January 1, 2010 - 10:33am — ocean
The Priest
They have all heard by now, I am sure. I see the looks upon their faces, ones of pity, ones filled with sarcasm, hatred. 'I told you so', their looks say. 'It had to happen some day'. My enemies watch me, knowing that I have lost the thing so dear to me, my very purpose.
My Gods have abandoned me.
The last words they spoke to me, so filled with disappointment, so filled with power, spoken in tandem:
"Priest, you have failed us.
You have not heeded our warnings.
Priest, go now from our sight and do not return."
I went. I left their sight. I have returned, many a time, only to see their faces, cold, hardened stone, looking at me with disgust. I did not heed their call to an end to violence, so they have ended me. My soul, perhaps, though my physical body remains.
I watch the world go by. How many days has it been? Weeks, perhaps. I am not sure. I watch and wait, empty of purpose, empty of being. What am I waiting for? A sign? An end?
I wait.
Then it comes, one day, as I lie beneath the trees, watching the sky through ancient eyes. I realize that perhaps...I have been given a second chance. I have been granted life; a changed one, but a life.
I stand, breathing in the smells of the forest, of the myriad of deer that live here. This is my home, my life, my brothers.
I refuse to be broken, to waste away. I will find my Gods again. I will regain their favor. Somehow, some way, it shall be done. I will not fail my brothers.
"I will find a way."
[Not sure how this sounds, seeing as it's early morning. |D Happy New Year's!]
January 1, 2010 - 5:52am — Festschrift
Obviously I'm new. I mulled around for quite some time as an unnamed stag due to the lack of registration and the fact I couldn't seem to find someone to adopt from; but now I have a lovely fawn to grow up with all on my own. And that being said his namesake is also my own, and he is named Festschrift meaning: A volume of learned articles or essays by colleagues and admirers, serving as a tribute or memorial especially to a scholar.
I'm actually not sure why I chose his name, it just sounded like a proper deer name. He is mostly a loner, despite being a generally friendly deer. I'll be sure to write up his bio next, along with whatever else I can conjure up about him.
January 1, 2010 - 4:32am — muirenn
Or hopeless? I don't rightly know.
I have been browsing the community for a little while, and. . .consider the hell intimidated out of me. My stag's got the default everything, I'm terrible at art, and I'm a bit stupid when it comes to this internet thing, so feel free to tell me I'm doing it wrong. I don't think I fit the requirements to be here.
At least I've got a decent grasp of what kind of personality I'd like Muirenn to have. Unfortunately, he's not the most socially graceful creature.
. . .A ha. Ha. I am such a loser. D':