Reposting because I never had the chance to reply to the old posts, it's far too late now...
I havent deleted the old one, though.
Feel free to criticize this page.

This is an Interaction Blog for The Sentinel.

Preferred Formats:
Role-Play, any style you wish
Can do drawing/painting responces but not so fond as they take up a lot of muse. x3

Wanderers Silent Dream

grow strong little one (:

This story is the continuation of Non compos mentis

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I awake on the forest floor, from my bed of moss and leaves, and with the warmth of young sunlight, I instantly feel more confident, and with this confidence, I decide to take my first proper exploration into the forest, which is interesting to say the least. My little namesake symbol has now appeared and I show it off proudly to a couple of midnight blue stags who quickly cast a spell on me, I do not mind walking around in a peacock mask, but it is a funny sort of hello.

I meander thoughtfully through the trees, and watch proud stags with heads full of fork lightening antlers race by, it is true, I cannot wait to be like them. My ramble takes me to a small drinking pool, a couple of fawns greet me and I notice that, as they drink, they are turning into other woodland creatures, curiosity overwhelms confusion and I follow suit. I must say, that being a squirrel running between the hooves of fawns was nowhere near as intoxicating as my first flight as a dove.

Throughout my first trip, my appearance has changed many times, I welcome these changes as they inspire me greatly, it is nice to try various pelts and masks, as they provide a window into the stag I may become, they are also a great way to bond with other deer. The most haunting experience was from a white stag. He came through the trees, slowly walked up to me, reared, cast a spell and ran off. My pelt was completely white and given my connection to wings, I enjoyed this, and was deeply disappointed when the spell wore off. I have not since seen this stag, and he did not have a symbol on his crown. My pelt has also resembled a badger and the deepest red of a poppy.

My morning ends dozing at the pond with the two fawns I had played with earlier on. We were gradually surrounded by stags who also came to sleep near us. I now feel soothed and safe within the forest and have slotted into this new life perfectly. I wonder what else awaits me.

Wingless x

Chapter 1: Vacancy

“Boy, come here.” The old doe called to her fawn. The little calf had been staring at the grass for quite some time now. He watched the blades solemnly rock back and forth with open mouthed curiosity. At his mother’s call he slowly moved his head up and walked towards her, occasionally missing a step. His face wore a dull smile, his eyes vacant.

The old doe had known since his birth that he would be different. His mind was not necessarily blank, but it carried a certain amount of emptiness that any one deer could note. She had been warned not to carry anymore children at her age. However, despite her divine properties, she was still an animal. An animal that, like any other, had to carry on the genetic code, no matter what the cost.

The calf was now lying next to her, nuzzling against her shaggy pelt for warmth. Unlike many fawns, he was born with whitish pelt tinted with pale brown. The cream coloured deer looked at his mother with longing, trusting eyes.

“Who will care for him when I’m gone?” his mother thought with a sudden jolt of fear. She was getting to be quite elderly now. Casting spells had become more than tiring; it had become life-threatening. She knew her time was coming to a close. The fawn had already started to sprout little nubs for antlers, yet he continued to act as a newborn would. He was now staring up at the sky, watching two bluebirds circle overhead.

“Perhaps I’ll live long enough. I hope I do.” And with that fleeting thought the old doe went to sleep.

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Yes, I know, I've only just started yesterday. Oh well. I felt like writing. I'm not very good at it, but I felt like it. I hope doing this will help me to improve.

"When you close your eyes, Ice, what do you see? Tell me your feelings and wishes and dreams..."


"Touraga, my Daddy.. he's gone. For good..."

"I wish I had known him better in a way, I had only seen him once..."
"Mummy says that she had made the wrong choice between Touraga and Lorque. So now Lorque is my Daddy. I haven't seen him yet, but Mummy says he is gentle and kind. I hope she is right.."

"I heard of Rhapsody, another fawn, when I first entered the forest. I feel almost drawn towards him in a way, and I really want to meet him in-forest. I haven't got a friend at the moment, I think I move on too quickly before other fawns get to know me. I hear that when I'm older, and I have turned into a big deer, I might have a mate, a stag.. But I don't want to grow up.. I want to stay with Mummy and Daddy and be their little daughter, and Wish's sister.. But I know it will happen one day.. Even though I dont want it too.."

"What do you think, Voice of my dream?"

"Ice, just follow your heart and the path of your dreams. But I must go now.. I am tired..

"No, please Voice of my dream! Please stay.. Will I see you again?"

"Of course you will Ice.. Of course you will..."