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To chapter 2=>
Author's Notes: I've been tempted to write about my deer's pasts for awhile now, but I only just figured some idea of a plot this month.
So, I present to you, the first chapter of
Origins
(Title subject to change.)
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“What’s Dad like?”
The slender doe paused in her nibbling of the tender shoots at her hooves, raising her head again to look towards the small deer at her side. Large gray eyes were staring at her expectantly in a face set in curiosity.
Her fawn.
The son she had yet to name.
They were standing a ways from the rest of the herd, munching on the green grasses by the brook. It bubbled by calmly here, with hardly a ripple to the surface. The perfect setting for the colorful insects zipping about merrily as they hunted their prey.
She noticed her son’s head tilt in shortening impatience.
She had yet to answer his question.
Casting her gaze to the side in thought for a moment, she turned identical gray eyes back to him. “What brought this on all of a sudden?”
The fawn lowered his gaze. “Well…all the other fawns are always talking about how great their dads are…how strong they are, and…I’m the only one who doesn’t know his own father…” His voice turned to a mumble as it trailed off.
The doe’s ears lowered some. “Oh…well…”
“Is he dead?”
“What? Oh, no…” She frantically shook her head. Sometimes her son surprised her by knowing more than she thought he did. More than a fawn
should know.
“Then where is he?” He gazed up at her with those large eyes again.
She sighed. “I’m not sure really. He’s…not a member of our herd,” she admitted reluctantly, lowering her head to half-heartedly continue munching.
Her fawn’s ears perked up. “He’s not? How come?”
Another sigh. “He’s…” She searched her mind for the right words. “…different.”
