Light is gone
Blackhoof's Past
We had altercations.
We had struggles, we had love. But that fallowed hate. We had grief, and we had thrills. We had beauty, and we had death. And for a fawn, it was all to much of a lesson to learn. To deep in depth, to hard to explain. How can you? How would you know what death is when you’ve only just started living?
“Child, my precious child,” The doe coddled her fawn her coat a bright red, her ears deep in love for her fawn. A stag walked to her and lowered his head nuzzling the fawn. The fawn moved very anomaly, its eyes closed very tight close to its mother. It looked like a runt, but it was hard to tell because he lay down with his legs close to his body, covering all the details of him.
“Wow, he has such a blue coat? So richer than mine,” The stag laughed.
“I know, and can you believe how darling he looks? Just like his father,” She looked up at him, smiling lightly.
The stag cuddled against the does’ cheek then pulled slowly away asking her politely “What shall we name him?”
“Well, I was thinking…Blackhoof? I mean look at this left one right here,” she nudged the fawns’ hoof to the surface of day. “It’s pure white, shining!”
“But why not Whitehoof then,” The stag laughed lightly.
“Because, if you would’ve seen his eyes when he opened them darling…They where as black as obsidian with a hint of blue. They told stories my dear? His stories…our future,” The doe cuddled him. “I want to see him grow. I want to see him strut infront of the does like you did. I want to see him live.”
The stag laughed then cuddled the does face again “Fine, Blackhoof it is. Black because of his eyes, and hoof because of his hoof.”
We had it all, we lost so much. We saw the dawn, we died at night. We where blessed, we where destined, and we where forbidden.
