July 8, 2013 - 3:36am — NaturesCandy
I am a golden doe. Peacock feather and a mask make me a very odd deer. I even get mistaken! everybody loves how friendly and sweet i am although im very shy. I always love hanging with the herd and getting a nice cool drink. im always doing favors and making new friends. I have 2 very sweet fawns, one named Bluebell and another girl named Brownie cause of her dark brown pelt. My name is Fernfear and I ive in the ruins, always sleeping in front of a tombstone. I adopted the 2 fawns cause they said they lost their parents to a wolf. I took them with me and cared for them on my own. They were practicly newborns, only 3 days old. They were sweet little fawns but mischievious. I love playing games with them and hugging them every night. whenever i hear a wolf, i tell my fawns, just a normal dog and hide in the big oak. I lost my old mate in a wild fire and survived cause i was standing in the pond. I was devastated. I cried for days. Im still looking for someone even sweeter and better. Young too since im a young doe. you can meet me everyday in the pond and say hi. I wont mind. Anyone can ask to meet me in the forest. i may be shy, but i love new friends
July 7, 2013 - 10:10pm — Halfen
Clear air whipped through the leaves and tussled the animals who stirred in their holes and warm beds of leaves. A hushed silence swept through the forest, as if waiting in a shushed silence. Colorful leaves on the trees slowly balanced on their thin stems and as the wind blew, fell off sailing on the currents of air. a shadow fell on these leaves on the ground, and the great figure of a deer appeared.
The stag's antlers towered on his head like the branches of an ancient oak tree. Th bark of these great antlers was covered in silk, and the deer's fur was long hugging his massive body, a warm winter coat. The deers powerful legs stood straight and muscles bulged beneath the silky dark brown fur. It shined and rippled in the fall sun, as the animals stood to watch the mighty deer walk across the forest path.
The deer's humanoid face was stern, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were a deep blue, thick layers of clear ponds rippled in them and they reflected the sadness that came with fall, the trees going to sleep and the chirping sound of the bird quieting down. The deer quickened his pace and crunched through the leaves. He looked down.
It seemed as if the world was coming to an end. His family was gone for the fun of the game. The sharp sound of bullets echoed in his ears, a never ending chorus.
He remembered it clearly.
It was midmorning- he was sitting on the edge of a small rock cliff. Dirt was piled up on top of it and grass grew creating a soft cushion. Below him was a small pool of water- perfectly clear with not even a ripple. Smooth, long, flat rocks made up the bottom of the pool. There were two deer standing across from him, looking in.
One, was a light brown speckled with white, the sign of a fawn growing to become a stag. His eyes were green, and his mouth was turned upwards into a smile. He quickly looked to his brother. He was black, with chocolate brown eyes like mud, he was smaller with studs of antlers.
