Tinge. Singe. The flecks of the heart antlers spin downwards, downwards unto his nose and brow, unto his sun-singed pelt and muddied hooves.

His eyes open slowly, looking outwards through the horizon, staring at nothingness, and yet...staring at everything.

Chin to the ground, pupilless eyes staring downwards at the burning soil, he lets out a stiff mumble, "Hello, mother." He looks up, head unmoving.

There stood something that could not be described. Tendrils of light seemed to surround a being of supernatural ways. A part of her that could be thought of as lips, parted, slowly moving as the air tingled with vibrations. The forest creatures retreated from the vibrations, all but Vein, who stood, eyes close, focusing on the noises.

The large, emaciated stag stood there upon shaky limbs, burnt and torn. He stared at nothingness. His eyes had rolled backwards, and he truly could not see anything, but he did not know that. And, as he fell to the ground, Taint watched from. She slowly walked towards the dillusional creature, and spoke to him.

"Vein...Vein, you are dillusional. It is time for you to awake. You can still make it, you can, brother, please..." Squinted, querying eyes stared down at him. The heat from his body made her cringe, as she lowered her head.

As her brother lay in a land of fading dreams, Taint pushed him towards the pond. It hurt her, singing her mask and ears, but she continued on. When she came to the flower-topped hill, she made a final push, and he began to roll. Dead flesh covered the ground as his burned, sticky muscles filled with dead grass and bits of soil. He stopped, and Taint came down, and pushed him more.

I feel the sun burning the tips of my delicate pelt furs, causing droplets of silver sweat to form upon my antlers. I lie, fully exposed, belly upturned towards the starved sun, hoping to be its sacrificial buffet. The smell of rotting flesh is sufficating.

Blades of unyielding grass stab at every inch of my being, slowly stabbing through the softening flesh of the vampiren victim. The venom dewdrops sizzle and evaporate upon my roasting form.

The life leaves me, slowly, endlessly, in a stream of thought and misconceptions. The foolish deer-fake that I am, fades away slowly.

The wind blows; the trees whisper and hum.

A piece of dried flesh leaves me behind.

I fade away less slowly.

I sit here and stumble upon feet never made for the floor. I glide in dreams, in jetstreams pushing and pulling me through the skies, and knows my sorrow-heavy shoulders cannot dance with the beat of the cricket drum...not now.

Blessèd be the fae of calm tranquility, with her love tied tongue in tongue with another stag, not I. Melting within the nuzzle of one another, sin care nor worry.

And I lie here, frozenheartedly, for I hath tangled myself within the webs of mortal knots and caresses.

As I change back to sketchèd form, my antlers ache with sorrow; my throat is broken and rusting over, and my eyes desire to leap out. But I am afar from need for another feed, and I do not feel full of stomach...I am as close to being a deer as I wish I wasn't. My tyrant nature is tamed by a lack of bloodlust; my love for her grows with every pulsing beat of my antlers, and every raindrop thought that reminds me that I can never have her.

I wish to die a mortal death, but I haven't the strength to drop my antlers, hooked firmly to my migraine that is sufferance.

And here, shall I lie, transformed back into the form of a small creature closer to truth, wishing for warmth, for a hoof, for a friend. For a fair maiden named Taliene who shalt never be mine.

The end.

A short, angry haiku, by Vein...

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If I am setless
One more time, I will kill an
Innocent squirrel

Thank you.

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(i've never gotten him to appear in full set in the forest)

Umm...I need to know...what is your main/most-worn set, Sluggs?

*doesn't have even the slightest idea*

I grew up as a mistake
Cold and alone as I lie in wake
Of the darkhearted terror, the plague, I am told,
That ravages all of my siblings, from old

But unlike them all, I'd rather look up
To the sky, to the trees, to the birds; and I'll cup
A ray of soft sunshine between antler prongs
And weave sun-webs of mystery, life, love, and songs

My name is unspoken; and still, I don't know
Is it simply a name or the way the trees grow?
I'll sit and I'll watch you come galloping by
From the point of all life; 'til the day that I die

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Ehh, this is actually a mistake deer that I made when trying to get Hangman's pictogram a month ago. The name was already used, so I clicked back, and tried another random name...and when I logged in, I had a different pictogram from the one I'd chosen >_<; Ugh.

But, I've decided not to let him go to waste. If you figure out his identity, congrats, but I won't tell anyone until someone else finds out. He is but a simple stag :3

Notice the npc squirrel chasing her in the next few pics...




































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This one's my favorite. It is -soooooo- Taint.

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The world, to me, has no rain. So I hide beneathe the rain of tears to hide my own. Some can see me; some cannot. I am just a presence...and to drown...I so desire it.

No one ever looks at me. Notice this...

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:/...

I haven't said this in a while, but...back-up server please? ;-;

EDIT: Seems that Dannii couldn't see me, but Tabithaa could. Strange.

The Twin Gods shall rue the day they mocked me!!! RUE!!!

*shakes head* Zelical, it is but a weather change, and you cannot even see it. why do you act so foolish?

Because, dear Vein, my heart aches to be welcomed within the forests' depths once more, unalone, and so they cry for me, with full knowledge that they can grant my wish without a moment's hesitation.

*sigh* Sister...you cannot blame them. You can blame no one, for none of us, nor human creature, knows the exact reason for our ghostly curse. You know that as well as I do.

The Gods do not care about the single, worthless Ghost family that we are. Hush, sister. I shall wander in the rains soon, so you might rest in abyss.

*sighs*...I suppose you are right. But what kind of existence is this? Every day, eternally re-entering an empty forest where everyone thinks you hate them because you cannot see them. I truly wish the waters of the pond could drown me...

Zelly...Zelly, please don't say that...*bows head lowly*...

*blinks, feeling truly bad about saying anything* I'm sorry, sweet Nurra, please forgive me...I didn't mean to sadden you...I...

*glares at anzel menacingly* Come along, Nurra...*nuzzles her away*...

*tears form in her eyes and she walks away with taint*...

*shakes head*...Anzel, why do you strive to be normal? Is it not a blessing to be so unique, so beloved and well-known?

I...I would prefer death, brother Vein. I never wanted this, I never wanted fame or anything of the sort. I want normality...or a chance at it...not this...I can't take this anymore...