In a sweet and slow vibration
It was all I had to hear
He came shivering the plaster
In a long coversation
In a long, long conversation

Come and take your last rebuttal
From the battle that you'll lose
Pit your fear against your senses
In a long conversation
In a long, long conversation

Cause I won't go far from here
To watch you as you float away
I can hear the doves of summer
They are migrating today

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[=9][=grey]Fangs bit down against the soft flesh. The body, unresponsive. Teeth tore at the cold meat of the long dead fawn. The area surrounding the two seemed to be darker than the rest of the forest. As if it wanted to hide what sin was happening hidden behind the peacefull fog. Purple eyes cut through this shade however, watching, silently, for any signs of another coming near. The pain of his mark burned his skin, urging him to consume the innocent flesh, if only to relenquish the pain for a short time.

Thankfully this day he didn't have to kill. The fawn had died of some unknown sickness that seemed to have swept over some of the fawns with the oncoming chill of the season. Sharp, quick breathing tryed its best to draw enough air for his body to keep going, to keep the pain numb at the back of his mind.

'Poor pathetic creature. Look at what has become of you' A sharp voice called out, if only for Envy himself to hear.

The black stag's head snapped up, sharp teeth bared, auds flicked, searching for any sound.

'Your nothing more than a monster, So lowly a sin are you. Having to kill children for your own guilty pleasure, only to numb over your pain that will easily come back.

Tell me Envy, is the pain going away? You know you can't hide your true self for long' The voice hissed in almost a mocking tone. As if laughing at his failure.

Eyes softening, he looked down at what he had become, nothing more that a lowly killer. Blood dripped from his mouth, the sweet taste running across his tounge, as if beconing him to have more.

Drip. Drip. Drip

Envy clenched his eyes closed as he shook his head back and forth, trying to erase the horrible, scratchy voice from his memorys. Mocking him always, as if it were a broken record.

Standing on shakey legs, he backed away from the fawn. His long green hair dripped with its blood. He watched as it slid through his hair, twords the blackened earth.

He gasps in the darkness, struggling for air, struggling to fight back the darker tendrils that edge his vision. Crimson lines the ground around the fawn, glinting in the moonlight. This was just where it has been prophesied. This was where it had all started. Now he was here, bleeding out his life, trying to drink in the chilled air. Above, the moon looked on, countenance cold. There was no sympathy for him this night.

He lays there for ages, breathing raspy, turning colder and colder. He manages to gasp out,
“Mommy...?”
He rests his head on the logs, confused, alone, dying. He realizes that the voice has stopped haunting him for the moment. Good.

They had come so quickly. The graves, the blood water, so much more. He couldn't help running from it all, from the howls, from any other deer...from the voice. It was loud today, clear, perfect.

“Run, run, run, you'll never escape me....Today you will die. Follow me...”

He runs away, darting through the trees. He tries to fight where he sees the apparition, but to no avail. The deer stays with him, haunting, chanting, yelling, whispering. He can't get rid of it.

He gives in.

It takes him to a pile of crossed wood, tells him to wait. He does, finally allowed to relax. He closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the deer within his head. His thoughts turn to Aegle, the doe he's adopted as his mother. He had decided to dress up as her for day of the deer, his favorite holiday. He's wearing her mask now. All he needs is her antlers and it'll be finished....

Ohmigawd, fail chapter is FAIL. I really wanted to get at least one chapter out before the end of the weekend, and to be honest, this is the weakest writing yet. It didn't help that my mind was on a few other things, and it sucks that even the music was fully helping my mind sort things out.

So...in short, I'm sorry for the sucky chapter, but this is gonna have to do for now Dx

EDIT: OHSH- I almost forgot.

You may be wondering why I called this "alternate" forest, "Chornaya." Well, I wanted to create a name that would go with the "mood" of that overall world. "Chornaya" is the Russian word for "Black." So in essence, it's implying that it's a "black" world, where barely anything can survive.

And before anyone calls me out, claiming me as a wannabe Russian, think again. I took Russian for several years in high school. That's how I know.

Anyways, onto the story.

>>>::Spooky Scape::<<<

We fear what we do not know. We do not fear what we know.

And yet, what happens if what we know is what we’re supposed to fear?

Wolves.

Creatures of beauty.

Creatures of destruction.

Stories of them are nothing but intricate tales of betrayal, of chaos, of death. Dreams of growls, of fangs, of saliva plague the minds of the feeble, often causing many to break out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. For many years, the wolves and deer had their own opinions of each other, one whispering venom about the other. The wolves occupied a forbidden region of the Forest, a place where no sane deer dare tread.

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Aleit as an adult! 8DDDD
-throws confetti-

As of October 31st, 2009 at 7:17 PM GMT Aleit is now a fullgrown stag!

Wanderers Silent Dream

who peacocked the BZD? XDDDDDD

Rubbish old bio is rubbish. In construction.