick with the wonderful smell.
There he saw something he had never laid eyes upon. Within the circle of mushrooms was a beautiful
Japanese cherry blossom, the blooms on it a wonderful shade of pink. And just below the tree was a
little pagoda.