June 5, 2010 - 7:54am — thecapturedplanet
((I will post two intros, one for Deer and one for Human))
Wafting, drifting on the breeze. The wind. The scent of roses, the soft brush of hooves against ground, a small stag, still a fawn, blue in color, petite in build, thin in frame, eyes shadowed by thick, soft lashes of dark teal above eyes of periwinkle.
From his antlers, no, they could not be called that, for they had no tines, did not stretch and reach, the antlers of a doe he had, curving gently back, green rose stems twirling around them, growing from them, the thick, brilliant cobalt blooms from which the strong scent came.
He picked his way amongst the trees, with the eyes of a hawk, and the mindset of a young rabbit, ready to run should he have to.
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The thunder frightened him.
It was not raining hard, but the lightning flashed, and the thunder called like the wail of a wounded beast.
To his breast the man clutched a single rose of blue.
His hair, soft blue as well, cascaded gently down past his shoulder blades, bangs brushing just above his light blue eyes.
His hair, tucked behind his ear to one side, revealing the earring he wore, a single sapphire rose.
"I, I wish to be home, please go away" he pleaded under his breath to the thunder, the rain, the gods themselves to make the storm pass, soft, plush pink lips moving rapidly as he mumbled hollow words of comfort to himself.
