February 21, 2010 - 7:45pm — Sonata
((Sorry I've been gone guys, love you all, just been distracted. Anyway, have some human!Chopin
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February 16, 2010 - 11:20am — Sonata
Plush flakes of white drifted gently down from the sky, melting upon the upturned nose of the fawn, and the creature gave a slight start at the cold feeling, golden eyes widening for a moment, focused on the cold forms as if the heat of his gaze would make them melt.
His steps were wary, flinching as the snow melted upon his thin pelt, slender legs picking over the ground hurridly.
Increasing in speed, soon he was at a trot, then a gallop.
He didn't like the snow, it muffled everything, hid the gentle music of the forest that was so dear to him.
And so, he ran, ears twitching, seeking the sound of his own hoofbeats.
But all that reached him was the muffled sound of snow as his hooves cut into it.
Silence...
It scared him, eyes filling with warm crystaline tears that burned trails down his cheeks, which the wind quickly cooled and froze.
"Mama?
February 14, 2010 - 11:53am — Sonata
Dancing, Courting, L'amour, it had never been a pleasant thing for Chopin, looking back upon his human life, which had actually become a hard thing to do, ever harder with each day that passed, as if looking through a thickening veil.
And he found that it was still not a pleasant thing, the scent of love hanging about the air like some sort of tangible mist caused his stomach to twist into sickening knots, usual gentleman-like demeanor faltering if only the smallest amount.
How many songs had been written in the name of 'love'? how many would tear their hearts out but to gain the thing known as 'love'? Operas, Sonatas, Requiems, hundreds upon thousands written for the sake of 'love' only to be discarded later for some reason or another, thousands upon millions of songs thrown away for the sake of courting.
It made him sick, if not a bit depressed, to see it, silent couples doing silent things.
He had never truly enjoyed the company of females, not in a romantic way, far too caught up in their dreams of a fairytale ending to ever see that their prince was really standing right in front of them until the end had come and gone and it was far too late.
Or more oft' then not actually gaining a marriage only to realize that they did not actually like relationships, but rather the idea of one, which made sense, for at one point or another most things did sound like a decent idea until they are but into play at which point they blacken and crumble to peices like the skeleton of a burning building or the leaves of an unwatered rose.
Not that it had not seemed a bad idea to him at one point! Oh of course not! He had courted a select few in his life only to have the men he set his eyes upon drift off like the notes of some dark nocturne to chase after a life with some woman or another.
Of course! what else but children would one ever want from a partnership!
February 13, 2010 - 2:03am — Sonata
((Chopin speaks in #00688B by the way))
What a strange place this is...
I, appear to have lost my voice as well as my human form, and now the only sound I can seem to make is a most frightful braying-moo.
I still have a body though, and I use it to the best of my abilities, just because I seem to have ended up in such an odd place doesn't mean that I cannot be polite.
I always find it strange when other deer approach me at their run or even a loping trot, muzzles close to scent me, it makes me uncomfortable for some strange reason, oh well, all I do is back up and bow before returning the gesture (it's only polite!) and most of the time they see to understand and bow back, this really is a strange forest, the animals here seem so...sentient, I wonder if maybe they were all human once upon a time?
How silly, it couldn't be...
The only thing I find myself able to compare my current situation to is the tale of Alice in wonderland, about the child who fell through a hole and into a very different world, indeed I find myself much more sympathetic to her troubles now!
I am, however, glad that I have not lost the precious thing called music. Yes, it's not the same here, not the same instruments, But I have grown fond of them all the same, from the drumming hoofbeats of myself and the others, the flutes of the birds and wind, and yes, even the deep bass of the deer calling in the distance.
Surely this must be heaven though, certainly no place can be this peaceful?
I have seen other fawns, they certainly are energetic though! Very...eager, to greet me, and while I love running with the other deer (it makes a most delightful sound) I appreciate the way the older deer seem to be calmer in their greetings.
I have to wonder if they see me as an annoyance though?
February 10, 2010 - 11:23am — Sonata
February 8, 2010 - 11:32am — Sonata
February 7, 2010 - 11:01am — Sonata
I'm really sorry to spam with so many of these but honestly when you're confined to one bed/room all day what can you do?
So uhm, I was wondering, since you're all so super awesome cool and have been so nice to me if anyone would like me to write something for them?
all I need is a small description of your deer and its personality, you can give me a theme if you like but you don't have to, things usually come to me anway.
so yeah, I wanted to do something for all you, and I can't draw to save my life, I'm a writer though, so lo' and behold I shall write :3
February 5, 2010 - 11:48am — Sonata
February 5, 2010 - 9:57am — Sonata
Felt like I needed to put something up.
Just a random little update, trying to find the names of all the pelts and masks and antlers, if anybody has a link to the page containing them? if not I'll just continue to learn by watching and reading.
Hope to have Chopin's backstory up soon.
