Haunting chimes are cast through my mind, the wind and rain fill me with such music. In such a sad yet happy way we frolic and play without such as a care in the world. We ignore those who we do not wish to see and carry on within our own lives. Yet what about those who have been forgotten? What do there lives mean to such creatures as ourselfs without a care in the world?
I see those who have been forgotten, I talk with the rain and run with the wind at my feet.
Am I to be forgotten as well, such is the fate of our daily accountances.
Those who are kind at heart can see who I really am, yet who am I truly?
Not even I know for sure anymore.
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Just random talking going through Creat's head. idk mate I just wrote down what I was thinking while listening to this music xD -shot-
I was wondering if anyone wanted to be part of my deer's familys. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers anything that ties them together with other deer :3
Awoken by the soft pitter patter of rain, Creat opened his eyes to an almost scary world. Bats swarmed overhead while rain fought its way through the treetops massive branches. Looking around he was confused. No thanks to his greyscale vision, all the colors about him seemed to blend together. As he stood upon weak legs he called out to the darkness. The only answer was the howl of a lonesome wolf, lost at the outer reaches of the forest. Feeling nothing would harm him, he came out of the small nest like bed he had made for himself earlier. Almost like a minature den for him to keep warm in, for his fur was far to thin to keep him warm alone in such a rainstorm.
Trying to stay under dry patches as to not get wet he spotted a figure atop a hill in the distance. Pressing his nose to the sky he tryed to tell if it was safe to move closer. Slinking along the shadows he crept closer. The figure of a pure white deer stood before him. The deer's eyes shone in the reflective of the moon, as if like they were mirrors. Yet as soon as he had gotten there, Creat felt as if something was wrong. The tall white deer looked down at Creat, warm eyes smiling with kindness, before dissapearing like fog into the rain.
Frightened, Creat backed away from where he stood with the other only moments ago. Something seemed wrong, as if he wasnt supposed to be there. A voice carryed upon the wind caught his attention. Following it slowly, its clarity never showed. The rain was to hard, the wolfs to close, his pelt to wet to carry on. Dashing for his small den that he had made from stones and branches.
[center][=9]'M-mother? where are you?' A weak voice called out, the only reply was a howling wind that bit and tore at the newborn fawn like the wofs themselfs. Carefully, the grey fawn climbed down from his resting place upon a tall hill that was surrounded by rocks and streams, powered by the wind rushing down into the forest to places unknown.
Upon the beaten path there lay bones of others long past gone. Moonlight shone on his path, guiding him like a mother safely down to the border of the forest.
Strange calls came from this forest, all sounding different, all sounding happy. Happy
The poor fawn blinked his eyes from his tears. All four of them, lined with white fur, orbs as grey as his pelt shone in the moonlight. Slowly, he steped twords the forest, leaving the only place he knew of home behind him. The tall mountain of rocks and streams, surounded in mist, slowly faided behind him as he walked farther and farther into the forest.
Strange shadows danced at the edges of his vision, all calling out, all mocking him for fun jokes. He paid them not even a glance as he folowed the path of moonlight, taking him to a small pond where other fawns such as he were playing.
As he approached only but one of the fawns noticed him from there play, giving him a strange look it called out,'What kind of creature it that thing?'
Strucken with sadness, he stomped his feet,'Who are you calling a creature? I am no different then you'
By now all the fawns had stoped playing and came close to the grey fawn. 'Whats your name?' a female voice called out from the group.
'I...uh...my name is...C-creat?' he answered
'Creat huh, weird name. Dont mind the other boys, there just big bullys' The girl called out from the back of the group, shoving the other fawn that had made fun of him to the side
'Thank you miss' Creat answered quietly, a small smile on his face as he played with the others
I just want to let everyone know that im going to be gone for a while because my main computer isnt working, I may be able to talk on the site some times but i have to sneak onto my parents computer.
main point, i may be gone from the forest for quite some time D|
