[This is just a sorta short story I wrote centering around an optimistic fawn that suffers from memory loss and the wolf that raised him his entire life. While it doesn't go indepth on their history, it centers more around the importance of memories, a deep friendship (OHNO NOT FRIENDSHIP) and having to let someone go. Plus it makes my deer's bio make more sense. I'm not the best writer, but meh.]
The rain pounded the ground as the night began to come to an unknown forest. The trees swayed in the heavy freeze, and the temperature seemed to sink further and further down. Lightning flashed in the sky, creating a eerie feel in the quieting silence. The forest critters scurried to their dens with their young, not wanting them to fall ill from the bad weather. The atmosphere, though dark, was silent... though, deep within the forest, it was but all peaceful.
A young fawn, pelt smeared with sogging mud, ran a distance ahead of a silver pelted wolf, terrified down to the core of what the extremely large predator could do if it got a hold of him. He could remember what his mother had told him about wolves... though he couldn't remember where she was. His sides heaving, he stopped and noticed a tree with a hole in it; it was his perfect chance to hide!
Squeezing himself in the tree, he curled himself into a ball, hearing the wolf's steps getting closer. They soon stopped, and he was so close to letting out a sigh of relief. "You ain't foolin' anyone with this, kid." he heard the gruff voice call... "Now come on out. You know I ain't gonna hurt you."
I'm no grammar Nazi, in fact, English being my fourth language, is in no way my forte!
But it's always nice to have people know what you're saying when you speak to them through text!
It garners respect as well as saves a few innocent brains from exploding~
so let's go shall we? 8D
