A god?
he cannot tell why, but for some strange reason he wants to be close to that ball of light, it brings him comfort, even if he does rather want to run at the same time, so many deer!
A butterfly flutters, a silken wing brushing the nose of a small fawn napping in the sunlight.
A snort, leaves the child-buck's muzzle, blinking large sleepy eyes up at the insect.
"Hello butterfly" he stumbles to his hooves, giving a little chase before allowing the pretty creature to alight upon his 'antler's and feed from the sweet blue roses.
The sun is brilliant today.
But he does not stray from the long grass, not until his stomach cries out for food, and he is forced, with uneasy steps, out into the wood of oak and pine, staying close as he can to the birch all the same.
Still raining, so much rain, and oh how he pleads with the gods that it will stop...
It makes it hard to hear, he can't hear, the other deer...they come too close before he sees them, his hooves, they slip in the mud as he flees, sending him tumbling over the ground, ribs bruising, fur messied.
((I will post two intros, one for Deer and one for Human))
Wafting, drifting on the breeze. The wind. The scent of roses, the soft brush of hooves against ground, a small stag, still a fawn, blue in color, petite in build, thin in frame, eyes shadowed by thick, soft lashes of dark teal above eyes of periwinkle.
From his antlers, no, they could not be called that, for they had no tines, did not stretch and reach, the antlers of a doe he had, curving gently back, green rose stems twirling around them, growing from them, the thick, brilliant cobalt blooms from which the strong scent came.
He picked his way amongst the trees, with the eyes of a hawk, and the mindset of a young rabbit, ready to run should he have to.
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The thunder frightened him.
It was not raining hard, but the lightning flashed, and the thunder called like the wail of a wounded beast.
To his breast the man clutched a single rose of blue.
His hair, soft blue as well, cascaded gently down past his shoulder blades, bangs brushing just above his light blue eyes.
His hair, tucked behind his ear to one side, revealing the earring he wore, a single sapphire rose.
"I, I wish to be home, please go away" he pleaded under his breath to the thunder, the rain, the gods themselves to make the storm pass, soft, plush pink lips moving rapidly as he mumbled hollow words of comfort to himself.
