I'm speaking to you...



I'm lucky that I didn't know you were there until later...for this mask could not hide the redness of my face.

I stare out into the world, fog-born and ghostly, like I. Is this my realm? Is this from whence I was born? I shiver, watch a stray ray of sunlight pass through the mist, see the little dewdrops, microscopic, floating about me.

I have cladden myself in ghostly wares.

My pelt is that of a fae long passed, who chose to end her life to pursue things we deer could never dream of.

My mask is of a self I used to be, more naïve, more hopeful to be normal.

My antlers are the key to my freedom, but they have instead locked me in place.

And you...

They've locked me in this cage...so that I may never be with you...

"To crush is to be crushed,"

So the bats said.

...

I wander.

I wait.

I don't hope.

But that's a lie.

...

Best regards,
~ Anzel

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Don't mind Anzel, she felt like rambling...

Her costume change was partially to match the weather, and partially because she's always kind-of liked the Secretary Pelt, the legs, specifically. And she's wearing a hand mask, even if you can't see it.

Also, I'm kind-of stressed because my connection's very unstable right now, and I can't tell when it is or isn't connected. UGH.

*giggles* For fun, I checked how my computer was doing. About 1k download speed, normal...upload speed, 11 kbps, very slow...ping...1665. o____o; You won't be seeing me in the forest for a little while today XD; Heh. Oh well.