The voice of a dark broken soul...


~Nightmare

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Based on a incident in the Forest on thursday...
He was disappoint by two does. He protected and care of them, but they left him alone.

((In case Yurei/Ren/Baal or any other deer was wondering what the heck that fawn was doing (the one who was standing between Baal and Yurei/Ren after the fight). She thought Baal was being hurt. ^^ Also, Baal, this is the fawn that you attacked. XD Sorry for the misunderstanding on my part! D:))

The Fawn

I stand. Everything feels better today. Well, at least my body does. I think I can run again, like a normal fawn should. So I get up and walk, up and out of the lake.

The mist is really scaring me. Everything is quiet, too quiet. My hoofsteps are muffled. Instead of clip-clomp, I hear tha-thump, that-thump. Like the beating of a heart.

My heart?

That's when I realize that, every time I have awakened, it has been in my dream forest. I quiver a bit, but soldier on. I'm brave. Very brave...for mommy. I miss my mommy.

I catch a scent on the wind. It seems...familiar, but I can't place it. I just can't. So I walk towards it. I wanna know who this is.

A stag is sitting next to a rock. Red pelt. Dark black ram antlers. Pure white mask, with blood-tears coming from it. I don't recognize him, but I walk up and sit next to him. He doesn't move. I am almost drawn to him. It's a strange feeling. The stag falls asleep. Others come up, quickly...but they stay away. I'm glad.

He stands up quickly and backs away, but I bow. I suddenly find myself...forgiving him. Forgiving him for what? I'm not sure. I nuzzle him and he seems surprised and sad. So sad. He walks away, limping. I notice scars down his sides, everywhere.

Can that happen in my dream?

What the siggie height restriction is? >u>

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Dear friends.

I am not alone when I say I have been hurt.
Blood also drips from my flesh.
But, unlike most, I have not brought it upon myself.
For I do not stand for myself.
I stand to stop it all.
And my body grows weaker with each attack you throw.
Blind hate.
Blind fear.
Beasts of nothing, do you know nothing?

Sisters and brothers.
We turn to each other, brother to my left.
Sister to my right.
Mother and father before me.
When our enemies are against us.
We seek a comforting nuzzle.
And we turn to one another when our selfish fear grabs hold.
And strike one another down.
Sister to my right.
Brother to my left.

Do I stand alone when I say, I can take no more?
Will my body perish, in the attempts to stop you blind beasts?
Brothers and sisters, hold fast.
And do not strike the one who curses you.
For there will always be one to pay for your selfish actions.
Besides yourself...

Do not consult another for confession.
And do not forgive yourself, until thine enemy has forgiven thee.
Forgive them, as you would want to be forgiven,
and together we will live.

Pride will cut you down like wheat.
And you will fall to the ground, to become it!
Shed blood no more, for the sky is red.
Curse thine sister and thine mother.
Hate thine brother and thine father.
And fall to the blood covered earth.
And we will weep for you no more.

The meek she inherit the earth.
Become them.
This is not a command.
It is a warning.

Hold ye banners high.
And follow me, all ye meek and selfless.
And the Light will lead you to life.

... Welcome to the journal of a deer, my name is Exodus.

The mist has finally cleared, a miracle really. It was surely something to enjoy for a moment, but the moarning calls of fawns in despare and wolves howling from beyond our forest began to make me feel uneasy.

I've only just come out of hiding in the forest, i can't even remember what i'd been doing before... It's obviously nothing important if i cannot recall; i guess i've been so out of it recently. Tire is taking over me, laziness. I have to get back to my athletic self; perhaps go on a few strolls across the forest aimlessly. Hah, Lately i've been hanging out with a strange Doe; i call her Jjee. She's been considerably kind to me, despite my constant silence around strangers. Not to mention a mysterious injured stag, Virgil. I hope to help him heal, though there is nothing more i can do but give him a new friend to lie beside him and confort him through the lonely hours of the day. Oh, how harsh the sun is in these summer seasons. The dandilions are enjoying the weather, though. It raises my spirits to see the tiny 'weeds' sprout once more as they do every season.
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Mm what a relaxable day, walking solemnly through the wood. My cloudy, white, and worn hooves caressing the earth below me slowly. Wearily. Watching the fish in the pond swim; i could swear i saw grins upon their tiny grey faces. Maybe someday i'll be able to lay among them in my dreams, swimming in an endless ocean along side them without loosing my silver fur color and returning to the appearance of a regular forest deer. A miracle that would be..
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[=white][i]I am sure some are aware of what has occurred today. But for those who are not "in the loop" as I have heard said...
My own "stag day" has arrived. Yes, I am no longer a small of stature fawn, but a noble stag, with a great rack of antlers atop my crown. When I awoke this day, I could tell right off something was off. I did not wish to rise immediately, for my head felt heavy to lift. But I finally summoned the will to, noticing things seemed...smaller somehow. The graves that surround this stone structure...no, the ruins...seemed to have shrunk. As I was studying the area, I could not help but notice there were no longer spots on my back. My fur covering my belly seemed a bit darker as well, and longer.
I needed to confirm what I suspected! Jogging past the trees, I noticed, they, too, appeared not quite as large as the previous day. My excitement grew, feeling the first time in years, like a child again. Ironic, really.
But yes. Seeing my reflection in the pond's shallow waters proved I was right. A rare sense of joy overtook me. I had to find those I knew, to join in my celebrating. I did not have to search, however, as a stag and doe I had seen before found me. I was not sure if I had ever met them properly, but they seemed to know who I was and what had occurred, for they began to dance. I could see another growing nearer, though. A stag I know very well.
I once wished to use the strength a noble stag has in order to face this certain dark one.
But it would seem this is no longer the case, for, while they are still dark, even dark by name, I now call them companion.
It still baffles me how this came to be.
Do not get me wrong. I do not admit to liking their dark ways, nor do I partake in them. But somehow they are companionable.
Getting back to my original train of thought, though...

Stolen from CelticMystress' Blog, cause I felt like doing it XP

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Mighty deer who seems afraid of nothing, why must you run from me?
I am just a lowesom doe wanting to play with someone as great a stature as yourself.
Others say you did something wrong, yet all i see is a deer banished for his mistakes.
Come and play with me brother stag, Why must we fight?

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Random thoughts from Vira's point of view that i thought would be good to write down :3


yay for randomness? xD

Prytariel looked at the fawns. She looked at herself in the Pond. She glanced up, and bellowed. Yes, it was a sweet roar. Soon, soon.. a fawn, dancing too near, tripped....

...and they went crashing into the Pond.

Water. Everywhere. Where? No...Fawn..swimming, surfaced..dark. It's certainly dark down here.... she thought, smiling contently. The water tasted clean and fresh. But why did her lungs hurt so much? Why did they ache so? And why was it becoming darker...and darker...and darker......


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Cloudy eyes opened, head snapped back. Watching deer sprung back as the heroic fawn, having dragged the doe to safety, stepping catiously forward....who was this? A friend? That face did not look friendly....did it? It was smiling, true. The unfortunate fawn happened to have a defect, causing that mouth to twist downwards when a smile grew.

But she knew, just knew it was not a friend. It was IT. She must run. Away. Now.

Bowling over watching and frightened spectators, she began running. What happened? Mind..foggy. Too much effort to think. Hoofbeats. Too much effort to think. Getting closer...

Just act.

Whirling, lashing out, in full flight. Running as if the gods themselves were behind her....

Mist shrouded the Forest today.