August 29, 2009 - 4:17am — Vira
A cold wind blew through the forest, curling its white snowflakes around the tall trees and strange mushrooms that had sprouted overnight. The ground below was still warm enough to evaporate the flakes as they touched down but the wind was cold enough to send a newborn to its knees shivering. Thankfully, Viral's hideout was tucked away enough to hide him from the worse of the cold.
Auds twitched at every little sound, every snap of a twig that echoed throughout the forest as he listened for his mother to show. A few other deer had decided to show themselfs in this odd weather. Their coats used to the chilling snow. By now small piles had started to build up about the bases of trees.
As Viral stood and stretched, his blond hair swung loosely about his sholders, automatically covering over his right eye like normal, he had gotten used to it by now enough so that it wouldn't bother him. His nosed twitched with the strong scent of an old stag that had died not to long ago. Although things as such usually were ignored in the forest, it was a gift to the fawn. He happily trotted up to the dead deer, carefully tearing away unwanted fur from the warm meat that lay just below. His sharp, pointed teeth easily slicing through muscle and bone alike. After his fill he sauntered over to the crying idol to rinse his dark gold fur off. Patches around the scar on his chest had started to turn a lovely golden color, eventually it would take over all of the dirty brown from his fur.
Folding his legs carefully underneath him once again, he hid himself between a few rocks and a willow tree, hiding from the cold and the watchful eyes of the nameless. Curling his neck around to help keep heat near his body. Slowly he closed his eyes halfway, watching as other fawns played with their mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, along the riverbed.
A loud roar from a stag came from nearby easily waking the poor startled fawn from his cat nap. The clash of antlers and cheers from other stags signified a fight going on not to far away. Viral grumbled angerly from being awoken.'Curse those pesky stags, what are they fighting over now?' Carefully making his way over to the group he saw two large stags with tall, glistening white antlers clash into one another. Every once in a while a chip or two from the tip of one of the many elegant curves that graced these antlers would fly off, discarded without use anymore.
Viral watched from the back of the croud, a smirk gracing his lips. What foolish deer, it seems they were fighting over a patch of grass and a sleeping doe. 'I understand food may be a problem at the moment, but there isn't any good reason to start a fight over such a thing.'[/i]
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Unfinished
~Added a little bit more to it :3
Yay for a random insight of a normal day for Viral~
Pfff continue iiiitttt~ 8D
Nice :3 More pweez? Yet
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I play Mortuusago X3 And for now, that seems to be it.....
8'D epicness.