Sorry for the errors and such... I typed all of this on my iPod while I was walking outside in 40 degree weather... if you see some errors, tell me and I'll fix them ASAP.

Anyways, this is a little thing for FeintHearted I guess I: it's kind of stupid, but I thought since there's such a connection between Orick and Knrs, they would eventually herd together and become some of the closest friends the forest could ever see. Here is when Knrs is growing into a stag, and more Earth-like than his fawn self.

There had been a fog over the woods for many days. A frosty coat had crawled its way over everything, even the edges of the pond's water. Snow lay about in patches on the forest floor, everywhere save around the Twins' Statue. The birds and bugs had all but gone silent in this wintery abyss.

Now a young stag, and a bit fuller and collected, Knrs made his way through the trees, his body already accustomed to the forest and its ways. His lights were somewhat dim on this day, allowing the white dust of his body to blend with the season around him.

He had marked a somewhat zigzag path between the trees; it was how he preferred to walk - the long way. After finishing his morning prayer at the statue, he felt quite ready for a cold, calm day. His light inside guided him to the pond, which happened to not be too far up ahead.

Beside a tree on the water's edge, Knrs greeted his closest friend with a gentle tap on his nose. Orick, half asleep, flicked his hide in a startled manner and lifted his head. This slightly disturbed the dust Knrs was made of, be he refrained from moving. His stubbed antlers swiveled in the breeze of Orick's movement.

"Hello there," Orick stated, shifting himself into a comfortable position for relaxing.

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There was no response from the strange fawn. Orick tilted his head, wondering a moment before shifting uncertainly. He'd learned the hard way that not all the animals in these strange woods had the ability or the capacity for speech. He recalled how foolish he'd felt after trying to strike up a conversation with a bullfrog one lonely evening by the pond.

He could tell that wasn't the case with this fawn, he could tell... that he was aware of him... He saw just an instant of the shock on his own face before reluctantly returning to the darkness of his own mind. He was able to smooth out his expression, but his heart was pounding in panic and he trembled lightly. No one had ever noticed him before. He cursed himself, he should have known, this place was so different from anywhere he'd been before, everything was different.

"I... I..." He cleared his throat and tried again, "Tis awfully cold this day, mind that thou stayest warm and comfortable lest thou fall ill..." He cringed a bit a his own pathetic attempt at light conversation, too unnerved to worry about adhering to modern dialect. He didn't have much hope that it would fool the fawn, young or otherwise.

With a spring in his step, glowing Knrs hopped through a bed of clovers. The night was wearing off, and the morning sun made the dew on the leaves turn gold. It was Knrs's favorite time. He jumped between the clovers and glowed brightly like the sun.

But he hated to admit - he was alone. A yearning for company pained him. He stopped and looked up at the fading stars.

_{OOC: Sorry for my lack of good writing I:}