Remeber, I don't remeber everything...and I wasn't on the
post then and it was very confusing for me to figure it out...I
was very ignorant... and still new...what greater stress? That's why it took
blackhoof so long to become a stag( 2months I think) wow...when I think back on it
I feel stupid. This is Blackhoof's story so this was more of how he felt not me.
Blackhoof, at this stage was a loner…He practically is now.
He was a depressed little fawn…all because the day he was suppose to
Become a stag never happened. It all started when all his friends were beautiful and
Grown…there magic was strong his still weak. They could keep their beautiful coats…
He couldn’t. Blackhoof stopped seeing his friends after they became stag.
He felt like dust in the wind a fawn who was lost and never remembered. One day while walking quietly in the forest he saw his friend Lilly.
“Blackhoof, is that you,” she cocked her head and ran towards him.
He scowled and backed away.
“What’s wrong Blackhoof?” she sqeaked.
“Stags…,” was all Blackhoof said and he turned his back on her.
“Blackhoof… it’s me? It’s Lilly, your old friend!”
“Stag, why do you come to me now in your grace and glory?”
“Blackhoof, don’t talk such things! You are just as glorious and graceful as I!
Maybe even more since you’re so young. You are handsome Blackhoof,” she saddened.
“I’m sorry to upset you Lilly… I just don’t understand why I’m not a stag yet,” Blackhoof lowered his head.
“Blackhoof,” she turned and trotted away. “You need to be with other deer. Or you’ll become like the grey deer…old and mysterious.”
Blackhoof looked over his shoulder, and then shrugged. Blackhoof walked away. One night in the forest Blackhoof sat alone in the forest you could see the bridge and the small river. He shivered, he felt a strange vibe. He looked around until he heard a snap. He looked forward a Brown stag, no, THE brown stag sat in front of him. He had forgotten about how handsome and graceful he looked. He wore no mask and no decorative antlers. Blackhoof looked away ashamed and intimidated by his grace.
“What’s wrong Blackhoof,” Twenty one, the brown stag said. “ Lilly told me about how you were acting.”
Blackhoof gritted his teeth “Why can’t I become a stag?”
Twenty one stared. His stare was yet peaceful and calm “ Sometimes the last bud to
Bloom can be the greatest.” Twenty one arose to his feet and walked off; meeting another deer in the dark forest.
“Doesn’t mean I can become one,” Blackhoof yelled.
Then one day while walking alone in the forest…there was a stag. Grey with antlers broken and dark. His eye sight looked shady, and his fur looked mossy. The deer walked to him. They say the deer can’t see fawns…well…this one must have, because like a sort of reaction Blackhoof bowed and the Grey deer bowed back.
Blackhoof said “Are you the Grey deer? What…happened to you?”
The grey stag listened “You say you’re a fawn?”
Blackhoof cocked his head “Uh…yeah?”
“Then how come I see a stag,” the Grey deer stared at him. Then he fell to the ground and disappeared.
Next day Blackhoof awoke but he did not stand up to stretch. He sat and listened to the forest. The roaring deer, the birds, the lake, even his heart beating. The grey stag’s words echoed in his mine. He smelt the dirt, the flowers the trees. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His head felt bulky and almost heavy?
He looked at his legs, a deep brown. He turned his head, his fur brown! He whisked his head about, antlers! Were had this come from? Was it some trick? No, he was a stag! He ran to the lake excited to see his new form. He ran, with weight lifted from his shoulders.
He tore out of the forest and splashed his face into the lake.
“Wow, never guessed a deer would be so thirsty,” a voice above him said. Blackhoof looked up to see a stag with a coat like a gazelle, a deer mask, and gazelle horns. “Hi, names Demon; Demon Gazelle that is.”
“My name is Blackhoof,” he answered. His friends were gone probably; he had no fantastic colors to his coat. He was just a deer…and for once he couldn’t have been any happier.
