Porch
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[=9]On cool summer days, and foggy dark winters, sitting on the porch, rocking in her chair, and there she will stay.
She carried the weight of the world yet she rocked in her chair, listening to the coo of the morning dove, that dared to sing in the afternoon. She listened to the swish of the tail of her Russian Blue. He was outcasted, and because of his feeble attempt to try to return to his family, he was left with wounds. His most signature was his left ear, ripped off months ago. Then he met the girl on the porch, and everything changed.
The world circled around there house, clouds never flew straight. The clouds turned at there house and instead of heading south they went north.
There house, was a small Victorian designed house that had lost it's touch a long time ago. It's blue color faded to grey, smooth wood turned to brittle splinters. But the house had history, her history. It was only 3 years ago since that cloudy day....
....It was snowing, everything froze to a solid, snow flew about the air. It was a glorious day, filled with the twitter of birds, and the humming of a tune.
The girls tune. Outside her window, as she washed the dishes, there was a deer. A doe, her pelt white her eyes had a shine like no other deer. The deer was her freind, they walked amoung the snow in the black barked forest.
Everything around them was dead, but they were alive. And the ice to them was nothing but sweet happyness. The white doe, also had more freinds. Two, and they too, had a white pelts. The girl walked with them, resting her arms on there shoulders.
Just some delicious backstory to explain a tiny bit of his bitter-old-stag-ness. It's somewhat parallel to what I imagine would have happened in humandeer-land, except restraining orders and prison don't translate well to Forest life. xD By the way, I suck at writing dialect and accents and shiz :<
i'm sure you're much cleverer than them though 
