Atiq is having to live with an ancient spirit sharing his mind, but is having trouble adjusting............

Themesong for this episode: Breaking the Habit listen only if you want, it just inspired me a little.

[EDIT] I was bored so I threw together a sketch for this chapter C:



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Atiq watched with sad eyes as the stag ran off into the distance.
"Are you insane?!" he whirled around shouted to the form behind him,"That was my friend!"
Atiq took a step forward and glared defiantly at the perpetrator. Strangely, Atiq was not casting a shadow, the light shone right through him. The form behind him did not seem the least bit perturbed. In fact, he glared right back with intense, cold eyes. He stood about as tall as Atiq, yet with a sturdier frame, and his face was not the same shape as a normal deer's, it was more angled. His coat shone almost pure white, with black markings on his legs and face, along with a long, black-tasseled tail that was agitatedly swishing about. But probably the most intimidating feature was his long, curved horns going back to a sinister point. When he spoke, his voice still had the touch of youth, but it was powerful, and brimming with the air of a confident leader.
"He was none of mine, and I really could care less."
Atiq snorted furiously,"That's no excuse for acting like you did! You may share my body but that does not give you leave to do as you please!"
"Then he shouldn't have snuck up on me, you know how suspicious I am. Besides, I know of nothing here, how was I supposed to know he was a friend?" the stranger turned and began to walk away. He felt so isolated, so lost. He did not know who he was, or what he was doing here, or how to act around those he encountered.

Ok, I know halloween Isn't here yet but what the hay! It can't hurt to say it. I know Ive been gone a long time and no Im not dead,well yet at least. I promise on saturday next week I will get back to TEF because ive been busy with school, But I promise.(Not tommorow because im goin to Mexico!) So Here is a picture of my kitten in her halloween costume, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! P.S. It was made in paint

Nurra is blind.

I don't think anyone knew this, and for a time, I even forgot this, but...yes, Nurra is blind.

She doesn't really know this, though. She thinks of sight as smell, or maybe hearing, or something of the sort. It all makes sense within her mind.

I mean...how can a colorblind person dream of color?

She can tell if it is day or night because although she is blind, she -can- sense light; like an amoeba or bacteria can. But she can't see. She sees by way of her sense of smell and her hearing.

I know, this is random, but I might as well let you know this little detail about Nurra before I fade away completely, and this trait fades with me x3

A dream of violence and jealousy. I dream of bloodshed and fear. Not of my own, of course... For my mind cannot bear a dream, much less even conceive one. No, this was of another...

I have met him, and I have befriended him. But in that single dream I have seen his true feelings. Those feelings of jealousy and anger, they seem to threaten my life even. But perhaps it is not my life that is being threatened, but his. For at the end, was the very being of Death, hovering over a destroyed body.

What would this mean? Is it I who is in danger, or he? Am I the one to take his life? No, it is only a dream, nothing more. I fear for his wellbeing. I seem to have an undeserved upperhand...

Perhaps it is my life that should be taken.

***

I dream of her, yes. I dream of that beautiful pelt, and lovely blue antlers, and her sheeming black mask. It is not just her beauty, but her kindness and loyalty. She is all I could ever hope for, and all I could ever ask for...

I sit on the bridge, thinking of our life together. She runs towards me, and calls my name. But she stops too late, and bumps into me. And I plunge into the water, unable to come back. I hear her voice... I call out to her... But soon...

Morning arrives... It seems my past has come to haunt me... Am I truly destined to die that way?

***

My heart is still somewhat tormented. These dreams I have involve two... Only two...

I see him, and I run to him, and his warm white chest mixes with mine. But soon I see another stag ram into him, and away from me. Orange and black flashes are all I see, but I know who it is. And the first stag lay on the ground... and does not get up...

No, this can't be true... He must be over me now, I know it... But I can't help but feel some tension still... I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't want to think of this anymore... I just want to be happy again...

I'm bored.

Someone.
TALK TO ME D:

plz c:

I'm the last with any hope here, it seems. It's strange. Here I am, sitting at the edge of a life-giving pond, and my siblings are all lying there, dying.

Anzel's eyes are dim. Taint has drooped her mask over her eyes and mouth. Vein is a bat, asleep and emotionless. Nurra is also resting, in an unsmiling sleep; it's like she won't wake up and let others see how she really feels. Hangman is staring at the pond, cold and motionless.

Am I the last one in this family with any life left in me?

Best regards,
Pingüino---

HAI, I'm new, but maybe you already knew that.
... and.. HELLO. xD The one who calles herself for "Perplex" or something,
made me want to register, and so did I. : P I hope I'm welcome here! ^^

<3 ilu babe. But I'm a dirty thief.

Aeros

It's a beautiful place, my dreamworld. I don't feel old and tired, as I do here. There's plenty of space to run and enjoy myself, and it talks to me clearer than this world! And she's there. We sit and talk, and I tell her what life is like now. She always listens, and smiles, and makes me feel at home. Maybe I'm meant to stay there someday.

Di

It's a carnival, a beautiful one, with carousels and candy apples and everything pretty. But, of course, Noir's there. He's in the fun house every time. But I always go in. Why can't I stop myself? He chases me, and I don't always get away...

Tuna

The open ocean, what else? I've got a crew and a ship and not a care in the world. And, of course, Her and RJ are always with me. Sometimes Bale's there, even. Then again, he's usually the one we're saving from the Navy. -shrug- Still, it feels real every time. I love it. It's an escape from the cold reality here - I can do whatever I please, sail beyond the edges of the map, and explore every island I come across. It's perfect.

Pan

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Huhuhuhu. Big city, baby! Light flashing, hot dogs sizzling, and me with a plan to destroy in the middle of it all. You should hear the screams. Delicious. And the best part is, there's no blasted DEER to get in my way! Heeehheehehehehehooohoohohoho.

lol I had to do it. <: THANKS DANNII THANKS LOVE.

The ground felt soft beneath his hooves, but still, dull throbs of pain wound their way up his legs. His mask was cracked and weatherworn, exposed to the elements for what seemed to have been forever. His antlers were the same - tines had been knocked away, and though they were strong in nature, they seemed fragile as bones, the only fresh life on them being the poppies wound around the stems. His pelt had lost its sheen and was ragged in places, exposing his bones. Even his eyes seemed dull - the sparkle had long gone out of the chocolate spheres.

And still, he kept on living. Because he loved his home. Every trickle of dew, every blade of grass, was beautiful to him. And he was beautiful to them. The trees whispered tales to him of strong creatures long past, who had scored their bark with sharp antlers. The flowers murmured of those who had once trodden the very ground he stood on - deer and other beasts as well. The water, glistening and cool, showed him what it had looked like - the past beauty of the landscape, how dazzling it had been. And he listened to them, took it all in.

He was tired, true. But as long as there were tales to tell, he would follow his calling. Stretching his neck to its full extent, he let out a hoarse bellow, summoning the others to him. He could see them coming - blurry as they were in his old eyes, he bowed gracefully to a group of young fawns and a few adult deer. His body sighed in thanks as he dropped to the grass, his friends following suit. Now was his time to show them what use he had, in a time where young triumphed over old, and the weak were left to die.

The Storyteller wove a tale. A tale of life.

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lawl, quickie. Poor thing, he's been through a lot. :B I've been contemplating giving him a nice funeral soon, but I dunno if I could stand it without 'im. XD

YAY! Peeps in da forest! Hurray for Saturdays! Forgot
to post this yesterday. You can read the other ones on
Blackhoof's Bio. Part three of Blackhoof's Beginning.
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Lay your head down, I won’t let them get you.


Your safe, she told Blackhoof. Your safe, I won’t let them have you. I won’t let them have you…they don’t care about you darling. She cried constantly on her fawns head. The fawn sucking the sorrow for the first time in his life. He drunk and tasted the deep gallows of fear and false hope. Stay, stay, she said crying. She would tell him to keep his head down whenever the fears came, to dream.

They moved on, like ghostly shadows, broken and sorrowful. They walked, and walked until the mother paused in movement. She coughed violently, black saliva came up from her mouth. “There blinding me,” she said. “I can hardly see.”

She turned her head to the fawn her eyes where like black holes and blood dripped like tears. “Where almost there Blackhoof…I won’t die until I know your at the mountains. You are my son…and I will love you even if I can’t ever see you again.”

Night

It came again, and so did the fears. “Shhh, child pay no mind to the noise they make. They only want to fool you and make you dream nightmares.” She cuddled him, and hummed quietly.

Her warmth was gone.

Her face came to him.

Black string twisting amongst her beautiful face.

“Lay your head down, sleep. I want you to only remember love.
Take care, take care, take care, take care, and take care.”
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